I find that its absolutely essential to my mental well being that I get out of the house every day and go for a walk. Especially in the morning after the long, sometimes frustrating nights. I have also discovered that I am becoming addicted to having a morning coffee! Due to my lack of confidence with the stroller I pull out the Baby Bjorn carrier that my sister in law gave me and start using it to go for short walks. (my incision is still sore so I can’t go as far as I’d like to.) I find that the Bjorn offers more support while walking then the sling. My new routine seems to be feed Oilver and them make my way to the starbucks, which is about a ten minute walk, get a coffee and then make my way home before he can stir. I find that it’s just long enough to get me out of the house but not too long that I have to worry about bringing a whole diaper bag. I tell myself everyday that it’s okay to pay $3.40 every day for a tall coffee frappicino…that I deserve it for working so hard. Well that lasts to the end of the week when I decide that maybe I should be walking the Tim Horton's instead, after all mat leave EI doesn’t pay THAT much. I’ll save Starbucks for those really tough days.
My husband has been the one giving Oliver his baths, and this week decides that he is done with the bath tub. We decide to bathe him right in the kitchen sink instead, and it’s a hit. Oliver loves being submerged in the water and actually stops squirming and becomes relaxed and calm. He loves being the water and doesn’t even peep as he gets his bath now.
I had heard so much about how great swings were for babies, and what a life saver they could be, and because my ankles were getting thick 
from bouncing Oliver in his chair all the time I decided to splurge and get one. And I don’t just get any swing…no, I get the deluxe model. A friend comes over and helps me assemble it, and we excitingly put Oliver in. He likes it for maybe two minutes and then starts squirming and crying. Wonderful. Well, hopefully it just takes some getting used to, or at least this is what I’m telling myself.
My husband has been the one giving Oliver his baths, and this week decides that he is done with the bath tub. We decide to bathe him right in the kitchen sink instead, and it’s a hit. Oliver loves being submerged in the water and actually stops squirming and becomes relaxed and calm. He loves being the water and doesn’t even peep as he gets his bath now. 
from bouncing Oliver in his chair all the time I decided to splurge and get one. And I don’t just get any swing…no, I get the deluxe model. A friend comes over and helps me assemble it, and we excitingly put Oliver in. He likes it for maybe two minutes and then starts squirming and crying. Wonderful. Well, hopefully it just takes some getting used to, or at least this is what I’m telling myself.
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