Movin' on up!

"No crawling and boobing" indeed.  When Mia gets really squirmy, Jennifer and I form the "Mommy & Daddy Sandwich".  Mia is between us, latched onto the boob, and I snuggle my body up against her so that she can't do her Yoga-Arch and Complain routine.  Sometimes I gently place a hand on her hips and another on her shoulder, to reassure and reduce her instinct to wiggle.  Lately I've also been using my rocking-to-sleep chant of "It's sleepy-time, it's sleepytime..." (wait two beats, then repeat.)

Strangely, Mia hasn't been falling asleep at the boob much anymore.  Sometimes she gets all wiggly, sometimes she just pushes away and says "dada dadadddaadadadaaaa".  I take that as my cue to sweep her up into my arms, sneak into the nursery, and do the rocking-to-sleep dance.  In the last few weeks I think she's fallen asleep at the boob twice? three times?  I remember fondly when the Mommy & Daddy Sandwich would put her out in 8 minutes or less.  Now it's 8 minutes or more of rocking.  Which at least is good for me.  Sometimes I can really work up a sweat.  I'm sure it's good for my hips, at least.  I hope that we can get a rocker/glider before Apple sends me away on business for a few days.

I've been up late the last few nights moving the remainder of my stuff from the Compound (my old house) to the Sunshine House (our new place! So exciting!) and I'm happy to be done and done and done with all of that.  I have way more stuff then I had anticipated.  A part of me wishes I had just moved out the electronic stuff and set the place ablaze.  Think: more funeral pyre, less arson.  I'm sure AFD would have understood.

oh, Hi blog!  Long time lurker, occasional commenter, and now contributor!  I've been reading Jennifer's blogs (and their various incarnations) since we met, ten years ago.

I have about a thousand adorable pictures on my iPhone that I need to load into Flickr so that I can blog those moments.  That will happen one day.  And by that I mean, hopefully before the wedding.