My favorite times with him are when he's rested and fed and I lay him on the changing table. He watches me, his eyes bright and with just a hint of a smile, waiting for me to start talking to him and being silly with him. We play, I change him, then we play some more. He coos, gurgles and smiles, I talk to him, I blow raspberries on his belly, and do "So big!" This behavior is not consistent with grumpy baby behavior as described in The Baby Whisperer. Grumpy babies are supposed to not like being changed. But Joey didn't read the book so he doesn't know that, and I relish our changing table time. I could just eat him up.
We don't have any set schedule during the day. He nurses when he wakes up and he's another efficient feeder for me, done in about five to ten minutes typically. He takes several naps throughout the day, but sometimes he fights them. The most time-consuming parts of my day are spent trying to get him down for naps. He doesn't like to be worn unless I'm bouncing him on the exercise ball or walking, so when he's tired I have to get him down for a nap. Besides laundry and dishes I get almost nothing else done. The other day Tim asked me if the kids had been playing with the vacuum because he'd found it abandoned in a bedroom with the cord trailing down the hall. The carpets are soooo nasty, but I can never finish the task of vacuuming all the floors around here before Joey needs me. So I leave it right where it is hoping I can pick it up again later. I enlist Annie's help sometimes with running in there and patting his butt for a little while to settle him back down. Yes, this one sleeps on his belly. He startles far too easily on his back, even in a swaddle. As a result he's getting a super strong neck from all that tummy time.
We had him baptized this weekend while Tim's parents were in town. They acted as proxies for Joey's godparents, my sister Anna and her husband Robert. He didn't cry too much but we were on pins and needles the whole time. I'm really glad we didn't opt to do it in the middle of Mass with everybody watching.
Every night when he finally stops fussing and squirming and sags against me, a sweet-smelling sack-of-potatoes sleeping baby, I am so happy. I press my lips to his downy head and thank God for this baby boy. He is a quirky one but he he's ours and we love him just the way he is.