Bassinets, Crawling and Procrastination for $100, Alex

Lainey has a beautiful crib. From the day we had it set up, both Brett and I said we wish we could sleep in it. The thing is, she still sleeps next to our bed in a bassinet made for a newborn, her 25-inch body fast approaching the state where holes will need to be drilled into the ends of the bassinet. Seeing as the bassinet will soon be passed to Baby Hutcheson, that’s not an option to consider. And, it’s not that she won’t sleep in her crib–she’s a beautiful sleeper and would easily make it all night in a box in the garage if she had to (she won’t…don’t worry). It’s us. I pull the bassinet right up to the edge of my bed so there’s nothing to separate me from watching her little sleeping chest go up and down, hearing her little breath if it’s quiet enough, holding her little warm hand as I fall asleep. When we went to Rockford for vacation when she was three months, we both vowed that we would move her to the crib when we returned. Didn’t happen. And now, at seven months, I think it’s time. I actually said to Brett last night, “Want to try the crib tonight?” and was shocked when he answered, “Not yet. Maybe when we get back.” See! It’s not just me. Just a little longer.
Speaking of not moving on, our sweet little baby girl seems to defy all the baby books and does things on her own times. I actually called the doctor once because I thought she had something wrong with her when she didn’t recognize she had something called hands after five weeks when the book said to expect it. So, it comes as no surprise to us that she has absolutely no interest in anything to do with crawling, scooting or mobilizing herself in any way to get to a toy out of her reach. Can’t reach it? No problem. She’ll find something else to play with. However (yay!), I actually captured a pseudo-crawl position last night followed quickly by the face-to-the-carpet position you see here.

And, as far as procrastination goes, let’s just say I think I’m going to pull this whole packing/cleaning/prepare for trip thing off. I always leave things to the last minute, but I always manage to succeed. I’m gettin’ close. Now, I just have to finish the twenty-minute family Christmas DVD, burn 14 copies, pack 4 suitcases and wrap some presents. I think I can do it!


We leave for our 22 hour drive to Michigan in three days. I have
laundry to wash, bags to pack, presents to wrap, places to clean, lists to make…but I keep getting sidetracked. There’s this little face smiling at me. Play with me. Read to me. Hold me. She’s good–really good. So, it’s not that I can’t get things done because she needs me. It’s me. There’s this constant reminder in the back of my mind that tomorrow she’ll be bigger. So, today I soak her up. I snuggle her sweet cheeks, drink in her sugary baby breath, and kiss the soft fuzz on her head that will all too soon grow into real hair–hair that will hide the cute little bald head that keeps her a baby for now.