A Sunday with Satski at 1 year and 3 months old.
5:47 AM: Up for the day. An improvement from the previous month’s 5 AM wake-up call. But still brutal. We hang out in his room and read some books. I try to stay lying down for as long as possible.
6:30: Go downstairs, watch some TV, have yogurt for breakfast. He wants to do everything by himself. My neck and back are killing me from carrying around this increasingly heavier baby (about 30 pounds now). The day before we went to a Giants game and sat in the nosebleed seats which required carrying him up so many stairs. He also napped on me so I sat slouched in the chair for an hour before making the long trek back to the car with him strapped to my chest. I’m paying for it today. 7:30: Out for breakfast to Buttercup with my brother who spent the night. Satski loves his uncle. He straight up ignores me when Eugene’s around. 9:00: We don’t have a backyard, but we spend a lot of time in the courtyard of our condo. It’s all concrete, so not the friendliest surface for babies, but Satski is endlessly fascinated by the rocks. Bubble time! 10-11: Nap
11:00: Hang out in Berkeley at his great-grandma’s house
2:00 Pick up our lunch at Gregoire, gourmet French fast food, perfect for lunch-on-the-go to make it back home in time for Satski’s nap. 3-4: Nap
4:00 Play with dad. Satski likes hanging out on this bottom step. Our house isn’t very big so we have to get creative with keeping him occupied in different areas. My big task for the day is to pack up all of Satski’s clothes that don’t fit anymore. I’ve just been shoving everything into a big pile in the closet and it’s getting out of control. I fill up 4 big trash bags full. Russell keeps baby busy reading his favorite book and playing outside. 5:00 Dinner followed by an episode of Sesame Street. We run around a little more until 7:00 when we start the bed time routine.
8:00: Russell and I sit down to watch Night Of.