Trying to Figure it all Out

This week was a week of change, a week of transition, a week of trying to figure things out.  Not that every week hasn’t been like that, but somehow this week seemed different.  Rube went back to work.  So he spent the week trying to figure out how to be a teacher and a dad.  And he spent the week trying to figure out how to be the best teacher he can be in a county whose teaching philosophy is fundamentally different from his own.  Safia and I spent the week trying to figure out what our rhythm (or lack thereof) will be.  I spent the week trying to figure out how I am going to get any work done.  I also spent the week trying to figure out where I fit into this whole motherhood thing.  Safia spent the week trying to figure out how to be a four month old.  She also spent the week trying to figure how to (or more aptly how to not) take her naps.  The week was a tough one, but transitions always are.  And there were more ups than downs, which in the grand scheme of things made it a really good week.  Some of the highlights were:

Spending time with David and Helen . . . 

Baby conversations, if only we could understand what
they were saying

Playing on the playmat with David

 Trying out the Bumbo chair . . .

Having breakfast with Daddy before his first day of school  . . .

Tryinig out the exersaucer . . .

Reading books (or more aptly eating books) . . . 

Sitting at the table for dinner . . .

Playing music with Dad . . .

Safia and I also made it to the gym twice (which was a necessary element for me keeping my sanity this week).  We went to mommy-baby yoga at Full Bloom with Jenni (Safia wasn’t down with all the resting poses, but she sure did like the ones where she got to move around, I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree).  We went to Rube’s school twice to help him set up his classroom (the jury is still out as to whether we were more of a help or a distraction to the process, but we all enjoyed it). 

Also this week Safia turned 4 months old.  The time warp of parenthood continues, I have no idea where the time has gone, what I have accomplished, but it’s been four months.  She went to the doctor and is in perfect health.  She got shots (which she didn’t like but was still a trooper).  She is now 13 pounds 11 ounces, 25 inches long, with a head 16 ½ inches around.  Since the bottle battles are still on going, and the shot glass alternative is only working okay, we got the go-ahead to start solid foods (which is what Rube was hoping for, but he might change his mind when he realizes just how messy it is!) so rice cereal it is.  Another milestone, another adventure. 

One week Old

One Month Old

Two Months Old

Three Months Old

Four Months Old