As I type this I’m holed up in our bedroom with Walt and the Newt while Ryan resorts to toxic chemicals in our kitchen sink. This isn’t really as dreadful as it seems as I have Ryan’s laptop and a bowl of soup. Also, a baby who is content with the constant feeding – so much feeding – that it works as long as I don’t mind typing one handed.
It’s also okay because we’ve been surprisingly mobile in the last few days, with the help of a baby wrap. Three days ago we spend the afternoon in Kensington. Yesterday, we traipsed around the neighbourhood looking for rental houses with apple trees in which to steal apples from. Then we headed over to our corner/porn/key cutting/dry cleaning store, The Daily King, for some candy before heading over to the park for the evening. And today we took Walt down to 17th Ave where we ate hotdogs and were advised by two old ladies to breastfeed and not let Walt be an only child. So, perhaps, being forced to stay in the bedroom for the evening isn’t the worst thing.
Also, Walt’s umbilical cord came off yesterday. I was pretty intimidated/grossed out by it so I’m quite relieved. And, like the poor parents that we are, we actually lost it. I immediately panicked and thought somehow Walt may have eaten it. Ryan blamed Newton. We were both proved wrong when it feel out of his sleeper after a diaper change. It looked like a raisin so we put it in the compost bin. Anyone who eats our homegrown vegetables in the future should be warned that they’re practically cannibalizing my child.
I was completely disgusted by Sophie umbilical cord as well..
Very happy to see you are using means of fabric wrapped around you to support you little peanut with a few outings, its the greatest thing for you, baby, Ryan and sanity.
Love you girlie!