Sleeping baby

Ahhh... Perrin's taking a nap right now. I really should use the free time to get some work done or do a load of laundry or something. But I just can't seem to pry myself off the couch. It feels so good not to do anything for a few minutes! Plus, I'm tired. Perrin woke up at 1:00 this morning singing. Well, that's what I call it anyway because I'm not sure how else to describe it. He was obviously in a very happy mood and was delighting himself with his newly acquired vocal range. It would have been super cute if it wasn't 1:00 in the morning.

Nap times have gotten interesting. Perrin can't crawl yet... supposedly... but I think maybe he really can and he just hides that fact from us while he's awake. I'll put him down in a certain place in his crib facing a certain direction, and by the time he wakes up, he's in a completely different spot facing the opposite direction. How does he do it? I'm tempted to leave a camcorder on while he's napping. He's apparently much more mobile than I give him credit for. I have noticed that he's getting to where he can scoot himself across the floor a bit. He sticks his bottom way up in the air and pushes with his feet. It looks really funny! I guess that's probably how he's moving around in his crib.

He also drools an insane amount and leaves these giant spit puddles on his sheets. I'm a little afraid he's going to dehydrate. Or drown.

The lengths we'll go to for a date

Trey and I used to go on dates a lot. So that's one thing that we REALLY miss now that we're parents. It's not that we never go on dates anymore; we just don't get to do it frequently, and it takes a lot more planning. And sometimes, it takes a little desperation.

A couple weeks ago, our church had a game night. The grand prize for the person with the most points at the end of the night was a $25 restaurant gift card. Trey and I were determined to win.

If you've ever seen the TV show "Minute to Win it," that's what these games were like. We balanced cookies on our foreheads and had to get them to our mouths only using the muscles in our face (for the record, I ate 3 and Trey ate 5. Not too shabby!) We sorted M&Ms by color using chopsticks and transferred M&Ms from one container to another by sucking them up with straws. We unrolled a roll of toilet paper around ourselves as quickly as we could. And, my personal favorite, we acted like elephants and knocked over cans:

Yes, my husband is wearing pantyhose on his head with a tennis ball inside. And yes, I got his permission before I posted these pics.

I'm happy to report that for all of our efforts, we emerged victorious and won the gift card. So we went on a date last weekend, and it didn't cost us a thing! (Well, except for our dignity.)

The ups and downs of a stay-at-home mom

I used to have a somewhat heightened perception of what it would be like to be a stay-at-home mom. I mean, I knew it wasn't all sunshine and smiles and luxurious naps, but I definitely thought it would be easier than working full time. Guess what: it's NOT! I don't regret my decision at all, but this is one tough job! Here are a few things that make this a crazy hard job:

1. I miss out on things. Today, for example, Steven Curtis Chapman and his wife were at FamilyLife to talk to our staff and lead them in a time of worship. I keep hearing how amazing and wonderful and funny they were. Dang, I wish I could have been there. But I don't think the sound of Perrin's wailing would have made a good accompaniment to SCC's voice.

2. I get lonely. I talk to Perrin all day long, but he's really not the best conversationalist. I'm so attention-starved by the time Trey gets home that I talk 300 miles an hour about all the mundane things I did all day long. "I changed Perrin's diaper, then we went for a walk, then he was really cranky so I rocked him until he fell asleep, and then I checked my e-mails and caught up on some work stuff. Oh, and then he woke up and I fed him, and then we read a book, and then I made some lunch...." I can usually see Trey's eyes glazing over by the time I'm about halfway through my monologue. But I can't help it. I NEED to talk to someone. Even if I have absolutely nothing to say.

3. I don't get to have weekends. Perrin doesn't care if it's Saturday--he's still going to wake up at the crack of dawn and want me to get him out of his crib. He's still going to cry and need me to change his diapers and feed him and give him attention all day. He certainly never asks me if I need a break.

Whew... as tough as this is, I really don't see how moms do it when they have to take care of a baby on top of working 40 hours a week. And single moms--wow. That's all I can say... wow.

Sometimes Perrin makes it all worth it though--like when I get him out of his crib in the morning and he's so smiley and happy to see me. Or when he does something cute, like making a new sound that he's never made before, and looks up at me and grins like he's so proud of himself. And when he kicks and splashes in the water during bath time and I can just tell he's having a ball. Yeah, I guess he's worth it all.

Rockin' and rollin'... and eatin'

Last week was a big week for Perrin. For one thing, he learned to roll over from his back to his stomach. Now, any time we put him down, it's only a matter of seconds before he rolls onto his tummy. (And then starts crying when he realizes he doesn't like being on his tummy that much). Now if only we could get him to do it on command, then he'd be just about caught up with Molly!

For another thing, I gave Perrin his first ever baby food item. It was a rice husk, and he gobbled it down. He was so cute that when I gave him his second taste of one today, I decided to document it for your viewing pleasure. Assuming your viewing pleasure involves watching my child do something really mundane like eat.

Enjoy! (Or not... I won't make you watch it. I know he's a lot funnier and cuter to me than to anyone else. Except for Trey--he has to watch it. And my mom. Heck, you all do.)

Summer fun

Given how much Perrin likes taking baths, my parents decided he needed a pool. So they went out and bought him one. I was imagining a tiny kiddie pool that I could barely fit my big toe in. But no--this is a mammoth kiddie pool: 8 feet in diameter and nearly 3 feet deep. They bought him a floatie too so I wouldn't have to hold him the whole time (but given the giganticness of the pool, I actually feel a little more comfortable holding him anyway).

We dipped Perrin's feet in it the first day, and he didn't like the cold water and immediately starting crying. So sad. But after just a couple days of the pool sitting out in the sun, it was a nice temperature, and we tested it out again. Perrin seemed to really like it! At least, he didn't cry this time.

Here he is, all cute in his floatie.