80/10/10 book waiting for me on hold (since I have a fruit and vegetable addiction and I'm not afraid to admit it), realize the library doesn't open until 10:00am (it's a little after 9:00am), turn around and find myself at the mall, since I know it's open, and I needed to get myself something, realize all the stores are closed, do a quick diaper change and watch little Santi pee all over himself in the car - including on his long-sleeved, warm n' fuzzy onesie, strap him in the Bjorn carrier and hurry myself inside the mall, feel like an awful mom for not having an extra pair of long-sleeved clothes (I put him in pants and a t-shirt) and it felt like straight-up Winter outside....
The stores open up, we buy mom some makeup, and the fussing starts. I promise Santi we are almost finished, and I pat his little bottom and whisper sweet things to him as we walk to Gymboree for a Winter-friendly onesie. I turn into one of those moms in the store, I ask the lady where the baby stuff is (it all looked like bigger-boy and bigger-girl clothes) and instead of simply grabbing the first long-sleeved on sale item that caught my eye, I debate between about 3 outfits, "aww, that one is cute..." "will your papa like that truck on the front?" "hey, sweetie, do you want a lion on your shirt?" and Santi's fussing slowly makes it way to a wimper... then a slight cry... then a full blown cry. I grab the stinkin' raccoon onesie (so. cute.), pay, and bolt out of there. He settles down because I am moving at more than 1mph.
We find ourselves in the car and I immediately feed the bugger. He eats like he has never eaten before in his life, "finally, mom, thanks for trying to force me into fend-for-myself mode. I'm not survivor man, I can't just go hunt wild deer and be okay for the day. I need milk, and you almost made me starve!" I swear those were the thoughts that went through his head, only in Spanish, since he's bilingual that way. He eats like a rockstar, and looks at me in this, "really?" sort of way, as if he knows that I'm about to change his clothes (again) in the car. I strap him in Mr.Carseat and we make our way to the library.
Lunch is delicious, and Santi enjoys his first restaurant experience. He sits with grandma as she enjoys her greens and beans and plant-foods. He grabs the attention of two young dads and a 2 or 3 year old little girl. Babies are fascinating. So are toddlers - which I cannot wait until Santi turns into! Or can I? Okay, maybe I can. Maybe I can wait loooonnnnggg time before our little less-than-one-month-old baby is a full on toddler. Yes. I will wait. Patiently. Ohpleasestayababyforever!
Then a visit with Auntie Kristy, who works right by grandma, and a quick drive home. In the middle of that visit with auntie is, of course, a feeding at the Mexi food place, and a moment of screaming-on-top-of-my-lungs-because-I-can from baby. Proceed to: breastfeeding in the car, again, and a rich nap. Drive home. Eat fourteen more times, sleep a little, and mom (me) suddenly panics because we've been out all day and I have gotten absolutely nothing done in the house. Except feed the monkey and change his dirty diapers. and maybe grab more food because I have a hunger that just cannot be satisfied.
Then went down a cooking frenzy: quinoa, pinto beans in the pressure cooker, lentils, an attempt to make lentil meatballs but just got half way done, roasted pumpkin and butternut squash for something-or-other recipes I have yet to decide on, some glorious potato crisps I saw on a blog and just haaaad to make, a plan to put together an apple/cabbage slaw for hubby that didn't happen since I ran out of time but at least I intended to so I get 4 points for that (right?), all while the amazing grandparents watch Santi, try to convince him he does not need to eat again but that mommy does need to cook and, well, maybe eat a little food herself, and a photoshoot of raccoon onesies somewhere in between there.
But those who wait on the LORD
shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.