I distinctly remember saying that if I wasn’t moving out of my house and into a smaller, temporary place, I wouldn’t mind having a Soda Stream. Yet in spite of my best efforts to discourage adding more items to the move, a genie granted my wish and a Soda Stream appeared under the tree this year. I immediately abandoned my misgivings and embraced my new appliance with reckless joy, leaving my nagging concerns for later… How hard was this going to be? What does homemade soda taste like? Are the supplies hard to get? Does this really save money? Tonight I had the house to myself, so I dug into the box and almost gave up right then when I saw how complicated it looked. Fortunately I didn’t allow myself to give in to intimidation and waded through the mult-language instruction booklet until I discovered that it was much easier than all of the parts made it appear. I placed the baby in her swing as it occurred to me that I might not want to have her strapped to my chest while I opened a canister of CO2, but as it turned out, getting the gas attached to the device was uneventful. The instructions said no more than 3 short pushes on the release lever were necessary, but nothing appeared to be happening in the water bottle, so I added a lot of extra taps. I was wrong about that too, the bottle once released had plenty of fizz. As for how it tastes, I should never have worried. The diet root beer is terrific. Now I have a supply of soda water always at hand for impromptu drinks from my amateur bar. Any more of this sophistication and I’m going to have to get a liquor license.
Lydia has enough control over her hands now to place thumb in mouth and suck vigorously. She’s also very actively making sounds that occasionally string together to make babble, and taking an interest in turning this into a back-and-forth pseudo dialogue with me. Sometimes an entire hour goes by without breaking down into a wailing seizure of eternal pain. Sometimes. Today she received her immunizations and for most of the rest of the day she let us know she didn’t care for the procedure. By the afternoon we were getting concerned she might really be sick, but all is calm for now.
We’re surviving a colicky baby period, mostly thanks to a prescription med that is truly a God-send. I’m getting quite skilled at eating with one hand, as it turns out that babies want you to hold them at all times. For the typical infant she doesn’t sleep very often, but when she does it’s starting to be at long but awkward stretches, usually while I need to be doing something that keeps me from sleeping while she sleeps. We find ourselves keeping meticulous count of the frequency of feedings, wet diapers, dirty diapers, and burps, and I know more about my baby’s schedule than I do about my own. We’re still producing the strip but what’s gone out the window is any time to put thought into promotion and much of my social communication. But content is the important thing, there will always be time to do that again when Lydia is a few more months along.