Friday, November 28, 2008

So long, and thanks for all the poop

Happy Black Friday everyone. Also, Black Friday makes me want to die. I want to take advantage of the sweet coupons and sales at Joann. And so does everyone else in the Treasure Valley. People with carts filled to the brim with bolts of fabric in a line stretching to the back of the store at 7 am. Which, mind you, is nothing compared to the Super Joann that we went to in Draper, UT last year. I am so glad that I wasn't there to buy fabric. Holy crap. Let me tell you what, Mormons sure do like to quilt with fabric that was purchased on sale. That place was insane.

Anyway, back to this morning. I wouldn't have minded waiting in line for all that time except I had Ben with me, and I had failed to coerce my husband into coming with me (it didn't even occur to me to ask him). I figured if I got there at 6:30 am, I would beat some of the crowd. And maybe I did. I just underestimated the size of the crowd. But we have three Joann stores in Boise, for pete's sake. Ben has this new sweet little habit of waking up in the middle of the night and crying inconsolably for three or four hours. Last night was one of those nights. Luckily, I did have Chris to care for him for about an hour until my alarm went off, so I could get a little bit of sleep before waking up to go to Joann. We all have colds right now, so that makes everything slightly crappier. Also, a little tiny three week old baby with a cold is so sad. I wonder if he wakes up and cries because it's hard to breathe through his snot nose even after it's suctioned out.

So Ben cried intermittently all the way to the first Joann store. He usually falls asleep in the car, but he kept waking up to cry some more. When it seemed he was not going to fall asleep again, I stopped the car in a parking lot to try and console him. He fell asleep as I pulled into the parking lot, and didn't wake up again until we got to the second Joann store (I didn't even go into the first store I went to. The parking lot was packed.). He was content in his carseat perched on the shopping cart for about ten minutes. When I took him out and held him, he was fine. All was well. I picked out my fabrics with one hand and went to line up for the cutting table. And that's when I realized I was a moron for not taking my husband with me. The line was so long. It would take forever, and I knew Ben would get hungry before I got out of there. Now I don't mind breastfeeding in public (especially since my mom and I made some sweet nursing covers from here), but I didn't have anyone to stand with my cart. I put my fabric back and left. Ben was happy all the way home and snuggled up with me to go to sleep. And we slept for a very long time. Well, he did. I wish I could sleep and eat at the same time. Oh, and poop, too. He's a multi-tasker, that one. But I got a lot of sleep during the morning hours.

And here's another reason that Black Friday sucks.

This is going to sound really cheesy, and I guess it is. I was thinking today about how unprepared I was to fall so completely in love with this baby. I mean, long before I ever conceived, when we wished and prayed constantly for kids, I knew I would love my baby. But I was unprepared for the real thing. And it's so awesome. I looked at my little squirmy guy snuggled up to me tummy to tummy, and I realized that this is exactly how my mom felt, too. Even though she had six kids, she had individual time with each of us, at least while nursing, and she felt the same way I do about my kid about me and each of my siblings (but more about me because I'm THE baby, heh). And then I thought about my teenage years, and I felt pretty bad. Sorry about that, Mom. But invariably, I also thought about our Heavenly Father and how much he must love us. And wow. That's a lot. Okay, so this ended up really not being written very well because I'm not so good about verbalizing feelings, but I think you can gather where I was trying to go with this. In short, being a parent is the most fulfilling and will be the most heart wrenching experience I will ever have. I'm so incredibly blessed to be mom.

And here are some more pics.


  1. Don't worry, eventually you will be able to do all those things at the same time, even poop! Don't underestimate the joy of sitting on the pot at the store while a squirmy baby tries to get off your lap. And your biceps will get plenty strong enough to nurse him on one arm while you push a cart with the other. I understand the baby love. That's why I have 4 :) And Ben is absolutely beautiful.

  2. Being a mom is a great thing, I can attest to that! I am glad that you are happy. As far as getting him to sleep through the night more, you just got to start a routine. I will email you more about how we got V to sleep through the night.
    Hey, did you ever get that package we sent you?

    Cute pics of Ben BTW. :)

  3. I would have sat on the floor and nursed him. And if anyone had a problem with that, then they are discriminating against my right to remain in line at the store, forget about if they are offended from nursing in public. If they don't like it, they can turn around. Maybe you should always carry a folding chair with you.

  4. Sorry, it's me, Eve that left that comment.

  5. he's so cute, he's so cute, he's so cute! i braved black friday with little tenzoid, so i know how you feel. at sears, I just shoved the first seat-like thing i saw into my cart ( it was a rubbermaid bin) and pulled it out and sat on it to nurse in line when tenzin got hungry. The other store i went to had a furniture section (Shopko) so I leisurely lounged on a futon and fed him, then did my shopping. i got a few kinda weird looks at sears and i thought "yeah, this is kinda weird, w/e, having a baby burst forth from your loins is kinda weird and having that child's food come from your nipples is also kinda weird, welcome to weird town folks, now hit the road BUCKY *chuck acorn at unsuspecting victim's head*!" Stressful, yes. Eighty dollar webcams for ten bucks and four hundred dollars worth of free clothes for my family (compliments of the mother in law), worth it.