2:00 AM â€“ I hear Henry crying on the monitor. We follow a sleep training plan pretty religiously, but I can tell the difference between â€œwah, wah, Iâ€™m awake and shouldnâ€™t beâ€ and â€œMommmma! I need you!â€ Itâ€™s a â€œI need youâ€ wail, so I go upstairs, change him, give him a bottle, and we end up co-sleeping in the guest bed.
7:15 AM â€“ Henryâ€™s up again and squirming in my arms. I am so tired. Iâ€™m desperately trying to figure out what time it is really and what the time change means for Henryâ€™s schedule. I roll over to check my phone and realize that three of my mom friends have texted me overnight wondering the exact same thing. Hah! I give Henry another bottle, and we roll around and talk in bed for another 45 minutes.
8 AM â€“ Time to go downstairs and do morning chores.
8:05 AM â€“ I really must childproof that cabinet, I think. I tell Henry to scram and feed the pets.
8:10 AM â€“ While Henry plays with his toys, I make a list of my goals for the day. I do this most mornings; it really helps me stay on track. I feel particularly overwhelmed today because Iâ€™d really love a day off but I have so much work backed up from the past week. I have five huge projects due this week and donâ€™t know when Iâ€™m going to do them.
I spend a few minutes debating whether Iâ€™m going to go back to sleep when Henry naps or work or exercise. I decide itâ€™s either work or exercise.
8:15 AM â€“ I pour coffee and start breakfast.
8:20 AM â€“ I have a bowl of cereal while sitting in front of Henryâ€™s high chair and helping him eat.
Henry has eggs and blueberries. He actually eats a lot, which surprises me considering heâ€™s already had 8 ounces of formula. Heâ€™s so hot or cold on solid foods. Itâ€™s really hard to predict how much heâ€™ll eat for a meal.
I get tired of picking blueberries out of my cereal and smashing them up, so I wash and cut up his own handful of blueberries (some of these get squished down further â€“ I aim for pea-sized bites).
Breakfast takes us about 15 minutes.
8:35 AM â€“ We let out the dogs.
Henry practices saying dog. Iâ€™m SO glad I caught this on tape! Heâ€™s pointing at James.
We survey the mess that is the backyardâ€¦ Weâ€™re planning on landscaping the yard and expanding the deck in the next three weeks or so. I am SO excited. I am so tired of the dirt pit.
8:40 AM â€“ We go back inside and make another list. This time itâ€™s the grocery list.
9:00 AM â€“ After a bit of playing, we go back upstairs to the nurseryâ€¦
And Henry selects a book.
We read Do Crocs Kiss? three times. Then, we pull down more books and look for photos of dogs so Henry can say â€œDAGH!â€
9:20 AM â€“ I change his diaper (for the third time this morning). I pin him down with my feet in his armpitsâ€¦ itâ€™s the only way to change him. I swear, he is the wiggliest baby that Iâ€™ve ever seen.
He has a bottle, and I lay him down in the crib with another book. I sneak outâ€¦
And watch on the monitor as he flips through the book for a few minutes and then passes out.
Thatâ€™s a Sunday morning in Henryâ€™s life! Now itâ€™s mommaâ€™s turn for a little exercise and work.
Whatâ€™s your Sunday morning entail?