I was going to go walking this morning. I was all ready. So was the baby. I was just about to get the both of us bundled up to walk in the cold. And the I noticed frozen mix falling from the sky. So nevermind. I guess we aren't going after all. So disappointing. I think the boy was a little disappointed too, despite the fact that he is required to wear a snow suit that inhibits his movements (just picture the kid from the movie, The Christmas Story, and you will have an idea of what he looks like wearing it).
So I decided to blog instead.
Over the past couple of months, my TV viewing habits have increased tremendously. It's terrible. I blame it partially on all the feeding issues the boy had when he was first born. Feeding times were always so stressful, I needed something else to focus on while feeding him, to help keep my stress level down. But as feeding times became more successful, the amount of TV I watched didn't decrease, but rather increased. Finally I got to the point to where the TV stayed on all day long, whether or not it was being watched. Terrible. I started to feel like a couch potato or maybe a zombie as I would stop and gaze at the picture on the screen as I was passing through the room. Depressing. But finally, I decided that enough was enough. I was tired of not being productive and getting so distracted. I turned off the TV. I miss my shows from time to time - Friends reruns, The Office reruns, and several chick flick movies that air during the day for women like me who stay home with their kid(s). But you know what? I get so much more done. And sometimes I can even find time to read, a far better choice. It makes my brain feel smarter. Ha ha.
Tomorrow the boy will be 10 months old! He doesn't walk yet. That's ok. But I'm pretty sure if he wanted to, he could. He walks along things quickly, and has great balance. I just think he doesn't feel the need to walk yet. I think he feels it's too hard, and that crawling is much easier. Whatever, son. My son's first birthday is 2 months away. I've been tossing around birthday ideas in my head for a couple of weeks. But I feel conflicted. He does not like to be the center of attention. He gets so stressed out and cries. Poor child. I totally understand. I want to invite lots of people to celebrate with us. But I'm not sure it's a good idea. I know that for a fact that he would spend the whole time clinging to me and be incredibly fussy. So I think we need to keep the party small. I haven't decided how small, but pretty small. Probably. I'm worried about hurting the feelings of those who don't get invited. But at the same time, I need to keep best interest of my child's well-being in mind - especially if we are giving him the birthday party. I mean, what's the point of having a party for him, if he's miserable the whole time, right? Just something to think about. I still have 2 months to decide what to do.
Ok that's it.