Emory is happiest whenever he’s being held. So I hold him a lot, which usually leaves me with only one free arm. I’ve spent a lot of time discovering things to do with one arm. There aren’t many. Reading a book isn’t easy to do with a newborn. (At least for me.) Cleaning is impossible. And knitting is so far out of the question, not that I got the hang of it yet anyway. Writing on the Internet is too frustrating because typing with one hand makes me feel crippled. Although, I do it sometimes. Usually, my texts look like an LOL cat wrote them.
“k. cnt type mch. 1 hand. b crful. c u soon. sry abt the wrk load. get sum wine.”
One day I received a response back from Toby. It read:
“I really have no clue what that could even mean.”
I usually bring Emory into the bedroom around 9:30 PM every night, which leaves me with all the evening programs the following morning. And so I’ve been watching a lot of television because it’s easy to do with one hand. (Please note, judgmental parents of the Internet, I read to him every day as well. I sing to him too. I don’t just sit around blogging, watching TV, and eating chocolate. Well, that last part is sort of true. Producing breast milk takes a whole lot of chocolate. But I digress.)
No matter how much planning goes into my couch camping organization skills, I still manage to forget one key item in order to survive. I’ll have Emory in one arm, a beverage at my feet, a pacifier on my right, the next bottle within reach, pillows propped up and ready to go for my sore back, maybe a snack or two, snacks that can be eaten with one hand. I’m ready to camp out for however long Emory wishes. But! Where’s the remote? The remote is out of arm’s reach. And I’m left thinking about one of my favorite books from childhood. I could probably learn a thing or two from this kid:
The other day was not unlike the rest. Only this time the remote was on the chair with Murray.
Of course, I had to put the baby down for a minute, leave my campsite, and take a picture.
Now, if only I could get him to work it for me.
Mihow 
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