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Routine and Driving with Mr. B

I’m usually a laid back, just roll with it kind of mom when it comes to routines and schedules, but with so much cleaning I need to get done before the weekend, I thought I’d try to add a little structure to our day. After reading this post on schedules at Fountains of Home (found through camp patton) I tried the sleep, eat, play pattern with Beckett.

When we got home from our morning chauffeuring, Beckett was asleep, so I let him nap in his car seat. He woke up after about an hour, so I changed him, and let him eat his fill. Then we played for a little while, mostly making faces at each other with a few baby presses thrown in. (Multitasking at it’s finest–entertaining baby while shaping my arms.) When Beckett got tired of that, I strapped him to me in the mei tai carrier and proceed to vacuum the house. The movement, closeness and noise knocked him out after about two rooms. I was able to lay him down for a thirty minute mommy’s lunchtime nap.

We did that again about two more times before after school pickup time. I managed to wash a sink full of dishes, vacuum and mop my whole house, fold two baskets of laundry and wash two others, and take in a pair of my jeans at the waist with a quick and obvious method I learned at some blog I came across on a night of digging deeper and deeper into tutorial blogs. If I can find the blog again I’ll post a link. If not, I’ll post a tutorial and hope someone can point me to the original tutorial. Because I want to give proper credit an because they probably have other cool tutorials I need.

In other news, Mr. B. is almost able to sit in a Bumbo seat. Rather, his chunky thighs wedge him into the seat, but his head is still a little bobbley and he leans back in the seat. He seems to enjoy it, but I’m afraid he’ll hurt himself like that. At the rate he’s growing, I’m not sure if he’ll be able to use it much when his head finally stabilizes. His thighs already stick in the Bumbo so that I have to pry it off his bum when I pick him up.

Happy little chubchub. 

Mr. B also hates the car. HATES. I’ve tried toys, music, windows up, windows down, everything I can think of to help. We finally discovered a soothing, albeit problematic solution while flipping radio stations about a week ago. See, Mr. Beckett apparently is either a fan of large posteriors or Sir Mix-a-Lot. I can get him to calm down in the car by turning on “Baby Got Back.” And leaving it on. Loud. On repeat. Over and over and over and….. I wouldn’t really mind, except that half the time I also have my five six year old in the car, too. I really don’t need him to start asking why an anaconda would care about buns. But it’s either that or NON STOP, BLOOD CURDLING SCREAMING.

There’s also the fact that our AC isn’t working as well as it should, at least for the front seats. So, I usually have my window rolled down. While driving through downtown. And blasting out “I like BIG BUTTS and I can NOT lie!” I’ve already noticed a few looks. One guy about fell off his scooter turning to look at us. If I was quicker with a camera (and not driving) I would totally start taking pictures of the looks for an album.

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