From Mommy:
It's so hard to keep up with everything, especially when all I want to do when I get home is cuddle with my baby! Last night was particularly rough. I don't know why, but I was having baby withdrawal. When I finally went to bed around 11:30, I was upset. Even though Preston was sound asleep in his room, I missed him so much. I went and got him and cuddled in bed for a while. I couldn't really sleep, anyway. After I had calmed down, John suggested I get better sleep by putting him back in his room, so I did. He was sound asleep through the whole thing, but I just wanted to look at him.
Preston has been pooping out of his diapers!! I don't understand why, because the diapers we're using are supposed to go up to 17lbs. He's definitely not that big yet. Anyway, it makes for a lot of laundry, and as I previously stated, it's hard to keep up with everything. I got a lot of it done last night, but there is more today. On top of that I am almost out of wipes, so we made a trip to Babies R Us. I took 20% coupons with me, and picked up a few things. When we go to check out, what I THOUGHT were coupons turned out to be the covers of their damn coupon BOOKS. I was so annoyed. We bought the wipes anyway, and when we got home I found the REAL coupons. I'd love to say that I'm going to take the receipt back for a price adjustment, but who knows if I'll get around to it. I try SO hard to save money. I eat soup everyday for lunch, so I'm not buying anything from the deli. I haven't bought myself anything much (just a few tshirts for spring), and I shop the thrift store for most of Preston's stuff. I just get so annoyed when my efforts fail. Oh, and we have THOUSANDS of the diapers that PJ LOVES to poop out of, because we thought we were being smart by buying them bulk on Amazon. Sigh. We can return a few, but it's another source of frustration.
I feel like I need to have a happy ending to this post... I had a sort of silly memory today:
Preston has really found his hands. He holds them, sucks on them, looks at them, and is starting to figure out how to use them. When he was a tiny newborn, just a few weeks old, he had the grabbing reflex, but couldn't really control it. A few times he would reach up and grab his own hair. He didn't know how to let go, and he would pull so hard it would make him cry! My mom was the first to notice him do it, and we thought it was so silly! It's one of those things I might have forgotten about, so I thought it would be smart to share it with you.
We're looking forward to a really nice weekend. We're going to go visit Phil and Holly (and maybe Jim and Alex), and, if the weather is nice, hang out outside to do some yard work. ONE MORE DAY!!