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September round-up

It seems like it’s been weeks since I’ve posted anything of substance, and I feel like a I owe a bit of an update, at least for the sake of posterity.

I started back to work on the 10th, and while I’m technically working half days, I’m finding those four hours are filled with back-to-back meetings, meaning most days require another four hours of actual work. Happily, this can be accomplished from home, while Owen snoozes on my shoulder. If I do this again, though, I’ll return to work more than a few days prior to our major fall gala and semi-annual board meeting. That proved to be a pretty stressful week with not much sleep. Thanks to a truly capable and talented team, everything went well, even if it could have benefited from slightly more preparation on my part.

Owen’s first weeks at Diane’s daycare have gone very well, too. He’s being spoiled by three two-year-olds and a four-year-old (who is soon expecting a little sibling of her own). Diane reports that Owen is a “perfect” baby, all smiles and never fussy. (By the way, I took Owen in with me when Olivia was seen for a mild ear infection last Friday—the nurses were impressed by his size—15 pounds, 4 ounces!)

Our new schedule was helped by the fact that when Bryan flew the coop for a business trip for a few days, Katie and Tom were here visiting. They were incredibly helpful, and I was very, very sad to see them leave. The girls adore their aunts and uncles, and we’ve really enjoyed the time we’ve been able to spend with our families the last few months.

In other news, the last few weeks have brought a handful of other happenings. Bryan presented at Nerd Nite, a local iteration of a national program that brings experts together with the hippest crowds around. Bryan presented on the chemistry and  biology behind methamphetamines and meth addiction as part of a special event surrounding Winter’s Bone, this year’s community reading program selection. He was, in a word, amazing. Some said it was the best Nerd Nite presentation they’d ever, seen, and I can honestly say I found myself completely in awe of him. I’ve known Bryan for almost two decades, but seeing him in this light made me appreciate him in an entirely new way. His talk will be posted online soon, and I’ll share a link then.

We also took a quick trip Wichita recently. I had an alumni event on Saturday morning, and I decided I wasn’t quite ready to be apart from Owen for the nine hours the trip would require. So, we loaded everyone into the Man Van, booked a hotel with a pool and made a weekend of it. We had a great time checking out the zoo and a few other attractions.

Tonight, our community reading program continues—I am having a late dinner with the author of Winter’s Bone, which has to be about the best work assignment I can imagine. Related events continue throughout the week, then we have a relatively quiet weekend, aside from the mountains of laundry currently spilling into the hallway upstairs, and a visit from “the Tom we’ve known for a hundred years.”

I think, overall, things are pretty good. I find myself in one of two states at any given moment: The first is quite self-congratulatory as I think I’m managing this expanding household and it’s responsibilities reasonably well. The second is more like, “Holy shit, I can’t remember the last time I fed the cat.” Things certainly aren’t as calm or organized as they were a year ago this time, but the benefits far outweigh the costs. And, thankfully, the cat is rather vocal.

 

 

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The girls slept in this bassinet until they were four months old. At this rate, I’m not sure Owen will still fit at three!

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The hippest baby on the block

Thanks to my friend Erin, my baby is hipper than your baby.

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Slumber Party

I came from an wonderful evening with friends to find something even sweeter waiting for me at home.

It was such a incredible moment of realization—seeing all four of these amazing people snuggled up together.

This is my family.

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Pinch me. Surely I’m the one who’s dreaming.

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I’ve spent the better part of the last two months tracing this whirl on the top of Owen’s head as we sit and snuggle. I’m heading back to the office on Monday, and while I’ll only work part-time for the next couple of months, I’m already a bit melancholy. I will miss mornings like this, sipping coffee and watching this beautiful baby boy sleep soundly.

Labor Day at the lake

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Owen at Eight Weeks

The third time around, you have the benefit of knowing a few things you didn’t before. I was painfully aware these days and weeks would go quickly, but my awareness did little to slow the the passage of time. And, so, Owen marks eight weeks today.

 

 

He’s an unbelievably sweet baby. Much like Olivia, he loves to sleep and snuggle, and wakes to a happy little disposition. He’s huge, at least compared to growth charts. He weighed in at 13 pounds (95 percentile) at his six week checkup, and at 24 inches (99th!), he’s nearly outgrown his bedside bassinet.

It’s been an interesting couple of months here, but I think we’re doing relatively well. It’s reasonably quiet, I feel well rested considering, and the house is (mostly) clean. On the surface, it would appear we have this completely under control.

There is an undercurrent of complication, though, that cuts into the calm. Just when I start to get self-congratulatory at my ability to man a five-member family, I’ll realize I nearly forgot to pick up the girls from school. Or, I’ll show up to ballet on time, but without ballet slippers. These are pretty minor (well, perhaps aside from forgetting two of my three children…), but I have a bit of anxiety about what’s to come.

I’m working from home part time now, and I go back to the office for a few hours a day starting on the 10th. While I am not looking forward to being apart from Owen, I am very hopeful this new routine will bring organization and an improved capacity for managing our lives. In the meantime, I’m relying very heavily on a calendar and  a multiple-page list of tasks, errands and reminders. Hopefully, soon, I’ll get back into gear, and stop finding myself saying, “You mean I have to do a load of laundry AND buy groceries today? How the hell is that supposed to happen?”

Of course, my main reason for wishing to shirk said responsibilities is the cute little guy kicking next to me. You know, the reason for whatever chaos is to come. And so, more on that topic:

Owen at Eight Weeks – Likes:

  • Mom
  • Smiling at Dad, especially between 6-7 am
  • Baths, the last 9 minutes and 50 seconds
  • Plaid
  • Hearing his sisters’ voices (when reasonably quiet)
  • Pooping into clean pants
  • Grandmas (seriously, how do newborns already know grandmas are awesome?)
  • Gas drops
  • Swaddling blankets
  • Spending time outside
  • Sleeping on my shoulder
  • Wanting to eat the moment I pour a glass of wine
  • The baby sling

Dislikes:

  • Nail clippers, because I can’t figure out how to trim nails without yielding blood
  • Baths, the first 10 seconds
  • Hiccups
  • Clean pants. Must do away with those in short order.
  • Sleeping for more than a three hour stretch (between 9 pm and 6 am only, of course)
  • The carseat, especially when the car is not moving
  • The bulb syringe

Bryan and I continue to marvel over this boy, expressing a difficult and overwhelming feeling about what we would have missed by stopping at two.

Three generations

I noticed that Doug, Bryan and Owen were all dressed this same last weekend. All that’s missing is a thimble-sized glass of bourbon, and Owen would be right in line with his father and grandfather.

 

These are two pretty great men—Owen will have some big Keens to fill, but I have no doubt he’ll continue an incredible Smith tradition.

Owen does “awake” pretty well, too

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