These days, Ava is sleeping like a champ and wakes up between 6:30 and 7:30 each morning. I know that seems like a wide range of time, and maybe it is. As such, I wake up at around the same time because I will likely never be one to get up before my child(ren). It’s just not who I am. Kevin, on the other hand, wakes up at around 5:15 or 5:30. He goes downstairs, has some coffee, reads the paper, watches Mike & Mike, and sometimes goes to the gym. If he doesn’t go to the gym, he’ll go upstairs when Ava wakes up and they start their morning by turning off the sound machine, opening the blinds, and changing a diaper. They usually find me getting out of bed and we’ll all go downstairs together. Unless I need to stop off to throw up (or not – it’s such a pointless exercise: nausea and the urge to puke but empty stomach, so nothing happens), which is happening less, but still trips up the morning every few days.
We do breakfast. Ava usually has yogurt and fruit; Kevin and I usually have an English muffin with peanut butter or almond butter. Then we just hang out downstairs until around 8:00 when it’s time to go upstairs and start getting ready. Ava is obsessed with my makeup these days and loves “makeup time”. She’ll haul around the brushes and containers and scatter them about as I chase after her, collecting what I need as I need it.
If it’s a morning that I work, Kevin and I will head to work at a little before 9:00 or when Sue arrives to watch Ava. Ava has been loving Grandma (Pa-ma, she calls her) these days so there aren’t any tears when we leave. “See ya, folks,” is more her motto. I’ll work through the morning (audits, audits, audits – that’s the name of the game recently) and Kevin and I will usually both go home for lunch at 1:00, if he doesn’t have a meeting or something.
We’ll hear about Ava’s morning – she has been taking 1 hour to 2 hour crib naps recently (party emoji!) and will usually be eating lunch when we get home. We’ll eat with her (leftovers, egg and avocado burrito for me, lunchmeat sandwich for Kevin – those are common) and then Kevin goes back to work.
Ava and I play and go for a walk if it’s not too windy. We’ll stop off at the park and she’ll play there for a bit. She loves the slides and the swing and pointing at the sand (“HOT!”) and the little ant hills and the leaves and so forth.
Once home again we’ll have a snack, then play or read or watch Raffi. She’s obsessed with Raffi, and I don’t mind letting the DVD babysit for awhile as I rush around, cleaning up, prepping dinner, etc. Or cuddling her on the couch and marveling at the eighties style clothes and hair of the kids and adults jamming to man in concert.
Sometimes we’ll go out in the backyard and play there for a bit. We have a little sandbox for her and her favorite thing is climbing in and out and in and out and so on and so forth.
One day a neighborhood cat was on the back wall/fence and Ava spotted it and said, “Cat!” The cat jumped down into another yard and ever since then Ava will point to that corner of the yard and say, “Again!” because she wants me to magically conjure up another cat. Cats are hard to conjure. That’s a tough pill for a one year old to swallow and I can tell that she does NOT understand why the cat isn’t on the wall. She’s very patient through my rational explanations of cat independence, but I can tell with each “Again!” that she really just wants me to FIND A CAT.
Kevin comes home around 5:30 and if I’m on it, I’ll have started dinner. Unless we’re grilling in which case, maybe I’ve prepped stuff, but I don’t turn on the grill (he’s shown me how no fewer than eight times and I just can’t seem to retain the information), so we wait for the grillmaster. Dinner is served around 6:10 and we’ll eat together. At the table, like adults! This still shocks me because BA (Before Ava) we were committed couch and TV dinner people. If we get done early enough and don’t need to do a bath (baths are approximately every other night or as needed, such as when peanut butter covered hands get raked through golden locks), we occasionally meet up with some families who live one street over from us. There are five families and we call ourselves “the Five Families,” always in a Godfather-esque tone. By we, I mean Kevin and me. We’re too cool to actually do that in front of these people who can really just be considered acquaintances at this point. But anyway, it’s nice to have other kids nearby and the ages range from 11 months old (well, in utero if you count the baby I’m growing!) to 6 years old – hopefully they’ll all be able to play together for many years to come.
Beginning at around 7:00, we put Ava in her pajamas and read three books with her. We’ve been alternating nights on who puts her to bed, so one of us will say goodnight and tell her we love her and the other will pick her up, turn on the sound machine, and walk around her room, singing to her for about 5 minutes. (Quick note on singing – she has strong opinions about which song she wants us to sing to her and will shake her head and say, “No,” until we settle on one she approves.) When she’s getting drowsy (or sometimes not – she’s getting heavy and my back starts to hurt!), we’ll put her in the crib, finish the song we’re singing, and tell her goodnight and that Mama and Daddy love her. Then we leave the room and – knock wood, please – she has been quiet as a little mouse, settling herself to sleep when she’s ready for the past two weeks or so. It’s amazing. We’re so proud of her.
Kevin and I will read or watch TV. We commonly watch Chopped and Fixer Upper as re-runs, and our current “new” shows are Billions and Better Call Saul and Big Bang Theory, so if there is a new one for any of those, we’ll watch it. We usually go upstairs between 9 and 9:30 and get ready for bed. And that’s the day. I love every moment with my little family. I’m excited to do a post like this in October and see how things have changed. We will have a newborn in the house!
What’s the typical day like in your life right now?