Oh hi there you.
Life has been a whirlwind, and yet simultaneously like Groundhog Day. Little Vic is now four and a half months old, and every day our surroundings look the same, but every day he changes up his naps so that I never know what to expect. What a considerate little fellow, keeping me on my toes like that so I never get bored! Except that’s a total lie, because sometimes I do get bored. Not of him of course, just of being stuck at home a lot.
It has occurred to me that I might not have actually told you how we came up with Little’s name. Now is as good a time as any to let you know I guess.
Victor is my Dad’s name (thus ‘Little Vic/Baby Vic’ – to differentiate him from ‘Big Vic’). John is for my beloved uncle who we lost in a car accident in January. Mazhar is a Turkish name and is Joel’s Dad’s name.
You know, just in case you were wondering.
I have so much to talk about with you guys. Parenthood is all-consuming and I can’t believe the things I spend the bulk of my brain-time on these days. I obsess over his sleeping patterns, concern myself with the transition to solids, celebrate when he poops after a long stretch of no poop… these are the realities of life with a baby.
When I was pregnant I daydreamed about pushing a pram with my sweet little bundle cooing away inside. I imagined snuggling up on the couch with him nestled into my arms snoring softly. I pictured us spending sunny days lazing on a blanket at the park in the shade of a big Oak tree. Side note – for some reason, whenever I envisioned these scenarios, I was always trim and glowing. HA HA! While all of these things have, can, and will happen (minus the trim and glowing bit) – they are just drops in the ocean of parenthood. The bulk of it involves a lot of fretting, lack-of-sleep delirium, getting confused by the myriad of dos and don’ts to be found in books, online and coming out of the mouths of well-meaning friends and family. There’s also a lot of milky spit up, and poop.
There are days when I feel like I have the best job in the world. And there are days when I feel like I’m going to go crazy with lack of brain stimulation.
Right now we’re going through a rather painful stage of teething meets four-month-sleep-regression (who knew?!) meets a new restlessness that has resulted from being in-between milestones. He’s always been quite a serious wee man, and now he’s scratchy to boot so I’m having to work rather hard to get smiles out of him at the moment. Yelling “I gave you life damn it, smile at me!” doesn’t work by the way. Thankfully, shoving a camera in his face does occasionally produce a heart-melting smile, which leads me to these:
Oh, while I have you, I might as well let you know that I should have some exciting news for you soon. Erm, no, I am not pregnant again – Tori Spelling I am not. Anyway, watch this space and I’ll keep you posted.
Also, how are you?