I’ve been wanting to do one of these posts for a long, long time—like, over a year. But I’ve always shied away from it for a couple of reasons.
First of all, I hate comparisons, and don’t ever want to encourage them. Secondly, there’s the problem of trying to wait for a day that’s perfectly representative of a “typical” day. (Impossible.)
But to be honest, I’ve also been scared of judgment—of my parenting techniques, mostly. For the first year of Mason’s life, I was so worried about “doing things wrong,” particularly in the nap department, and I didn’t want to open myself up to critique on that front. (Not that I would get any, but that’s how paranoid first-time moms think.)
On the other hand, I’d love to have an account of my daily life to look back on later, for my own personal reasons. And in retrospect, I kinda wished I’d sucked it up and written one of these when Mason was a newborn, to help me remember what it was like.
So that’s why I’m here today, facing my insecurities and putting it all out there. Here we go!
This was my day yesterday:
6:00 – I woke up and blogged. This is something new I’m trying, since Mason’s been sleeping in a little later and I realized I have an untapped hour or two of free time in the AM to get things done.
I’d love to be able to get my workout in during this time, but I just haaaate working out first thing in the morning. I’ve tried it many, many times, and it’s never gone well. I’d much rather work out at 10 PM. (Which I do, kind of a lot…)
7:30 – Mason woke up. (He’d been up for awhile at this point, just hanging out in his crib. I’ve found that if I get him up before he calls me, he cries. He likes to ease into his day.)
Breakfast was gluten-free oatmeal and watermelon. I love this time of the day because he’s always super chipper and chatty.
8:00 – Got Mason dressed, washed hands, brushed teeth, etc.
8:15 – Playtime. We built block towers and hung out with Brent while he ate his breakfast.
8:40 – Brent left for work. I let Mase watch an episode of Mickey Mouse while I threw on clothes and makeup, and pulled my hair up. (Our living room is basically 100% Mason-proofed, thankfully, so I feel comfortable leaving him in there to play while I run to the bathroom or whatever.)
9:00 – We headed outside to play. It wasn’t that hot, but OPPRESIVELY humid. Swimming in the air humid. Gross humid.
The bugs were obviously loving it—I could hear them everywhere, buzzing in humidity-soaked glee.
I noticed that my poor flowers had survived another rabbit attack:
(The white stuff is stinky-herb-laced rabbit spray.)
Ugh! So sick of the insane rabbit population in our neighborhood right now.
We headed to the park, and I pushed Mase in the swing for about 14 seconds—until I realized that it was too humid to stand still for any amount of time.
9:45 – Mason went down for a nap, and I ate breakfast while reading blogs.
10:00 – Chore time. I swept and cleaned up the kitchen, tidied up the chaotic living room, etc.
10:15 – Coffee #2…
Then I settled into my desk to work on some freelance projects. Outside my window, I noticed the clouds had moved in suddenly and it had started to rain. Well, that explains the humidity.
The next hour was the most peaceful of my day—typing away at my keyboard in a silent house with the rain coming down outside. Total bliss.
11:30 – I suddenly realized that Mason’s speech therapist was scheduled to show up at any second. (Long story about why we have one…we originally called to get help with Mason’s transition to finger foods, but now that he’s caught on to that, she’s giving us tips on improving his “expressive communication,” which he scored low on at the doctor’s.)
I also realized that Mason wasn’t up yet, which was unusual. I didn’t know what to do—was I supposed to wake him up? The therapist and I chatted for a bit and decided to cancel the day’s session. Before she left, she gave us this:
Last time she was over, she noticed that Mason spends a lot of time chewing on his matchbox cars. She thought that maybe he wasn’t getting enough sensory “information” from the cars and suggested offering the tube, which is designed to be like a little sensory amusement park for the mouth—or something.
(Update: he had almost zero interest in the tube.)
12:00 – Mason woke up and we played for a bit.
12:15 – Lunch.
For M: Kielbasa sausage, baked beans, and something I call “baby mash” (brown rice, meat, and veggies in spaghetti sauce).
