A rare Monday morning post

I have to tell you that my quality of life has recently improved DRAMATICALLY. Obviously, so dramatically that it needed to be in caps. Long story short- Dave's mom was visiting Friday night, and somehow magically came up with the formula for getting Harrison to nap in his crib. I'm not sure if I'm just an inadequate mother and have no idea about any aspect of motherhood, or if she's just gone through it 3 times before and has an edge up. Probably a combination. She came up with the brilliant idea of stuffing teddy bears around Harrison's body to recreate the feeling of being held. GENIUS. Since Saturday morning, he has taken almost every nap in his crib (with the exception of our first morning nap, where I just nap with him, because cuddling is just so much better than sleeping alone). I wish I could take a picture of the teddy bear engulfment, but I'm too deathly afraid it will wake him up.

Since there's no picture of the teddy bear arrangement, I will supplement with a picture of him AS a teddy bear. 

Ways my quality of life has improved:
1. First and foremost, being able to use the laptop with both hands, thus typing with both hands, thus being able to blog.
2. Getting stuff done. This morning, I was able to pick up the apartment, put laundry away, and even went all out getting ready and put eyeshadow on. This NEVER happens. I had to take advantage of all the extra time I had, you know?
3. Sanity. It really was taking a toll on my psyche that I had no time to myself. Harrison was attached to me literally at all times. A few nights ago, I was screaming in his face telling him to stop crying, thinking that was the preferred method of quieting him down. I had lost it, just a little.
4. Eating a meal that I don't have to shove down my throat in a matter of 14 seconds. This is especially enjoyable, since I love food.

Pretty much

In addition to all that greatness, I am getting my hair did today. So, because all of you know me, you know that my hair is really freaking thick, and often can resemble dreads. I have many a time contemplated just dreading it, to try to prove that dreads can be hot and/or because I just get so sick of it that twisting it into dirty little hair logs and never having to wash it would be preferable. My point is, that my hair takes a LOT of maintenance  and I shouldn't go more than 6-8 weeks without getting it tamed. It has been 4 months since my last cut. See the sacrifices I make for you, Harrison? I am more than excited. Like, have been looking forward to this for an embarrassingly long time.

My obsession with hair is another reason that I get so upset that Harrison is bald. I see other little babies that are born with a full head of hair and become overwhlemed with jealously and rage. Dave and I both have dark, curly hair, so where is Harrison's jew fro? Seriously.

What? My baldness isn't cute??