The real-life update.
So at my baby shower, a friend mentioned she had some old cloth diapers and the like she could bring me. I said, sure.
She came with two full plastic tubs and about six plastic bags of STUFF. A few blankets, a massive number of washcloths, diapers in sizes from preemie (Which we could never have used) to large (Which he won't fit for over a year), and one tub's worth of clothes of all ages. We CANNOT possibly use it all, though frankly, the bulk of the stash (The diapers) will indeed be useful, if not all yet or even soon.
But I was going through it in the living room during some of Joseph's naptimes and playtime without-mamma (Which latter is extremely minimal, it seems, unless there's another person about), sorting into sizes and to-be-laundered bundles, which means there are piles everywhere...
... so of course this is the day the photographer came. He managed to find room to do a shoot anyhow, but I did feel as if the house was massively worse even than its usual state. I couldn't think of a place in the house that was clean. The nursery's not BAD, normally, if I make the -bed, but there are still all kinds of bags from the baby shower of not-put-away or no-place-to-put-away things. (Maybe the bathrooms - my mother in law did a scary good job there, for which I am immensely grateful). He was gracious about it, as well as very skilled at making the sorts of noises and faces that make Joseph laugh (I'm getting better, but I think my friend Shelley still wins the funny faces award.)
(The photographer is a quasi-free deal; we get one free 5 x 7, and have to buy any other prints we want, but of course he didn't take *one* photo. And yes, I am probably going to ask to buy a few others... But I knew that going in.)
So. More laundry. More stuff to put away, or not, as the availability may be. We need more big plastic storage tubs. And eventually a toy chest, though truth be told, he didn't get that many toys yet.
So at my baby shower, a friend mentioned she had some old cloth diapers and the like she could bring me. I said, sure.
She came with two full plastic tubs and about six plastic bags of STUFF. A few blankets, a massive number of washcloths, diapers in sizes from preemie (Which we could never have used) to large (Which he won't fit for over a year), and one tub's worth of clothes of all ages. We CANNOT possibly use it all, though frankly, the bulk of the stash (The diapers) will indeed be useful, if not all yet or even soon.
But I was going through it in the living room during some of Joseph's naptimes and playtime without-mamma (Which latter is extremely minimal, it seems, unless there's another person about), sorting into sizes and to-be-laundered bundles, which means there are piles everywhere...
... so of course this is the day the photographer came. He managed to find room to do a shoot anyhow, but I did feel as if the house was massively worse even than its usual state. I couldn't think of a place in the house that was clean. The nursery's not BAD, normally, if I make the -bed, but there are still all kinds of bags from the baby shower of not-put-away or no-place-to-put-away things. (Maybe the bathrooms - my mother in law did a scary good job there, for which I am immensely grateful). He was gracious about it, as well as very skilled at making the sorts of noises and faces that make Joseph laugh (I'm getting better, but I think my friend Shelley still wins the funny faces award.)
(The photographer is a quasi-free deal; we get one free 5 x 7, and have to buy any other prints we want, but of course he didn't take *one* photo. And yes, I am probably going to ask to buy a few others... But I knew that going in.)
So. More laundry. More stuff to put away, or not, as the availability may be. We need more big plastic storage tubs. And eventually a toy chest, though truth be told, he didn't get that many toys yet.
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