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It was a hard week.

But we're still laughing.

hungry for baby hands

forget juggling

I was writing a comment on J. Elle's post when I realized I had too much to say about being a work-outside-the-home mother.

Coincidentally, the topic comes during a week that makes a very good example of why working and mothering at the same time is, in one inadequate word, hard. Another word is pressure. It's like being squeezed from all sides until I think my head might pop off.

My job is important to me. I like the work, I'm good at it, I enjoy being needed and wanted in a professional capacity, and it's GREAT having reliable income in this economy.

That being said

Nothing -- no great feeling -- comes even within an inch of how desperately wonderful it is to be this baby's mother, how fulfilling it is to care for him, how hard it is to be away from him. I don't care at all (yet?) that being a mother is thankless, and maybe that's my professional-self talking. Maybe if I spent the entirety of every day being mommy-and-only-mommy, I'd feel like dooce and many other stay-at-homes who call it rigorous and tireless and wish they could get a BREAK.

I get that.

But I still want it.

I've said before how incredibly lucky I am, that as a work-outside-the-home mom, I am as close as I can be to a stay-at-home -- work is about ten minutes away, I don't do daycare, and I see him and nurse him during (almost) every lunch hour. Our routine is complicated in order to make it work, and involves a morning schedule and grandparents and a sleep-deprived daddy. But I'll do whatever I can to keep the routine.

All of this will change, and probably soon. For one thing, we may be moving. For another, being the mother of an almost-eight-month-old is a PIECE OF CAKE compared to being the mother of a couple of toddlers, or at least that's the impression I get. Whether you're at home or not.

When it comes to being a full time mother and full time worker, I can't juggle. I just can't. All the balls tumble down, starting with the least important.

I don't wear makeup. I don't do a thing with my hair. I'm just lucky if I'm relatively clean when I leave the bathroom in the morning with a cranky (I have to force him to stay awake) baby. I go to work looking like a hungover college student.

When we need things, I don't make it to the store. I squeeze in some Amazon shopping when we're desperate for diapers. (Thank you, Amazon Mom.) There isn't time for the basics like paying bills, trimming nails, cleaning floors, cooking meals (ha!). My gourmet dinner last night was Kraft Mac 'N Cheese. (I even eat like a hungover college student.)

So if you want to know how to juggle it all, don't ask me. When I'm not doing the paid work, my hands are busy with the baby. I just watch all those pretty balls drop and bounce.

learning

Last night, Fletcher amazed himself. It was one of the best moments I've ever had.

It wasn't all that amazing by itself. Fletcher was about to get into his pajamas, so I had him sitting up in the Pack 'n Play while I covered his eczema spots with lotion. He was very intent on biting down on the playpen, so he grabbed onto the side with both hands.

Then he pulled himself up on his knees, and his face absolutely beamed. He breathed in sharply, a smile blooming across his round face, his eyes lighting up with pleasure. He laughed, and he did it over and over again.

I tried to catch it on video, but as usual I was a bit late. At the very end of this little clip, he finally knelt again for a second and then flopped backward:

He's constantly learning. I was told recently that the reason he's having such a hard time going to sleep when he's so obviously tired is because there's so much to see, do, and learn, and he doesn't want to close his eyes.

He can army crawl the length of a room now. He knows how to get his legs out of the way when he's rolling around furniture. He has a special affinity for remotes and cords, and is strong enough to yank a whole laptop off a table just by grabbing a cord. No matter what he grabs, it takes 0.5 seconds to reach his mouth.

He absolutely hates when we try to wipe clean or put lotion on his face. He wiggles widely during diaper changes. He loves drawstrings, especially on sweatshirts, more than anything else in the world. Necklaces and glasses are up there, though. Looking in the mirror will often bring smiles, as will surprising him (peek-a-boo!) and tickling his sides.

He's more aware than he's ever been. He sees everything that his eyes had once coasted over. Watching him soak up every detail reminds me to stop, slow down, and look. There's a lot of world to see.

smiles within the house of the sick

big eyes. yummy teether.

ready to eat

are those cheeks filling out?

best dad and sock-face

when will this cold be over?

Moon River, Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end -
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me.