He spends much of his time cooing at lights and lines in the ceiling. (And again, I'm sorry about the whole baby on the table thing.)
We went out to brunch with our friends. Hugo was a dreamboat as usual, and slept through almost the entire meal. And then chilled poolside while the big kids went for a swim.
He hates tummy time. She tries to make it more appealing.
I know, I know, I know. You're not supposed to put the baby on the table. But he was so happy up here, cooing away at eye-level with us. And the prospect of a pleasant, hands-free dinner with my girl was pretty appealing. (And I assessed the baby-on-the-table situation and determined that I was well within the bounds of safety.)
Sleep in this house has been in a bit of a shambles. No one is getting enough. Everyone is a bit cranky. On this day, Hugo had his first playdate scheduled late in the afternoon. Stella was equally excited as her special friend happens to be the big sister of Hugo's playmate. As the afternoon wore on, everyone's patience was wearing thin. By some coup of luck, I managed to get both of them to nap at the same time, and I closed my eyes too. It was perfect. The three of us in bed, waiting for our friends to arrive. We all woke fresh and happy and ready.
After school, we do "quiet time with books." She likes to read her brother stories. He's happy to listen.
We rode the train back to Jakarta. Nannie is leaving tomorrow. Hugo napped really well.
Well, it HAS indeed turned out to have been a bit much, all this traveling around with two little kids and post-op pain. Both have colds and are not sleeping. I ended up sandwiched between the two of them in a twin bed, and sleeping about zero hours myself, and feeling incredibly terrible about everything. So. Lesson learned. Temper your ambitions. Particularly when dealing with little kids.
We took the train to Bandung today. Hugo, Stella, nanny and I. My mum is leaving back to the US in a few days, and she was eager to see something besides the inside walls of my apartment. It may be a fools errand to go on a trip with, two little kids right after having my wisdom teeth removed, but the train trip down was fine. Great even.
I love the way he looks at her.
I love taking naps with this guy. I love his rolls. His soft skin. And the way he sleeps with his hand flung over his face.
This hammock has been such a lifesaver. The combination of the hammock and the pacifier takes this baby from full scream to happy in about thirty seconds.
He's been a bit fussy and cranky in the evenings. I think it's gas related. Poor little bear.