1. Charlotte started off the day in grand fashion by sleeping through the night for the first time. Well, okay, a VARIANT of sleeping through the night. Maybe we should call it, "sleeping through the night as defined by people who don't sleep for more than four hours," okay?
She slept from 10p to 5a with a short, ten-minute wakeup at midnight that Chris went upstairs to handle. Oh yes, did you catch that? She's sleeping upstairs in her own crib and not in the pack and play in our room. At her 4-month well baby visit Dr H said that it was time for her to drop the 2 am feed (I could not agree more, Dr H!) and that it would probably go over better if we shifted her sleeping space at the same time. New room, new rules. (Or, something like that in baby language.)
The rolling over situation has vanished, inexplicably. She just...stopped rolling over while swaddled. So, whatever. We're cool with that.
(Edited to say that the baby just rolled over in her crib. How do they know what you say on the internet the moment it publishes? HOW? Do babies these days come with internet in their brains already?)
2. The girls and I went to the YMCA. They were dropped off in the room with child care and I ran on the treadmill and felt very athletic compared to the elderly man next to me walking at a 1.5. Claire didn't pitch a fit when I left her there today, which was nice. I had a good run and listened to Pandora and finally put the Thumbs Down on Katy Perry's California Girl. Just...no. I am done with that song.
3. After the Y we went to Starbucks and I undid all of my hard work with a tall salted caramel mocha. It was DELICIOUS. We sat outside. Claire had a donut (which I helped her with) and an apple juice box (sure hope there wasn't arsenic in it). Charlotte spaced out in her carseat.
4. We trucked up to Walmart and got groceries for the week.
5. Took groceries home. Unpacked them. Fed baby. Fed preschool-age child. Fed self. Baby napped. I showered and put on non-gym clothes.
6. Baby wakes up. Go to Costco. Claire sees the yard-art light-up snowman and declares that is what she wants for her birthday. I tell her to talk to her father about it tonight.
7. On the way home we make a stop at my least favorite store, Babies R Us, because we need a new car seat (long story) and I have a lot of gift cards for BRU and this is an excellent way to spend them. Of course, they do not have the car seat I want and the one they have that is comparable is $50 more than what Amazon sells it for. Aghhh. Leave BRU. Hate this place.
8. On the way home stop to get gas and get the car washed. Mail a package of baby clothes to a friend.
9. My day seems to be getting lamer the later it gets.
10. Have in-depth IM conversation with Elizabeth about The Blathering finances and whether we think enough people will come to the Saturday night dinner to meet the room minimum.
11. While having in-depth finance conversation, recieve email from preschool saying that a spot has opened for Claire. WOO HOO! I WIN AT TODAY! (Not sure when she starts. But, still! A spot!)
12. At some point I put the baby down for a nap and she wakes up at some other point. Chris comes home. He brings in the mail which has: 2 bills, 1 Pottery Barn Catalog and 4 things I throw away. I hate the mail, it's just so worthless.
13. We all go in the backyard and clean up the summer toys and put them away. I get out some bleach to clean the water table and I splosh a whole bunch of it on my only pair of shorts that fit decently. Then, I swat at a mosquito on my leg only to discover that he has already feasted on me. I declare that it is time to go inside.
14. Heat up frozen chicken rissoto for dinner and steam green beans. Make Claire a mini pizza (upon her specific request) only to have her turn up her nose and say, "I no like this." Well, kid, that's what's for dinner.
15. Oh! There is a package at the front door! Oh. It is a gift for someone else that I forgot I ordered.
16. Claire gets a bath. Both children go to bed. I clean up the kitchen. I do not clean up the toys.
17. 10p: The baby wakes up. I hit publish and hope there aren't too many typos.
Love the salted caramel mocha! Even moreso since I can now get it with soy milk! If S-bucks would start using coconut milk in their drinks? I WOULD BE POOR.
Posted by: Raven | September 19, 2011 at 10:04 PM
I will try not to be hurt that my thrilling one-line Zumba email did not make your list. ;)
Posted by: Jennie | September 19, 2011 at 10:10 PM
You may not know it yet, but I contributed to your day by paying my Saturday night Blathering dinner fees!
Maybe put up another reminder about that deadline, I almost forgot.
Posted by: Elsha | September 19, 2011 at 10:20 PM
Am on tenterhooks - will we meet the minimum?
Hope the 10 pm feed went well.
Posted by: Sarah in Ottawa | September 19, 2011 at 10:25 PM
I'm loving the mail lately because I've been buying a ton of birthday/christmas gifts online. (because I'm lazy) My poor mailman has to walk to my door everyday with an arm load. I apologized today and he thanked me because he appreciates my business. I love getting my mail delivered to my door and opening stuff even if it isn't for me. I think I hear angels singing...
Posted by: BigP's Heather | September 20, 2011 at 08:19 AM
Business question on personal site: is it looking like enough people want to eat FUDGE PIE on Saturday night to have it work out?
Posted by: K | September 20, 2011 at 10:53 AM
Stick the whole pair of shorts into bleach and see if that fixes the problem. I hate bleach. I once used a sharpie to color in a pair of black pants that got bleach stains on them.
That is a lot of activity for one day. I am impressed.
Posted by: HereWeGoAJen | September 20, 2011 at 11:05 AM
You are one busy lady! You went to 3 stores with 2 children in tow? Award winning!
Posted by: natalie | September 20, 2011 at 05:19 PM
Um.
Claire is a lucky little lady.
I would have made Will eat the risotto.
Maybe tell her that next time! :)
Posted by: Katie | September 23, 2011 at 01:57 AM
I realize I am so behing on blog commenting and this is SO behind us, now... but on this day? You kicked mom ass.
Posted by: Mel | September 28, 2011 at 03:01 PM