Sorry, sorry, I know, I know; where have I been? I have a good excuse. I was in Seattle with my new boyfriend, Reed. He has no teeth, thin hair, chicken legs and weighs 8 pounds. I am super in love with that guy!
Turns out, managing a newborn baby is like riding a bike. I did it nine years ago, and it all came flooding back. Not scary, not agitating, its just a baby, not a space ship. Even getting up with him in the middle of the night was a total joy. He has cheeks like hamburger buns! And the best part was that when his little butt turned into a cannon and shot poop across the kitchen, I wasn't his mother so I could just walk outside for some air and let her clean it up! I think grandmother-hood is going to be awesome.
Also, my friend, Reed's mother, lets me boss her around. I love to tell people how to run their lives, and she was just exhausted and anxious enough to let me. Normally, I am pretty good at boundaries, but they went out the window, and I openly mocked her foolishness while doing things my way, and then she thanked me. Can you believe that?
Now I'm home. My mom asked me if I would want to have another baby, and the answer is no. I would gladly take my Reed for a 24-hour period each week, but I don't want to have to do all the other stuff, like potty training, preschool fundraisers, piano recitals, etc. God, potty training sucks. It still makes me excited when I hear L go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Its just amazing to me that she ever learned to do that! I have a neighbor who told me when we were in the thick of the potty training, that one day she would be 12 and I would say to myself, "Can't you just shit your pants again?"