Precious Moments
This morning DJ got me up at 5:30. That's not altogether too
uncommon, but often he'll go back to sleep. This morning he didn't. Dean
had to be to work by 6 this morning so he left shortly after I got up.
He came home to shower, change, and eat breakfast, then he had to run
out the door again. I made breakfast while Dean was in the shower,
simultaneously feeding DJ his breakfast. DJ was being kinda picky. He
would only eat anything if I put it on a spoon and stuck it in his
mouth. He wouldn't touch anything that I put on his tray. So I had to
spoon feed him while cooking eggs and toast for Dean and myself. Dean
rushed off to go to work, and I was left with DJ and a very messy
apartment. I was hoping that DJ would take an early nap because he had
woken up so early, but for some reason, it doesn't seem to matter what
time he gets up, he takes his nap between 8:30 and 9 every day.
Determined to get stuff done this morning to earn myself a nap later I started trying to get some dishes done. However I couldn't get much done because DJ wanted me to hold his hands so he could walk around. I walked him into his bedroom hoping to distract him with some of his toys. It worked momentarily, but the moment that he realized that I had left the room he started crying. I brought him into my bedroom just for a change of scene and I sat on the ground deciding that like most days I would just have to wait until he took his nap to get anything done.
He started playing with an empty box. I tentatively stood up. Usually whenever I stand up he comes directly over to me, but he looked up, smiled at me and continued playing with the box. I decided that I better not chance leaving the room, so I started straightening up my room. I had a basket full of dirty laundry that I wanted to get started washing, but I knew that if I left the room, my peace would be at an end. So I scooped DJ up, threw him in the basket and pushed the basket out of the room down the hall, across the living room, under the dining room table, and into the laundry room. He squealed and laughed all the way.
Leaving him in the basket I proceeded to pull out laundry from the basket and put it into the washing machine. DJ seemed to catch on to what I was doing and decided to help. He started pulling laundry out of the basket too. He was just throwing it onto the floor, but he was having fun with it and I was not complaining. I then emptied the clean laundry out of the drier and threw it into the basket burying DJ. He thought that was the funniest thing ever.
I then pushed the basket back into my bedroom. I pulled him out of the basket, hoping that he would continue playing with the box he had been playing with earlier so that I could fold and put away the clean laundry. He had no more interest in the box, he was still enamored with the basket. He pulled himself up to stand by the side of the basket and tried to climb back into it. He wasn't having much luck, but it kept him distracted while I pulled laundry out and folded it.
After a while he seemed to get bored with his fruitless attempts at climbing into the basket and instead decided to help me fold laundry. He pulled out clothes one by one, waved them around for a little while, then dropped it on the ground to pull out the next one. I suppose to him, that was more or less what I was doing. The whole thing was hilarious. I got up to hang up some stuff and while my back was turned apparently he pulled the basket over onto it's side, and when I got back he was lying in the sideways basket, still half full of clothes beaming at me. We then played an impromptu game of peek-a-boo over the side of the basket while I continued folding laundry.
I managed to get it all done, and laughed all along the way. It was easily the most fun I have ever had while doing laundry. The morning started out with me in an unnecessarily grouchy mood, but it turned out pretty good. I need to relax more. I can't let the fact that I'm tired, or the fact that Dean had to work early get to me so much. I need to enjoy this time that I have to play with my baby and not fret so much over the fact that my productivity is somewhat limited. I need to be more grateful for these precious moments.
I then came in here turned on my computer determined to write about this, but DJ decided to play with the computer too... sorry about the extra posts he somehow managed to publish. I've deleted them off of here, but I know that most of you get them emailed to you... so if you got empty emails or random stuff, sorry.
Determined to get stuff done this morning to earn myself a nap later I started trying to get some dishes done. However I couldn't get much done because DJ wanted me to hold his hands so he could walk around. I walked him into his bedroom hoping to distract him with some of his toys. It worked momentarily, but the moment that he realized that I had left the room he started crying. I brought him into my bedroom just for a change of scene and I sat on the ground deciding that like most days I would just have to wait until he took his nap to get anything done.
He started playing with an empty box. I tentatively stood up. Usually whenever I stand up he comes directly over to me, but he looked up, smiled at me and continued playing with the box. I decided that I better not chance leaving the room, so I started straightening up my room. I had a basket full of dirty laundry that I wanted to get started washing, but I knew that if I left the room, my peace would be at an end. So I scooped DJ up, threw him in the basket and pushed the basket out of the room down the hall, across the living room, under the dining room table, and into the laundry room. He squealed and laughed all the way.
Leaving him in the basket I proceeded to pull out laundry from the basket and put it into the washing machine. DJ seemed to catch on to what I was doing and decided to help. He started pulling laundry out of the basket too. He was just throwing it onto the floor, but he was having fun with it and I was not complaining. I then emptied the clean laundry out of the drier and threw it into the basket burying DJ. He thought that was the funniest thing ever.
I then pushed the basket back into my bedroom. I pulled him out of the basket, hoping that he would continue playing with the box he had been playing with earlier so that I could fold and put away the clean laundry. He had no more interest in the box, he was still enamored with the basket. He pulled himself up to stand by the side of the basket and tried to climb back into it. He wasn't having much luck, but it kept him distracted while I pulled laundry out and folded it.
After a while he seemed to get bored with his fruitless attempts at climbing into the basket and instead decided to help me fold laundry. He pulled out clothes one by one, waved them around for a little while, then dropped it on the ground to pull out the next one. I suppose to him, that was more or less what I was doing. The whole thing was hilarious. I got up to hang up some stuff and while my back was turned apparently he pulled the basket over onto it's side, and when I got back he was lying in the sideways basket, still half full of clothes beaming at me. We then played an impromptu game of peek-a-boo over the side of the basket while I continued folding laundry.
I managed to get it all done, and laughed all along the way. It was easily the most fun I have ever had while doing laundry. The morning started out with me in an unnecessarily grouchy mood, but it turned out pretty good. I need to relax more. I can't let the fact that I'm tired, or the fact that Dean had to work early get to me so much. I need to enjoy this time that I have to play with my baby and not fret so much over the fact that my productivity is somewhat limited. I need to be more grateful for these precious moments.
I then came in here turned on my computer determined to write about this, but DJ decided to play with the computer too... sorry about the extra posts he somehow managed to publish. I've deleted them off of here, but I know that most of you get them emailed to you... so if you got empty emails or random stuff, sorry.
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