Maca Days

The Mister had to return to that place that puts money in our bank account.

This whole business of keeping a little human alive was still very daunting, so my mom - the Wren Bird's Maca - arrived to ensure there was dinner, clean laundry and nap time for the Mister and myself.  

It was wonderful to have company and happy chatter as I adjusted to the new rhythm of life with three hour feeding appointments, but we also managed to fill our days with JoAnn Fabrics trips, preparations for Thanksgiving, and random gallivanting around town.

The Wren Bird and her Maca.

A trip to see Auntie Em on her farm.
It was too cold to see the ponies.  
We were sad.
 

 The Wren Bird's first girl's lunch with Auntie Em and Maca.

Happy trip to the mall to see the 
Christmas decorations.  
I came to terms with the fact that most of my time at the mall will now be spent in the Mother's Room at Von Maur.

 

 Thanksgiving grocery shopping.  

Because we have to put the infant seat in the cart, it's the Wren Bird's job to hold the cereal boxes.

After two weeks of eat.swaddle.sleep. (bestseller of how it changed her perspective on life coming soon) we took the Wren Bird for her newborn photos.  

She ate, but then we expected her to lie naked and asleep on various furry contraptions.  

The Wren Bird's world came apart.

There was great weeping and gnashing of little, gummy, someday teeth.

 10:30p 

Five hours and three photos later, we put the overwrought Birdie into her seat while she maintained her protests at my inconsistent parenting.  

Please note the nakedness - even a onesie was too much to ask at that point.

We arrived home and I noticed she was fanatically clutching her pacifier (right hand), her last link to the world as she'd known it for two weeks.