Am I allowed to admit I’m often bored stiff being at home with my son? I know a lot of moms would love to be this bored (Justin is so easy to look after that I end up with a lot of time on my hands) but I swear, some days I feel like my brain is about to leak out my ear. It’s way better than it was when he was a newborn and couldn’t really do anything — at least now he grins and laughs and plays, and that is every bit as rewarding as they say. But I’m getting tired of always doing the same old things: going for walks, going to the library, going shopping, doing some yard work.

Besides just literally running out of things to do, I’m also feeling a great need to be mentally engaged in something. I read books and work on my scrapbook once in a while, but it would be nice to have more. I guess it’s a good thing that workshop in Vancouver is coming up soon.

Three months ago, when I was exhausted and sore and having so much trouble breastfeeding, I actually resented Justin every time he got hungry. I couldn’t wait to pass him off to someone else and I just felt trapped. I’d been warned that bonding with the baby could take a while, and it did, but we’re there now. I leave for Vancouver in two weeks and I just can’t imagine being without that cuddly little body for six whole days. Even though I know he’ll be fine in the care of his dad and his grandpa, there’s always that nagging thought at the back of my mind that no one can really take care of him as well as I can.

Speaking of whom…Justin got lots of bonding time with his Kingwell grandparents while they were visiting over the past 10 days. My parents always say they wish they lived closer to us, but if they were here in town they’d never get the 24-7 kind of time with their grandson that they do when they come to visit. There’s always a tradeoff, I guess.

I haven’t written in a while cause there hasn’t been much to say. We’re into a nice routine with Justin that seems to work for everyone. He threw a hissy fit at his grandparents’ place Sunday night for no real reason that we could discern, but he was fine the instant we put him in his car seat to go home. Maybe that’s all he wanted, who knows. Chris and I have noticed that whatever fussing Justin does during the day, he never ever does it at night. Between about 7 p.m. and 7 a.m., he’s always happy as a clam. He sleeps all night and just talks to himself in his crib in the morning. I don’t know how we got blessed with such a good baby, but I love it.

With one brother in Whitehorse and the other in Saskatoon, it’s not often that the three of us get together. So it was great that both Rob and Dave came to Kelowna for the Victoria Day weekend. They met their nephew (who was his usual happy self), plus we played a couple rounds of golf, one game of tennis and lots of cards. Justin is so portable right now that we could go out almost anywhere, so long as we had the diaper bag and a bottle for him. I say it again: Chris and I can’t ever have another baby, cause I wouldn’t know how to deal with a kid who wasn’t a perfect angel.

I’m still waiting to hear if I’ve been accepted into the book editing course I applied for in Vancouver, but part of me is hoping I don’t get in just so that I don’t have to decide whether to leave Justin for a week. The course would be interesting, but it’s pretty expensive, and I just don’t know if I can leave my baby for that long. We’ll see…

With Justin sleeping nine or 10 hours at night and being pretty agreeable the rest of the time, life with baby isn’t too tough. He’s becoming much more interactive and has even started to giggle, which is pretty cute. I haven’t figured out what he thinks of my strollercise class cause he tends to sleep right through it. We planted carrots in the garden today and he seemed fascinated by the spray of the water. Hey, whatever turns your crank…

I can’t believe I’ve been on maternity leave for two and a half months now. Everyone had warned me it would go fast, and while the first month certainly seemed long, everything since then has gone by in a blur. How did it get to be mid-May already?!?

Chris and I could hardly believe it, but Justin actually slept 10 straight hours last night. He went to bed at 8 and woke up at 6:15. I love this kid.

I’ve been wondering about the definition of “sleeping through the night” when it comes to a baby. Does it just mean that baby can go seven or eight hours without waking up to eat? Or does it mean baby doesn’t wake up at all in the wee hours?

Up until this point, Justin has been going to bed at 8:00, waking up for a feed at 1:30 and 6:00, and sometimes going back to sleep until 9:00. For a guy who’s not quite two months old, that seemed pretty good. But last night was a gift from God: Justin went to bed at 8:00, woke up at 4:00 for a feed and went right back to sleep (it’s now after 7 and he’s still sleeping). If this could be the norm, I’d be so happy.