What's Next?!

Crosby has been waking up at 6 am consistently enough that it's got me a little worried. He quietly makes an entrance into our room and shows up by the side of our bed, usually saying, "Hi Mommy. Hi Daddy. What can we do? I just woke up."

Hmmm.

Around 6:30 am when I finally pull my sleep-deprived self out of bed he's saying, "Let's jump, Mom, come on!" I cringe as I think about the downstairs tenants trying to find their happy place.

The other night I had Croz in the tub and was tidying up in the other room when I hear him yell, "Mom.... WHAAAT's NEEXXXT?! What's next, Mom?"

Should we wrestle? Should we color? Should we find something to do? Should we watch my puppet show? Should we go to Nan's house? Should we call Daddy? Should we sit in my thinking chair? Should we should we should we. And if I don't respond right away, am helping Lennox, using the bathroom, or what have you I usually get hit with one of Crosby's signature whines or screams until I bristle and yell out of frustration, "Crosby, what do you NEED?" And he responds with (real) tears in his eyes, "You."

It got to me the first few times but after reminding myself I can't possibly appease him every second I've tried to not feel too guilty about our one-on-one time being limited to almost zero.

The other day I bundled him up, sent him outside with a wooden spoon, and crossed my fingers for it to last even 10 minutes.



I should have known better... he LOVED it! So what's been our missing link? The great outdoors.



Wow do we miss summer/fall... even just if I could take them on a walk it would help so much! I just don't feel good about taking Lennox out in the cold/inversion yet. So Croz will have to settle for solo playtime on the patio. And way too much time in the house.



...while I steal some precious one-on-one Lennox time. I really do feel like I have to secretly ooh and ahh over my precious newborn because I know Croz is getting sick of me DOTING all day long over this little one. I try to be mindful of it, but it is tough.



Hopefully things will level out someday soon where I don't have to be on poor Crosby's tail all day. I want him to feel happy and know how much I adore him too. Until then though he's on his own a lot of the time, just Croz and a pile of BBQ chips. best. mom. ever.