OH SH*#!!
What a morning..TGIF
It started off like every other morning. I wake up near 8am to find Pook already up and smiley in her crib. We sing our morning song, and get Pook dressed. Pook has her bottle. I have my coffee.
Today was really no different except for the milk Pook spilled all over her shirt and pants. Now ordinarily I'm known for being super pretentious about the way Pook is dressed, but contrary to popular belief I can go with the flow. So instead of getting a new outfit together I did what any mom would do by friday, I threw her shirt and pants into the dryer with every intention to put the same outfit back on her complete with dried milk stains. She is only going to daycare.
So far so good. While her clothes are drying I decide to put Pook in her room, erect the baby gate, and welcome the opportunity to get myself ready. Pook in diaper only, ran to her Dora the Explorer ride and didn't look back once in her overly bright room stuffed with new birthday toys and oldie but goodies. But because I sometime feel guilty about leaving her in her room alone, I usually turn on some music to play as her babysitter. This morning I played Coltrane's A Love Surpreme. Once the music began I watched Pook play cheefully and then made my way to a much appreciated shower.
Now I'm dressed, hair combed, coffee mug empty I return to the dryer to get Pook's clothes. Although subtly stained, they are warm and I know she will appreciate that as the days are beginning to turn cold. When I make it up the stairs to her room, I first see Pook playing with her cds, really listening to the music. Then I notice her diaper is half off. I forgot that one of Pook's tricks is to take off her diaper. I rush to her because I'm in fear that a half way off/on diaper might actually mean...
OH SH*#! Yes, my fear is true. There was lump-puddle-mess of baby Pook's poo sitting behind her on the floor. I sigh... want to cry... but I don't. I just clean it up thinking that I always hated it when people compared babies to dogs, but at this moment I can't argue for a real difference.
After the mess is clean, Pook is dressed, I feel like its 5pm although we haven't lived yet to see 10am. Exhausted, i get in the ride, scan the ipod for something to play, to make me feel okay. Surely, there is no problem that a little Donnie Hathaway can't solve.
And that is when I heard "A Song For You" for the very first time. I mean I've heard it before a thousand times, but today was the first day that I understood the words.
It started off like every other morning. I wake up near 8am to find Pook already up and smiley in her crib. We sing our morning song, and get Pook dressed. Pook has her bottle. I have my coffee.
Today was really no different except for the milk Pook spilled all over her shirt and pants. Now ordinarily I'm known for being super pretentious about the way Pook is dressed, but contrary to popular belief I can go with the flow. So instead of getting a new outfit together I did what any mom would do by friday, I threw her shirt and pants into the dryer with every intention to put the same outfit back on her complete with dried milk stains. She is only going to daycare.
So far so good. While her clothes are drying I decide to put Pook in her room, erect the baby gate, and welcome the opportunity to get myself ready. Pook in diaper only, ran to her Dora the Explorer ride and didn't look back once in her overly bright room stuffed with new birthday toys and oldie but goodies. But because I sometime feel guilty about leaving her in her room alone, I usually turn on some music to play as her babysitter. This morning I played Coltrane's A Love Surpreme. Once the music began I watched Pook play cheefully and then made my way to a much appreciated shower.
Now I'm dressed, hair combed, coffee mug empty I return to the dryer to get Pook's clothes. Although subtly stained, they are warm and I know she will appreciate that as the days are beginning to turn cold. When I make it up the stairs to her room, I first see Pook playing with her cds, really listening to the music. Then I notice her diaper is half off. I forgot that one of Pook's tricks is to take off her diaper. I rush to her because I'm in fear that a half way off/on diaper might actually mean...
OH SH*#! Yes, my fear is true. There was lump-puddle-mess of baby Pook's poo sitting behind her on the floor. I sigh... want to cry... but I don't. I just clean it up thinking that I always hated it when people compared babies to dogs, but at this moment I can't argue for a real difference.
After the mess is clean, Pook is dressed, I feel like its 5pm although we haven't lived yet to see 10am. Exhausted, i get in the ride, scan the ipod for something to play, to make me feel okay. Surely, there is no problem that a little Donnie Hathaway can't solve.
And that is when I heard "A Song For You" for the very first time. I mean I've heard it before a thousand times, but today was the first day that I understood the words.
posted by NewMommy @ 3:34 PM
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