The baby has slept for six hours on three separate occasions, but most nights she has one four hour block, which is really helpful. (Possibly, I have a four hour block and she has some time spent awake but not crying overnight. I don't know. I'm asleep.)
The pets seem to have adjusted, although the cat went out recently (he is a house cat, not that he knows that) and came back with no collar and now he's limping. This lead to my greatest feat ever. I awoke at 7:55 am, was on the phone to the vet by 8 and at 8:08 am, accepted an 8:30 appointment. I had the baby, the cat and myself dressed and strapped down in their carriers by 8:20. I feel that someone should name a holiday in my honor for that one.
Adapted from an email, November 8, 2013
Yesterday was my monthly house cleaners' visit. The cat has an injured paw and a serious fear of the four ladies with the vacuum cleaner back packs.
Usually, he runs outside when they arrive, despite how he is an inside cat, and stays gone a long time.
Then starting at five am the next day, he walks around the house yelling for five hours. So, I thought I would put him in his carrier and leave the house before they arrived to spare us all. And I did that part.
I took the cat and the baby for an hour-long walk in the stroller on a path a ten minute drive away. It's hard to think of activities that are an hour long and appropriate for a cat and two month old. The carrier fit neatly in the stroller basket. I didn't think it through as well as I should have, and we ended up walking past (but not through) the dog park.
Naturally, when I got home it turned out they were late and so the cat both went for a walk for no good reason and was terrorized by the vacuum ladies who showed up ten minutes after we got home.
(Note: the cat is now fine and has completely forgiven me for that little disaster.)