Mono... Not just for teens

Ok, here goes. My only res'delusion' this year was to actually write regularly again... And then I dsicovered that there was a much more famous (and funny!) blog named Baby Rabies. You should totally check it out. She's more reliable than I am by far. Anyway,we've settled, sort of, into a routine in the last few weeks and one of the things that strikes me about this phase of 'mom-ness' is that it seems to be predictable. Mono. As in, monotonus. Now, before you get me all tied to a stake and ready the gasoline, what I am not saying is that I am bored. Well, if I'm honest, sometimes I am. Rather it bears comparison to any of the old school Disney roller coasters, where you trundle along amongst things that are cute and endearing, only to find this punctuated by moments of amazement when a sudden turn or dip catches you off guard. Now, these punctuations are sources of amazement for me, as I watch my son begin to interact with his environment; but I would like to list for you a sample of daily activity. Wake up, change diaper. Make bottle. Feed child bottle. Feed child breakfast while drinking one of life's sweet nectars, espresso. Clean up from Jackson Pollack style breakfast remnants. Change diaper. Attempt to accomplish ________(fill in as needed). Concede general failure. Play. Read some single sentence per page books. Put child down for nap. Breathe. Use newly cherished free time to do something you used to abhor but are now grateful to fit in your day (exercise DVD). Shower quickly. If lucky, do dishes or laundry. Child wakes. Make bottle. Feed child. Debate whether high chair mess predicts impressionist or cubist. Change diaper. Play. HOLY COW, DID HE JUST DO THAT?! Maybe make run to grocery store. Play outside. Go for a walk. Child naps. Use time to check things off To Do list. Or maybe read a book with multiple sentences per page. Child wakes. Feed child. Make mental note to feed dog less as a result of total 'dropped' food intake. Play. WOW THAT WAS COOL. Crankiness on part of child prompts frequent time checks. Change venue for sanity of all. Read some books. Feed child. Bath. Bed. And there you have it. Some pretty amaxing stuff happens in there, but to be fair a whole lot of really normal, monotonous stuff tries its best to run out the clock.