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Silly me...
Apr. 28th, 2006 12:40 pmI love Grant so much. It's sick. It's insane.
I LOVE GRANT SO MUCH!
Anyway, yeah :p
I lay there with him at night and feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. Even when there's a baby next to me and a toddler on top of him, or we're both so tired we're delerious. I grin like a fool and he spots me and we laugh.
A couple mornings ago, we hadn't gotten much sleep. Jake was really fussy all night for whatever reason. Wouldn't nurse, didn't need to be changed, just apparently wanted to wake up every 15-20 minutes and fuss for a minute or so and then go back to sleep without explanation, all night long. We were both really crabby and irritable when Isaac woke up earlier than normal and we realized that was it for sleeping. Grant brought me Isaac and took Jake and tried to lay with him, but Jake fussed and fussed and squirmed and clawed at his face...So Grant got up with him, muttering and kicking the covers around, went over to the changing table kicking things out of his way, and started grabbing the things that were in the way and throwing them down on the floor angrily. Then he gently layed Jake down, supporting his head with one hand and talked to him while he changed him.
Somehow this completely bowled me over as the sweetest thing I'd ever seen.
I'm trying to get ahold of the babysitter we met at PATH for this evening, so we can go somewhere/do something. I left a message for her yesterday but she was out doing some kind of volunteer work. Possibly we'll hit it over to Ruby Tuesday and then see Thank You for Smoking at the new theater...although we can't really afford to do any of that. We're both riding high on the last of our wedding gifted money and putting a high priority on being together. I wonder what I'll do with Jake. Maybe nurse him right before I leave and call between things to see if he's fussy. And/or I do have 4 ounces of milk in the freezer. But I don't think we even have a bottle in the house o_O Just the nipple-less ones that attach to my pump.
Haha, Isaac went and got some crayons and paper, all on his own, day before yesterday. He sat down at the table to draw with great concentration. When he was done he brought it to me, and pointing at it said, "Boobie! Mama! Boobie! Eat, eat - milk milk!" I asked, "You drew the boobie?" and he said, "Yeah! Boobie, boobie! Mama!" I can actually kind of see it. Especially with his helpful gestures showing that this central shape is the boobie, and all these wild lines are the milk going everywhere. The things that inspire us...The other day when I opened up the van and got him out, at the park, he said "Hot day." clear as anything. Like with the "t" at the end of "hot" even.
( spiritual this n thats )
I LOVE GRANT SO MUCH!
Anyway, yeah :p
I lay there with him at night and feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. Even when there's a baby next to me and a toddler on top of him, or we're both so tired we're delerious. I grin like a fool and he spots me and we laugh.
A couple mornings ago, we hadn't gotten much sleep. Jake was really fussy all night for whatever reason. Wouldn't nurse, didn't need to be changed, just apparently wanted to wake up every 15-20 minutes and fuss for a minute or so and then go back to sleep without explanation, all night long. We were both really crabby and irritable when Isaac woke up earlier than normal and we realized that was it for sleeping. Grant brought me Isaac and took Jake and tried to lay with him, but Jake fussed and fussed and squirmed and clawed at his face...So Grant got up with him, muttering and kicking the covers around, went over to the changing table kicking things out of his way, and started grabbing the things that were in the way and throwing them down on the floor angrily. Then he gently layed Jake down, supporting his head with one hand and talked to him while he changed him.
Somehow this completely bowled me over as the sweetest thing I'd ever seen.
I'm trying to get ahold of the babysitter we met at PATH for this evening, so we can go somewhere/do something. I left a message for her yesterday but she was out doing some kind of volunteer work. Possibly we'll hit it over to Ruby Tuesday and then see Thank You for Smoking at the new theater...although we can't really afford to do any of that. We're both riding high on the last of our wedding gifted money and putting a high priority on being together. I wonder what I'll do with Jake. Maybe nurse him right before I leave and call between things to see if he's fussy. And/or I do have 4 ounces of milk in the freezer. But I don't think we even have a bottle in the house o_O Just the nipple-less ones that attach to my pump.
Haha, Isaac went and got some crayons and paper, all on his own, day before yesterday. He sat down at the table to draw with great concentration. When he was done he brought it to me, and pointing at it said, "Boobie! Mama! Boobie! Eat, eat - milk milk!" I asked, "You drew the boobie?" and he said, "Yeah! Boobie, boobie! Mama!" I can actually kind of see it. Especially with his helpful gestures showing that this central shape is the boobie, and all these wild lines are the milk going everywhere. The things that inspire us...The other day when I opened up the van and got him out, at the park, he said "Hot day." clear as anything. Like with the "t" at the end of "hot" even.
( spiritual this n thats )
