Today we discovered a fun game. Forest makes various squawks, baby grunts and groans, and other cooing noises. When I imitated his noise, he would look at me, smile and laugh. I think he is much louder (sometimes piercingly loud) when he’s overtired and/or teething, both of which happen pretty often.
I had to work at the library for several hours today because of a flood caused by a failed HVAC unit, so I didn’t get quite as much weekend baby time as usual. But I’m really enjoying the time I do have with him.
Forest has quite a wild approach to nursing when he is overtired and more distractible than usual. I told Donald that it’s like nursing a monkey-octopus. He wiggles, kicks very hard, repeatedly, and repeatedly detaches and re-attaches, often pulling away with a very rough breaking of the suction. I can’t help myself from laughing sometimes, because he is just so wound up it is kind of cute. Sometimes he ends the nursing session by partially falling asleep and biting which can be quite painful. But more often he’ll fall asleep nursing following about 30 minutes of what we call sleep-nursing which is very sweet–he seems so peaceful and content when he sleep-nurses.
My father-in-law, my sister-in-law Evelyn, and my niece Arianna came to visit last weekend over the holiday weekend. Evelyn and I took the kids to the YMCA water park. It was SO MUCH FUN! I intend to go back often. I am a longtime YMCA member, but this is the first time I visited the Y since Forest was born.
I’m also hoping to do a mommy & baby water class if I take off on Friday and work Saturday instead sometimes. Maybe eventually I can get back into yoga. I really miss the yoga instructor at the Edmond YMCA–she is wonderful.
Charles and Evelyn watched Forest on Sunday while Donald and I went on a birding trip and lunch. Even though this outing included recycling and grocery shopping, it was as close to a date as we’ve gotten in six+ months, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
When we came home, my father-in-law announced that all had gone well, except for one tantrum on the way home from a walk, and that Forest had been climbing the tree. Although I was initially horrified, Charles did know what he was doing. After all, he managed to raise five children quite successfully. When I expressed my initial surprise that he put our six-month old in the tree, my father-in-law said, “Well, you know, if you have five or six children it doesn’t matter so much if you lose a couple here or there.” Have I mentioned that my father-in-law is incorrigible and often hysterically funny?