We've had an interesting past couple of days. Yesterday I watched a little guy, about 6 1/2 months or so, for ten hours. I thought I was completely crazy for agreeing to do it, but it was a favor, so I turned over my day to baby care. He was a great baby, actually, almost 100% different than Iris was at his age. I wouldn't consider her "high needs" but she was definitely needy. The little guy who was here literally sat and played and played and played all on his own. I was beginning to realize the trouble with children who are so laid back is that they might not get as much attention as they need-- whether or not they are demanding it. I know that if next time I got a baby that laid back, Iris most certainly steal the majority of my time and attention away from the content little baby.
I also discovered something I never knew would be so sad to me. I changed the little guy's diaper several times, obviously, and one time Iris was very interested in some, um, new parts she saw. I explained to Iris that was his penis, and that she shouldn't touch, only look. It's not like we were in there for hours or anything, but I noticed that he was cirumcised. Well, not only that, but he had a very obvious scar around the head of his penis. My heart immediately sunk. For some reason it just really hit me. I've seen adult circumcised penises, but never quite noticed a baby's. My nephew is uncut, and the only other baby penis I've ever noticed in my life (okay, this post is taking a wierd penis tangent . . . sorry about that!) I am strongly anti-circumcision, but having almost exclusively dealt with girls, and having a baby girl myself, the subject is one I rarely come face to face with. But there I was, feeling so sad for this little boy, it just really was a bizarre reaction that I never thought I would have in the face of a circumcised baby penis. I honestly don't mean for this to be some kind of political statement on circumcision, just more an observation on going through the situation.
Anyways, so, back to all things non-penis related, Iris had a pretty rough rest of the night. Matt and I figured that even though I was home with her all day, she didn't get me all to herself, and therefor spent the whole night going "mama! mama! mama!" I was so worn out by the end of the day, I was pretty glad to get out of the house to go to yoga. Yoga is ALWAYS good :)
Today we actually had a really, really good day. Iris had few melt-downs, and the ones she had she got over pretty easily. She also took almost a two hour nap, which is totally unheard of for her, so I was one happy mama! This afternoon a friend and I went to meet the woman who makes these slings. I bought one and my friend bought one. Of course, it is for the new baby and I could barely even try it on on account of the giant belly that was in the way. Oh, I got this fabric. I really wanted a girlie looking sling, since I am the only one who will use it, and the peanut's a girl. We're going to look so dang cute using the sling! It felt good to give my moola to a work at home mama.