Working it

The other day I took my daughter to the office where I turned in grades. I dressed her for the occasion.

(Cora wonders why in the hell I've put a garter belt on her head....)

The baby head band/garter belt did not last long. She finds it scratchy. I'm not sure how I feel about it.... Right now hair is easy, but I fear that very soon I'll have to get one of those hair dummies on which to practice making braids and ponytails.

But, yes, back to work. I turned in my grades for the one class I taught this past term. Yes, it was only one class, but I had a good deal going on what with the two or three appointments a week for a "high risk" pregnancy and the preparing for baby and the wrangling the toddler.

It was important for me to be working, if only part time, when I had Cora. I wanted to be able to say to my daughter that, yes, I did teach a class while loaded up on percocet less than a week after a C-section, that one must work or try to work or cultivate work no matter what (and if only part time).

After I had Gus, I once wrote that I had to redefine for myself the meaning of the word "productive."

Today I had to write "Take a nap" on my to-do list. After over a week of all-night cluster feeds, it was absolutely necessary.

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Gus can make a train from any object. He sees train tracks in the stitching on the couch. He has an eye for  the linear.

In this case, Gus created a train from his no-no chair, a shopping cart full of vehicles, and of course, Cora's car seat.

Cora is not a willing passenger.

She hates her car seat most of the time.

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In other news, Cora loves tummy time.

She is already rolling onto her side. Like her brother, she is very strong.

Tomorrow Cora will be four weeks old.