My baby is one month old!
Well technically one month and one week today but I took this picture last Wednesday when her one month mark was official. I just sort of guessed that probably I should be documenting monumental milestones like that. Is that what you're supposed to do?
You see the problem for me with motherhood is that there is no rule book on how to do it all right. If you know me like Kyle knows me then you know that I like rules (pretty much all of them made up by me).
"THIS is how you load the dishwasher the best way."
"THIS is how you wash your whites"
"THIS is how you make your bed with hospital corners."
I thrive on knowing how to do things the best way.
This is not a particularly agreeable personality trait, by the way. Because you know what? There are a lot of things that don't have a right way to do them and that drives me crazy. I'm always on the hunt for the fastest route, the most efficient use of time, the best way to blah blah blah.
Let me tell you one thing, this is the best way to annoy your husband because if you are me then you married a man who does not thrive on rules as such.
But I had a large cranberry limeade from Sonic tonight and oh man, it was so good. I crave cranberry like it's my job. And I'm not even pregnant anymore.
And anyway, motherhood.
I realized today that I have no idea what I am doing.
I mean I know the important things like change it when it's dirty, feed it when it's hungry, hold it when it cries...
But here's where I get lost: what do I do with a 5 week old baby all day? Aside from feeding and changing, I spend a good deal of my time staring at her cuteness and watching mindless reality television. Thanks to football season, cable has reappeared in our home. Hello Kardashians! Hello Project Runway! Hello America's Next Top Model!
Can someone please make me a freaking schedule for crying out loud?!?
Or an instruction manual?!?!!
Or lend me Baby Einstein?!?!
As much as I love Kim and Kourtney and Tim and Tyra, I hardly think these are good role models for my infant.
Of course all of this is to say that again, there are no rules.
I know this.
But seriously, it drives me crazy.