For me: Leftover grilled chicken, tomatoes, avocado, egg, and TJ’s champagne dressing. (The pile is a lot taller than it looks, ha.)
We both also chowed a bunch of watermelon after this.
1:00 – It was still rainy/muggy out, so I decided to head to the mall. I needed to return something anyway, and Mason got a chance to play in the kids’ zone for awhile. (It was crazy busy, and full of wild older kids running around in full sprints, so I ended up hovering over M the whole time.)
I also got to check out the new Victoria’s Secret activewear line—have you seen it? I was pretty impressed! (For one thing, they have long sleeve shirts with MONKEY THUMBS! … Or thumb holes, as you might [lamely] call them.)
2:30 – Got home to find a nice little surprise sitting on the doorstep:
Oh boy…I guess it’s time to actually get serious about this personal training thing. It’s been a long time since I opened a textbook—hopefully I remember what to do with it.
Mase wasn’t showing signs of tiredness yet, but I was nervous about getting his second nap in before his 4:30 doctor’s appointment (15-month well child visit). So I popped him in bed a little before 3 and crossed my fingers. Then, I hit the computer to outline a freelance article I’m working on.
3:45 – M still wasn’t sleeping, but he’d been relaxing quietly in his crib since I put him down. I decided to call it a successful “quiet time” and get him up.
He played happily for a little bit while I entertained myself with ab exercises, including the double bent leg raises I recently read about on Paige’s blog.
4:00 – Snack. More watermelon (M’s favorite fruit is mandarin oranges and he gets those for snack a lot, but I was all out) and some fruit/veggie melts (aka his non-allergenic Cheerio alternative).
4:30 – Doc appointment. Thank goodness for smartphones and kids’ shows on YouTube.
I love the pudgy tummy and politely clasped hands, haha!
Brent always comes to these appointments now, mainly to stay in the know about allergy info and to help out with shots (I’ve “gone to the bathroom” to get out of the shot part of the visit more than once). Mase got 2 shots this time and was over them in about 7 seconds.
Stats, in case anyone on the planet cares: 24 lb. 10 oz. (70%), 31” (35%). Our little short stack. :) (No wonder all his shorts fit like baggy capris!)
5:30 – Mase and I headed home while Brent went to the gym. I transferred M straight from the car seat to the stroller and we headed out for a walk.
We stopped at Walgreens on the way, where I learned some extremely upsetting news: they’re no longer selling the most amazing ice cream on the face of the earth. The highly underrated Walgreens brand ice cream has been replaced with something
stupid called Delish.
6:30 – By the time we got home, M was starving. I didn’t have time to snap a pic before he started going to town on his dinner, but it involved vegan mac & cheese, homemade gluten-free meatballs in spaghetti sauce, corn (possibly his favorite food of all time), and more baked beans.
Meanwhile, I snacked on veggie straws and waited for Brent to get home and fire up the grill for our dinner.
7:00 – Brent gave Mason a bath (their nightly man time) while I made this cucumber salad I was telling you about recently.
I also boiled some brown rice noodles to make spaghetti for M to eat throughout the week.
After his bath, Mason played with cars by himself in the living room while Brent started the grill.
7:30 – I put Mase to bed.
8:00 – Dinner. I’d gotten this giant log of bacon-wrapped marinated pork from Hy-Vee—sooo good, but sooo time-consuming to cook.
8:30 – I read (this incredible book) for awhile, letting my food digest a little before working out. (The pork was a little heavy on the old stomach.) I’m really close to finishing the book, but I’m trying hard to draw it out because I so, so don’t want it to end.
9:00 – Popped in Jillian Michael’s 30-Day Shred (level 3) for a quick sweat.
9:30 – Did a little more work on my freelance article while cooling down/guzzling water. (Dang salty pork!)
10:30 – Showered, read a little more, and then hit the sack.
So there you go! Not necessarily a typical day, of course, since we rarely ever go to the mall and doctor/speech appointments are few and far between, but you get the idea of the general rhythm of our days over here.
What’s something you did yesterday?