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If money were no object, I’d spend a day getting a massage and a haircut.

I’m awful about updating this thing.

My son will be 20 weeks old on Saturday, and this past Sunday (Mother’s Day) he rolled over onto his tummy for the first time. He sort of did it the day before, but by Sunday he had it mastered. I give it a few weeks before he starts crawling.

I’m still knitting and crocheting, although I’m mostly just doing small motifs that theoretically will go into a blanket, but in reality will live out their wasted little lives in a gift bag where I’ve been tossing them as I complete them. Maybe one of these days I’ll sift through what’s in there and put together a hodgepodge afghan. Don’t hold your breath though.

You know, one of the hardest things about not deriving your self-worth from others is  that inevitably some people walk away from you in order to find someone who does.

Staying at home with a newborn is a weird mixture of boredom and frenzy. The stretches of baby napping are quiet but short, which means there isn’t enough time to really get into anything that doesn’t involve a fair amount of sitting still, and once the little one wakes up hollering for food, it’s time to scramble and get that bottle mixed up and popped into his mouth before the noise puts the whole house into an uproar.

Along with all that comes an interesting rearrangement of priorities. Last week my car wouldn’t start. Not long ago that would have started a round of annoyed head shaking and phone calls and ranting about how now I can’t go anywhere. This time, I was concerned about not being able to take him anywhere if something went wrong, but other than that I shrugged my shoulders. I’d been cooped up for a month already, I reasoned, what’s one more day while the stupid car gets fixed? And then the stupid car got fixed and all was well. Other examples of changed priorities include napping and showering when possible instead of on a schedule and eating like a human being instead of like a college sophomore on a cafeteria plan.

I’ve heard people say that parenthood made them better people. I’m not egotistical enough to make such a bold statement this soon, but I’m certainly a changed person. We’ll see if I’m better.

Baby turns 5 weeks today, and had his one-month well baby checkup yesterday. That means no more weekly appointments; he won’t be back until he’s two months old. It leaves me in a bit of a lurch as far as knowing his weight for weekly updates, but I think I’ve got it solved. I added him as a puppy on my Wii Fit Plus game, so now I can weigh myself on it, and then pick him up and weigh myself again. The Wii does the math and gives back his weight. It won’t be as precise as I’m used to, but on the other hand it’s sort of funny that I had to list him as a pet to get it to work at all.

Today I bundled my son up into his carseat (or baby bucket, as I call it in my head) and plopped into the driver’s seat, only to find that my engine will turn over but not catch, and to smell the scent of gasoline suddenly permeate the air. It’s not a huge deal, really. I don’t go back to work for another week and a half, and the dealership that can repair it is right here in town. A couple of friends came and got me so that we could make it to a lunch date, and overall this is not the tragedy that I would have considered it to be a few years ago, the last time it happened (but with a different car). I guess being cooped up in the house for several weeks has a way of making this sort of thing not such a big problem. Of course I’m not nuts about not being able to take him somewhere if I need to, but other than that, well, whaddya gonna do? It’s a car.