I’m riding high on the giddiness of knowing that Herr Meow is down for a nap that seems to be going on longer than ten minutes. Yes– does not sound like a big accomplishment UNTIL it happens to you. Just you wait, people, until it is YOU speaking Motherese. The skies will darken and a pall will be cast, and you too will sound like …. like….
…. a Mommy Blogger!!!!! *evil cackling*
I was reading the Style section of the Post today, and in the advice section someone was whining about feeling like she hadn’t really enjoyed the early babyhood of her now-10-month old. She felt guilty when she took time for herself, and she also felt guilty because she worked full time. She also felt guilty because she hadn’t started a baby book.
Whilst I read, Herr Meow ate crackers, “sang,” clucked happily, clicked his tongue, and attempted to feed me Cheerios– only to fake me out at the last moment.
I know you’re not asking for MY advice, lady, but seriously? I look upon the early days very fondly –despite commenting several times in recent times that newborns look rather freakish and like rats, my own included– but I’m very glad that I now have a little person who’s actually up for making human sounds and is inclined to move on his own. If you feel truly guilty, see if you can cut back on work, really. Then you might find yourself truly depressed over cherishing those 10 giddy minutes of nap every day.
And please– baby books, with few (artistic) exceptions, are usually the work of Prozac and the devil.
And for your waste of time and entertainment, here is a quizzy, taken from Comebacknikki. Is my description incredibly boring or what? (come on, officed masses…. you KNOW you wanna click and share your results with me! *cackle*):