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Making Adjustments - Micah's Musings
or the Artist Formerly Known as Ashke
Making Adjustments
I've been working at my new job now for almost two months. I've been slowly ramping up, trying to be careful not to over-schedule myself. My clinic works with children and teens, providing in-home therapy. As such, most of my work is in the afternoons and evenings. This is good, in so far as that's the time of day when everyone else in the family is potentially available for baby-care. It's not so good since that's the only time of day everyone else is home, so I don't see them as much. With the Princess and I both working from home during the day, we're bumping heads sometimes, trying to juggle our respective responsibilities, household chores and the baby.

Don't read this the wrong way. I think we're doing ok, and getting used to the new patterns. But they are still new. Frustration and "growing pains" are a part of the process.

The work itself is rewarding. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about it at first, but I can honestly say I think this is a good fit for me. We'll check in again in six months and see if I still think so.

Speaking of the baby, we're making daily adjustments there as well. He's completely mobile now. Not walking on his own yet, but cruising easily (meaning walking while holding onto something for support), and crawling quite quickly. This newfound mobility means he can and does get into ALL THE THINGS! But he absolutely refuses to be constrained. Putting him in the playpen produces fits. Even just moving it into the hallway to confine him to the living room doesn't work. As soon as he realizes he cannot go wherever he wants when he wants to, the tears start to flow. Our little Raspberry is perfecting the art of the temper tantrum.

Some days, we seriously consider selling him to the gypsies.

But most of the time he does stuff like he's doing now; standing with me in the living room, holding onto my leg for stability, watching me type on the magic screen and babbling away happily.

One area we have absolutely no problems is eating. This kid will eat ANYTHING. Salsa, rice puffs, avocado, pancakes, bananas, every kind of meat available in the US, Indian rice and beans, cheerios, all the veggies we get from our farm share, crackers and cheese, mole sauce, bits of whatever we have for dinner; you name it, he eats it. Or will, if he hasn't tried it yet. I hope this is a life-long pattern. We'll find out in time, yes?

My favorite event of the year is coming up this weekend. I know I'll see a bunch of you at Arisia. I'll have a con report next week. This is our first year with the Munchkin in tow, so I expect the con to be very different for us. We'll find that out in time as well.

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likethewatch From: likethewatch Date: January 10th, 2012 05:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm itinerant enough; can I put in a bid if you decide to auction the baby off to gypsies?

I love the stage where they'll still eat what you give them. It made me feel like such a good and successful parent when he was so curious and satisfied with what ever food I gave him. Keep it up, and then later, when the Raspberry won't eat anything except one or two things and you and the Princess start dialing the auction house, remember that this is also a phase, just like before, and they feed different needs, and as long as they always have regular access to a variety of foods, they won't get malnourished. What he eats now is surely shaping his palate and will affect what he considers to be in the category of "food I eat" when he is older. My own Monkeyboy ate everything from our plates--every kind of legume, vegetable, meat, and spice--then went through a turkey sandwich and romaine lettuce phase, and is back to adventurous. Though he's a Southern boy, his favorite food is pho.
tehuti From: tehuti Date: January 10th, 2012 08:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
You are first on the list. :-)
elionwyr From: elionwyr Date: January 10th, 2012 05:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yay for update!
And you'll weather the rockiness. And I know you know that. :)
tehuti From: tehuti Date: January 10th, 2012 08:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, probably. I am Micah's inner whiny little complainy-pants. But that's what LJ is for, right? Whining? :-)
cypherindigo From: cypherindigo Date: January 10th, 2012 06:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
A willing to try anything eater is great. He looks so adorable in the pictures that the Family posts on FB.

No Arisia for me, or Wicked Faire. They are both too big for my comfort levels.
tehuti From: tehuti Date: January 10th, 2012 08:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
You used to do both. Not feeling up to them these days?
cypherindigo From: cypherindigo Date: January 10th, 2012 09:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
I have never been to Arisia. Last year at Wicked was hard doing it on my own. Too many people and no way to ground myself. I felt like I was on 'High Alert' all the time, which gets to be very draining.

I am staying to the smaller venues, Philcon, Balicon...
tehuti From: tehuti Date: January 10th, 2012 09:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
I thought for sure I met you IRL for the first time at an Arisia. So it was a WF then? These events start to get fuzzy. :-)
cypherindigo From: cypherindigo Date: January 10th, 2012 11:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yes it was Wicked. There are photo's and everything from your inviting me to the BarFleet not-party.
tehuti From: tehuti Date: January 11th, 2012 05:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I remember the Wicked Faire. I just thought we first met at an earlier Arisia. Clearly, I'm getting old. :-)
cypherindigo From: cypherindigo Date: January 11th, 2012 11:46 am (UTC) (Link)
But I will always be older than you, which should be a comfort.
shalanar From: shalanar Date: January 11th, 2012 02:00 am (UTC) (Link)
Some days, we seriously consider selling him to the gypsies.

Heh! My mom used to tell me she was going to sell me to the gypsies when I got out of hand when I was a wee tot. Then we moved to England. And there were actually gypsies. And I would tell people that my mom was going to sell me to them.

So thank you for giving me a damn good giggle, and letting me know that my family isn't the only one to use that phrase.
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