We’ve had a fun past couple of days!
Most excitingly, Jeff came home last night. As soon as he walked in the door Simon started bouncing up and down and screeching and giggling, and then he was stuck to Daddy for the rest of the evening. Before Jeff even had his coat off, Simon had dragged him back to the playroom and was trying to entice him into a game of “Big Bear Eats Baby Tummies”. Because apparently I just can’t play that right😉
And for what it’s worth, Jeff insists that he didn’t sleep well in that fancy hotel bed all alone; that he really does sleep better balanced precariously on the edge of the bed with Simon’s stinky diaperbutt in his face and my icecube feet wedged between his knees. Even though I have trouble believing it, it was nice of him to say.😀
For once, I was grateful for Roxie’s alarm system yesterday afternoon; I was expecting some fluffy mail and didn’t want to let it languish out of my embrace one moment longer than necessary. Behold!
That’s a dyed Anthracite Hemp Indio 6 (40% hemp) that I bought off the big swap on FB. I am madly in love with the color. This isn’t quite accurate, but it’s more or less right:
I don’t know who the dyer was; I’m at least the 4th (and final! :)) owner of this wrap. The lady I bought it from thinks she was the third owner. The real color is a lot more dimensional and luminous than in that braided picture. It’s deep and vibrant and doesn’t contrast a lot with the black weft. I LOVE it.
Simon was positively weightless in this thing; even in a super quick’n’crappy ruck/BWCC hybrid thing (does that even have a name?). Usually he doesn’t come running when I get out a wrap (though he’ll sit patiently and be cooperative while I get him up there), but yesterday he started hopping up and down before I even got it around his shoulders and supermanned him up. Maybe this is his new favorite too?😉
I wore him for an hour’s worth of housework and puttering around, and apart from a couple little adjustments (I had trouble getting him in a good seat), it was totally effortless babywearing. Like a feather!
This is my first hemp wrap, and it’s really interesting. I think I’m still a linen girl at heart (especially since thick smushy Nati linen is a thing), but NOTHING makes Simon feel as weightless as this hemp! It’s a little unyielding so I know I would’ve found it frustrating as a beginner, but it’s substantial and blankety enough that it’s fairly easy to spread my passes, etc. It sort of reminds me of my SNN, actually, only more supportive. If my SNN is cheesecake (a little temperamental but rich and filling), then this is an oatmeal-chocolate-chip cookie: hearty and unpretentious but still sweet.
Sorry. Enough wrap geekery. I’m just happy
Now that Simes is really over that cold from a couple weeks ago, we decided to venture back to storytime this morning. (ie the germ pit that infected us in the first place).
I LOVE seeing him interact with other kids. When he’s just surrounded by adults and is snug on Jeff or me, Simon is flirtatious and engaging and charming (we joke that his catchphrase is, “I’m cute and I know it!” a la LMFAO). But when we’re around other kids, he’s a lot more reserved. Not standoffish, exactly, just a little more inclined to hang back and observe, rather than jump into the morass. I can tell you that he’s not scared or tense, just…apart. After a few minutes he’ll warm up, step by step, (usually checking in with me every couple moments) until he’s adjacent to the action, but he keeps the oddest look on his face: like he’s not quite sure what to make of it, these babies with their silly fumbling ways and loud noises. He participates in parallel play and cooperates with the group for songs, dances, etc., so it’s all totally developmentally appropriate. He’s just not a social butterfly where those odd “toddler” creatures are concerned.
Wait, I have the perfect metaphor:
I can’t wait ’till he learns how to write field notes😉
In a complete non sequitor, guess who has discovered pockets?
(When I took his coat off him, he stuck his hands in the bib of his overalls and has been walking around like that ever since. Like a tiny little farmer!)
Anyway, storytime today was all well and good until the giant parachute came out and another kid bumped into him, sending Simon dramatically crashing to the floor in a most theatrical fashion. My usual policy with that sort of thing is to take care of his emotional needs (dry the tears, y’know), but then throw him right back up onto the saddle. I don’t want him to be one of those whiny little porcelain kids. But for whatever reason today he refused to be thrown (metaphorically or otherwise), and every time I tried to set him down he just whimpered and pointed to the door. So we left storytime early, got a few books, and headed home.
Once we got away from the other
chimps toddlers, Simon quickly remembered that he’s a big boy and rest is for weenies. But joke’s on him, because I have magic boobs. So HA!
Which means I’d better get in and figure out what I’m fixing for dinner. Yay!
Have a good rest of today, y’all.