Watching the clock

Disclaimer: This post has the potential to make me sound very neurotic.  Which perhaps I just need to accept the fact that I am.  So be it.  (Although I think if you're a new mom, you're likely to know exactly what I'm talking about.  If you're not a mom, you think I'm nuts.  And if you are a mom of an older child and think I'm nuts, then you probably have just forgotten what it was like...)

A few nights ago I was lying in bed thinking about how often I watch the clock.  It seems to fill my days.  It starts around 5am and continues until 7pm with intermittent watching the clock through the middle of the night.

When will Trey wake up?
When should I put him back down?
When does he need to eat again?
Is it time for a nap?  What about now?
How long has he been crying?  How long should I let him cry?   What time is it now?
How long has he been sleeping?  When is he going to wake up?
Is it time to eat again?
I wonder if he's tired.  Should I put him down now?
Is it time to pump?  How long have I pumped?  Is it time to stop?
When should I put him down for bed?

With all of these questions imagine frequent glances to the clock, quick mental math, and an ongoing wish for a crystal ball to help me make decisions.

I think one of the advantages of being back at work is I don't have to think about all this all day long.  Man oh man do I miss my boy, but it's nice to be at the office watching the clock to see when I can go home to be with him again and not to determine his eating and sleeping (oh except for watching the clock to pump...).

This past week has been busy so I don't think we have taken many pictures, but below is another video of my sweet Trey.  He is starting to say his "b" sound and does it over and over.  I think his first word might end up being "boob".  By the time I thought to record him, he was done being a performing monkey.  He was more interested in eating the phone.  But for those of you who haven't met Trey yet, you can see why I just melt when I look into his eyes.

Oh and here are some pictures from Trey's first time in the high chair.  Do ya dig the camo bib?  That is from Randy's friends Karl and Lisa.

 "I'm a mouth breather just like my mama."

 "The ends of this baster feel really funny, but I just can't get enough."

 "Here, let me just try it one more time."

 "Bliss..."

"All done for today."