Ash had his first temper tantrum yesterday, the first of many, many more to come, I’m sure. He wanted to bring a glass of water that had been sitting on the bedside table onto the bed to play with, and I said no firmly and he threw himself onto the bed, face first and cried (tears and everything!) as if he’d been seriously injured. It was hard not to laugh. I cuddled him and then offered him his Kleen Kanteen and it was better. My child is growing up.
This has been the fastest summer of my entire life. It’s almost September! I cannot even believe it. Before you know it, it’s going to be snowing again and I’m just. not. ready. Life is going far too quickly. It’s split up between nap times. My day is as follows:
6:30am Ash wakes up. I take him to the potty for his morning pee (and poop, most of the time) and then we play and read books.
7:30am We wake up Clive, and I go back to sleep while they play until 9:00
9:00am Clive leaves for work and Ash and I eat breakfast.
9:30am Ash goes down for his first nap and I clean and use the internet
10:30-11:00am Ash wakes up
11:00-2:00pm We play, go to the park, run errands, hang out with Ambera, do whatever
2:00pm Ash goes for his second nap
3:00-3:30 Ash wakes up and we play, go to the park, run errands, hang out inside, do whatever
5:00pm I cook dinner for Clive, Ash and I
6:15pm Clive gets home and plays with Ash, we eat dinner, give Ash a bath
7:00pm Ash’s bedtime and I work, watch a movie or TV and relax
11:00-11:30pm I go to bed
Last night I went out after dark to pick up Clive from work and it occurred to me that it was one of the only times that I’ve gone out after dark. Seriously- I can count the number of times on one hand (maybe both of them if I’m lucky) since he was born almost a year ago. He’s overall a good sleeper, compared to other kids, but he still stirs in the evening and will only let me comfort him, which means going out is impossible. I went to the gym one evening in the spring and when I came home he’d been BAWLING for half an hour or more, and my Mommy Guilt stopped me from going out again in case it happened again.
There’s only a few things I miss about going out at night, one of them is drinking a pitcher of beer on a deck outside of a restaurant, taking a long walk in the evening after a hot summer day and feeling the heat rise off the pavement, and going to the odd house party.
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Clive and I are on the hunt for another apartment. The one we’re in right now is a bit too small. I’d love to find a three-bedroom so that we could use one as an office, one for the bedroom and the other one for Ash’s toys. By next summer we’ll be desperate for a yard for Ash to play in (right now going to the nearby parks suffices), and I want a bigger kitchen and it must have a washer and dryer. I’ve been looking for months and haven’t found anywhere that’s comparable to where we’re living right now, especially in this neighbourhood where I also want to stay because my sister is 1.5 blocks away from me.
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I’m going to be an aunt again! Clive’s sister called me last night and told me she’s pregnant with her third child! We’re going to Toronto in the spring to visit everyone and the new baby. I’m so thrilled!
