The snow started flying yesterday, and although it didn't stick by our house I am starting to get into the holiday spirit. That's right, the tv is tuned to the Traditional Holiday Music channel, I sang a few Christmas carol's to 'Rad, and am seriously contemplating digging out the Christmas decorations before Z gets home today (Surprise! The holidays spewed all over your living room!). I think he'd enjoy it. I'm not usually so eager to skip over Thanksgiving and I'm still not, but with a baby the holidays are sure to go by even quicker than normal. I didn't think it was possible, but it seems like the older you get, the more reasons there are for time to buzz past you without your knowing. So, I'm trying to really enrobe myself in the holiday spirit before all that's left in front of me are the frigid, uneventful months of January and February.
With the temperatures dropping, we are going to have to confront another new challenge: dressing the baby for the cold weather. It seems like a simple enough task, but I just found myself googling, "how do you dress a baby for the winter?" I've heard that you only want them to have on one layer of clothing when you're strapping them into a car seat. But I just read that you want them in an undershirt, then a long-sleeved shirt and pants, then a one-piece fleece suit, then a hat and mittens. Seriously, I need to stop looking up anything dealing with babies on the internet. It leaves me confused, rarely consoled, and blocks whatever shards of motherly instinct that I might possess. Google, you internet devil you.
'Rad is developing at breakneck speed. In the three days that I've been back at work I feel like he's already changed. For example, he used to abhor tummy time. It was like I was laying him in a bed of hot coals; the moment his soft belly touched his play mat he was crying and screaming, thrashing to be put on his back like a confused turtle. But over the past couple of days tummy time has been enjoyable, and he can even do this:
The dude can lift his head! No more drooling into the play mat and smothering his own face in it (ok, that still happens but not as often now). He is thismuch closer to crawling. Whoa.
He also has a new-found liking for his swing. We tried to put him in it when he was tiny and, again, he abhorred it. But a new day has dawned, my friends, and he enjoys it now.