He grows, I grow

At 8 weeks and 2 days, our little man is quite the opinionated boy-child. I feel like, for the last two days at least, I have existed solely for the purpose of producing and distributing milk for Bruce's enjoyment. Gah! It's a good thing I'm enjoying the breastfeeding experience, because the way that kid demands it... oy.

I'm trying to figure out a way to get Bruce and I on some kind of a schedule; not for feeding or sleeping (Lord knows it's way too early for that!), but just a general day-to-day kind of thing. Take, for instance, his nightly baths. If all goes well, he has one every evening around 8:00 p.m. and enjoys it immensely. I love watching him smile up at us, and see the realization in his eyes that whenever he kicks, the water will splash! Such a funny goober! Anyway - waaaay off topic. I want to get a daily rhythm going so that he and I will both have some sense of an idea of where the day is going... that way, I'll be able to schedule times to get together with friends, work on Avon projects, bake, etc. Or, at least that's how I hope it will work.

I wasn't sure whether or not I was going to write about this, but I guess I am now...! Ever since Steve and I moved back in with his parents, I've been getting weird looks and condescending questions from just about everyone; family, friends, co-workers... it's annoying. It is just another one of those situations where no one will believe that you're truly happy because, in that same situation, they themselves wouldn't be. Well... tough! I don't like their issues being projected onto me! As startling as it may seem, I love my in-laws, and feel immensely blessed to be living with them. I don't call them "Mom" and "Dad" out of some feeling of obligation...!

Oy.

Well, considering as I'm trying to work on that schedule, I should probably get to it while I have the time. Here's to productivity!