In Which I ponder things...

Just imagine me like Winnie the Pooh, sitting saying "Think, think think...." some days that's how I feel, trying to get my thoughts into order.  I've sat down to write another blog post a half a dozen times and each time my thoughts putter out before they start making sense or the baby stops being contented or I remember there's a mountain of dishes perpetually waiting (okay not really but that's how it feels) and a mountain of laundry, twin peaks Mt Stinky and Mt Clean to be conquered as well.  They too feel like permanent fixtures in our house.  Sometimes I can ignore them, sometimes they mock me and I must engage them in battle.  Sometimes I weaken their positions greatly, sometimes I just annoy them but don't manage to gain any ground.

Anyway so I've been wanting to post again but keep getting derailed. Topics it has run across my mind to post about

The food I want to make

The cookbook of favorite recipes of Joey's and mine that I'm working on

The baby

Various issues I'm passionate about

Breathing

Now, interestingly, three days just passed between writing that and now this!  I got distracted by something, I can't remember now what it was and have just now gotten back to writing this.   I was just thinking about the last topic, breathing, last night.  I was getting baby to sleep and he was crawling over my head and winding down and he stopped moving for a second to take a break and his abdomen and chest were right on my ear and I could hear him breathing (and his heart beating <3 ) and I did something I do a lot when I'm trying to get him to sleep and he's bouncing around like a spider monkey on too much caffeine, which is odd because he's down to one Mountain Dew a day now(I kid!). So I start breathing deeply, long breath in through the nose, blowing it slowly out.   It calms me down and then that helps him calm down too.   So I started consciously breathing deeply and within a couple of breaths I could hear his breathing slow down too. Then after a minute it was obvious he was asleep. It was also obvious my neck was going to pay the price for having a 21 lb infant lying across it like that. Such is the price of parenthood. Anyway it was really neat having that instant feedback that my actions can directly influence Mini-Memblers state.

Oh, and I've figured out why babies don't come with warning labels.  Nobody ever sues the baby!