We had this bouncy seat (thank you Aunt Meg and Uncle Tim!) for months listening to this little ditty when you pull the frog. Aunt Kristen comes to visit and teaches us that there are actually words to this song! Glub, glub. Eric claims he knew that but it didn’t click for him the first couple hundred times we played it.

Anyway…Harry is trying to learn to pull the handle to play the song. Granted, I have to put his little fingers on the pull, wrap his thumb opposably around it and wait patiently for him to happen to pull. Nonetheless, he’s pretty close to having this trick mastered.

No. I’m not referring to day care. That begun this week, but I will have to post about that another time.

I’m referring to the addiction to television and enforcing limits on media. Our Buddy is two months old and already, he loves watching tv! I put him on his activity mat in the living room and went to make some pizza dough…three minutes later, I come check on him (while the yeast is working), and he has wriggled himself around to watch television. Completely captivated.

Last night, I was holding him thinking that he was especially calm. E walked in and pointed out that he wasn’t just looking around; he was watching tv. Unreal. He’s just a little baby!

Harry watching tv (yes, Keeping up with the Kardashians is riveting to his smooth little brain):

Harry after I turn the television off:

I have 11 more days until starting work again, and in case it’s not obvious: I’m counting down and enjoying every moment with Harry. I accidentally find myself holding him when he should be sleeping in his crib; staring at him when I should be writing thank you notes; kissing his little cheeks when I should be letting him rest in peace; talking to him when I should be in quiet mode or in public when I look ridiculous chatting away with my two month old…Even when he wakes up at night, I am often eager to go get him because its been so long since I held him.

Of course…
There are also times I just want to stay in bed and for him to sleep through the night.

Of course…
I will complain later today that I didn’t have time to practice yoga or vacuum or return phone calls.

Of course…
I look forward to being a part of the broader world again and more than a mom. I would love to have more to tell about my days than poops, spit ups, and what happened on Kelly and Michael.

Of course…
This is a season and like all things, it will pass, including my ability to find complete joy and peace in just holding Harry. He will be a pesky two year old and rebellious teenager one day, after all.

But as the return to work date approaches, I cherish each moment I have with our little miracle.

Eric loves being married to a southern chick. He bought 6lbs of crisco. It merits its own cabinet. I asked what possessed him: “If you’re going to be doing a lot of frying then you’ll need a lot of crisco.” This is inconsistent with my post baby health plan for sure.

For comparison, note the normal size crisco in the left hand cabinet.