Nicky started work again yesterday, so of course I’m home with Henry all-day. At the moment, he’s asleep in the Fisher Price Aquarium Cradle Swing my mom bought second-hand. It’s a place he can sleep NOT in my arms, so that’s convenient during the day; I can write this obscure post on my decreasingly linear blog.
Nicky and I didn’t actually discuss the details of her going back to work until the night before she left. We’re not always procrastinators; I think this had more to do with confidence in our team work of figuring out the details. The details turned out to be pretty straightforward so I don’t think I’ll recount them all. Henry woke up, she woke up, I woke up, she went to work. Something like that.
He did normal Henry things like sleeping, eating, and grabbing at stuff. I have a decent system for getting milk ready, and keeping it at-the-ready. He’s in the middle of a growth spurt so I just give him part of the bottle whenever he wants it: frequently. I managed to catch some of The Wire, read some of Confederate Reckoning, do a couple loads of laundry and generally keep the place clean.
It’s pretty amazing to spend the day with him one-on-one. He looks at me and seems perplexed. He’s doing it right now, as if to say, “I don’t know what any of this is, can you explain it to me?” I can’t, of course. I have trouble taking the world seriously.