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Magic Momma

First, thanks to all of you who commented (by leaving a comment or sending me an email) on where the sidebar shows up on your computer. Sounds like some of you see it correctly and some of you see it way down at the bottom, and I'm not sure how to fix it. I'll have to figure that out as I go along. Actually I'll have to figure out how to figure it out as I go along. If any of you have any advice, I'll take it.

Now back to my favorite topic: Jett. Sometimes I spend all day making wrong decisions. We go outside without our hats. I attempt to change his diaper when it doesn't need changing. I think he's crying because he's hungry, but really he's sleepy. Sometimes it seems like being a mom really means that you spend your day doing things that you could have done more right. To be honest, I didn't have to become a mom to experience this phenomenon. I just suffer from it more often now.
It's not that everything I do is wrong, it's just not as right as it could be.

Tonight I laid an already-sleeping Jett down to sleep, but he woke up two minutes later. And he was crying in a way that said, "Come and get me now! I'm not sleepy! Are you crazy?" I thought I'd try to just put his pacifier back in his mouth, but when I went to him, he was still sucking on it. (Sucking and crying - he's a talented kid). Charlie or I usually pick him up at this point, but I was still all sweaty from having just held him for forever, so instead I leaned over him and started to sing. (I sing "Lullaby" by the Dixie Chicks - but that song is beautiful and you wouldn't even recognize it if you heard me sing it - it's not the easiest song to replicate). But somehow, four off-key verses later, he rolled onto his side and fell asleep.

Maybe it was the wine I had with dinner. Maybe he was finally ready to stay asleep. But I felt like magic. I think I'm the magic momma.

Techie Help + Stunt Double

Trying to manage a blog with a beginner's knowledge of html and computer-stuff in general is not that easy, so I need your help. Please tell me where on the page (if anywhere) you see my sidebar. The sidebar starts with a small section called "About Me". Below that is a heading that says "If They Wrote For the Tribune I Would Buy It Everyday" with a list of links after it. And then the sidebar continues with more links, previous posts, and a list of archives. You may have to scroll down to the bottom of the page to see my sidebar (arrrgh) even though you shouldn't have to. If you have a minute, please click on the "comment" link directly below this post and tell me a) if you can see my sidebar anywhere, and b) where it is. Thanks. It's a big help and I really appreciate it.

And then I can finish correcting these errors and get back to entertaining you with stories of Jett.

Speaking of entertainment....Jett is earning his allowance these days as a stunt double for Bill Murray.

Johnson Family Vacation

What do you do when the Johnsons come to town?

You learn to fly.

You see the sights.

You find a comfy spot.

You give a hug.

You make yourself heard.

You rest your weary head.

morning conversation

Listen to Jett and Charlie talking.

Gabcast! Just Jett #1

Rain

Lately Jett's been sleeping from about 8:00pm to 7:00am. Before you all tell me how lucky we are, consider that we don't get home until 6:00 or 7:00 at night, which only leaves one or two short hours with our baby in the evening. Tonight he fell asleep at 7:00. Seven! And he drank 16.5 ounces of milk while I was at work. 16.5!! That's a lot. The baby book says he's probably going through a growth spurt. I keep telling him to stop it, but he won't listen.



So the sleeping is getting better. He's still waking up a few times during the night, but when he sleeps, he sleeps soundly. For example, it could rain in his bedroom and he wouldn't even know it. How do I know this, you ask?

Oh, a little storm swept through the other night. Right through the windows. And the walls. Onto the window sills and the floor. It blew onto the chair and the pile of important stuff we keep in the Important Pile on the floor. It was great - really gave us an opportunity to see how quickly we could work in the dark while tiptoeing around a sleeping baby and dodging raindrops. We rigged up a nifty little system to funnel the water into Jett's bathtub instead of letting the rain water our carpet. We were up and down the ladder, tearing strips of masking tape (don't we have any duct tape?), rummaging through closets and toolboxes and looking for the flashlight and ripping cardboard boxes apart, and wondering how much this was going to cost us to fix because there is no way I'm letting either of us climb up a ladder outside of our 3rd story window just to run a bead of caulk - and hopefully that's all it needs.



All of this is running through my head. Then I look over my shoulder.



It's nice to have a sweet, sleeping baby to focus on when it's raining in your bedroom.