Baby's First Book Club!

Max had his very first book club meeting Friday.  He was allowed to attend even though he hadn't finished reading the book.  I was hosting book club and pretty certain I had not one of the mom skills required to be able to finish getting ready for a dinner party for eight, and manage Max, I had to call in some help and my friend Shannon came over early and helped me figure out what the fuck I was doing.  Preparations included putting the baby in the kitchen and having him help me pull out wine glasses and then involved two amateur moves on the changing table (washing machine.)  First, I put the poopy diaper within the reach of the baby and when I grabbed that out of his hand, he picked up the mallet that was laying on the other side.  I'm not done watching all the Youtube videos about babies, but I'm pretty sure having a mallet on the changing table (washing machine) is generally discouraged.  

Toys- check.  Bowl- check.

Enjoying lively book discussion.

Max was very good and won the hearts of all the ladies in book club.  And the ladies in book club had much sympathy for my impromptu single mom status and did many of the dishes and moved the pac n' play in my room so Max and I could enjoy our first sleepover.  Max, stimulated by conversation and being the Bright Center of the Universe was not so interested in sleep after his evening power nap and we were up for a while.  First, we watched youtube videos about sterilizing bottles and took some pictures of ourselves.  Then we sterilized bottles.  Or I sterilized bottles and he scooted around on the floor in the kitchen and did not lick the floor at any time. 

Eventually Mr. Sandman came and I put Max in the pac 'n play and then Mr. Sandman socked Max on the head and he woke up and decided he still didn't want to have anything to do with the pac n' play and so because he is not mine and because he certainly wasn't pushing anyone out of my bed, the dogs having been banishèd to the backyard, I put Max in the bed with me, where he promptly went to sleep and I promptly went through all of the ways he would die in my bed:  suffocate in the covers, I roll over on him, Randi breaks open the window and jumps on top of him, the fan comes unhinged and falls on top of us.  I didn't sleep so great because I was sure something was going to happen.  We were warm and toasty because that guy is a mini-heater.  When we woke up at 7:30am, this guy immediately began inspecting the quilts on my bed.  I believe he was about to say, "Yes, excuse me, I do not believe that I am authorized to sleep under this quilt as it was not made for me with love by my grandma."  Lucky for me, I had a quilt my mom had made for me on the bed as well, so I just pulled it up and, mollified by quilting he recognized, he stopped acting like he was too good for my bed.

Little Boy in my bed.

The morning was taken up with mundane baby activities:  sanitizing more bottles, boiling water, breakfast of sweet potatoes, face planting into the floor, bottles, face planting into the orange bowl in the previous photo and an insane tantrum when I tried to take a shower.  Then we had to go to my mom's house for clothes, more food and to load up all of his accoutrements to go to Quartsite, AZ via Agua Caliente Casino Resort.  Again, lucky for me the guy slept the entire way to Agua Caliente Casino and woke up smiles and happy boy when he saw his grandma and grandpa.  

Then I came home and took a half a pain pill and drank a bottle of wine.

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