Anyway, there isn't much to report. She's hitting all the typical milestones for the second month and we're all totally enchanted with her.
Gavin is an amazing big brother. He likes to hold Rowan, rock her, burp her, entertain her... I don't expect any of these things of him. He just wants to do them, so I accept his help because I know how much he wants to be useful - like Thomas the Tank Engine. Yes, my son is much, much too old for that show and doesn't watch it, but the analogy is a good one. :)
His time entertaining Rowan is well-spent, and leaves me free to do things, like wash the dishes or fold the laundry. I make him put his school work first, however. He's got such a wonderful mind and such a compassionate, loving nature. I'm really proud of my son.
The Moby Wrap arrived yesterday. My husband was skeptical about it. After all, why would I want or need a $45 piece of stretchy fabric, since I already have the Snugli I snagged from the thrift store for $5?
Well, first I found that using the Moby was not nearly as daunting as I feared. Following the directions was easy, and when I placed Rowan in the "Newborn Hug Hold", she seemed to really like it. The Snugli is great - easy to put on and take off, but it doesn't hold baby quite as close to the caregiver. The Moby is fabulous - it's very lightweight and breathable, and incredibly versatile. Rowan isn't stuck in just one position. I can put her where she will be happiest, which is curled up on my chest.
So I guess my assessment is that I like my Snugli, but I love my Moby. I'll use both on a regular basis.
The last little random tidbit to share is this: scratchy throat. *cough cough*
I guess Gavin and I picked this up from the Community Center on Tuesday. I never, ever bring him there to play, because it's full of children and adults, he's over the age limit, and I don't think the children's play area - slides, mats, netting, and more - really gets cleaned. It's a get-together point for moms with young children up to the age of eight.
Well, a couple of my friends were there and wanted me to meet up with them too. I definitely enjoyed their company, but sometimes getting sick happens. That's part of life. I imagine if we hadn't picked this up at the Community Center, we would have caught it elsewhere.
Since I felt the scratchiness last night, I've been doing what I can to kick this thing out of my body. If I liked honey, it would be so much easier to soothe my throat, but I hate honey, so I'm sticking with vitamin C and zinc, plain tea, and oatmeal. I got Gavin to try warm water and honey, but he didn't care for it. Like mother, like son, eh? For lunch, I think I'll make an herbal broth for us.
Oh, and no school today. I think a nap is in order for me. Maybe for Gavin too, if he needs it, though he seemed to sleep pretty soundly.
Not the most exciting post. Just life.
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