i’m scared. i don’t know why i am, but i am.
it’s still the same as it always was. email me if you need a reminder.
girlpants,
you are seven months old today!!!! seven. the magic number of seven. time has whipped by now you are closer to being a year old than you are to your original birthday.
you have two little rice sized teeth that have made a slow appearance in the bottom of your mouth. sharp as ever, those two little things. i watched you bring them in ever so carefully. the past few weeks they hurt a lot, especially at night. but now, you seem to be all better. that cold you got is on the way out too. i’m more thankful for the later because you scream holy hell when you have to get your nose suctioned, and you fight like a little wild bear cub. you would swear we were running a torture camp, but i’ve heard babies just don’t like that type of action up their nose.
you are getting taller, but not so much gaining weight (at least i don’t think so, but we will find out at your doctor’s appointment today) and you have been incredibly active. you have this kinda drag going down, where you don’t quite move your legs, but instead drag them behind you as you pull yourself on your arms. has to be a fantastic upper body workout. but then, earlier this week, you pulled yourself up in your crib and started beating on the side rail. and as if that wasn’t enough, last night while your mama was playing peek-a-boo (all time favoritest game of all times) with you, you started crusing down the side of the crib. at first i thought perhaps i was mistaken. but then you were at one end of the crib and winded up at the other. we are both terrified. i’m wondering if next month’s letter will include walking??
i don’t know what i thought, but i thought we would have more time of the little cooing still baby we brought home seven months ago. instead, you are dragging yourself around the house and fiddling in the pet’s water dishes and pulling DVDs out of the tv stand. and i realize that our house is not baby proof at all!
you are the happiest little girl, always smiling and jumping and excited. even at 6 am when you are up for the day, you are still so very happy and smiling. your energy is incredible and i hope it always stays that way. we love you lots, our little cuddle bug!
mommy
my picture of GP was a bit of a peace offering for being gone for so long. i haven’t blogged in months… i guess at many points, i did have good reason – i’ve been busy as all holy hell. the blog got the back burner, and i thought at points about just deleting it. but then i promised myself that this would be my last blog ever – so i figured i would just tough it out. by now, i’m sure i’ve been deleted from plenty of blog roll and given how long i’ve been gone, that’s reasonable.
GP is almost 7 months now. it’s weird to say that. i wouldn’t say that things with her have gotten easier or harder, but just different. she’s teething now, and that’s destroying the peaceful sleep cycle that she had in months 4 through 6. after being successfully transitioned to her crib for about a month and a half, she has managed to wiggle herself back into our bed, insisting that i (and only i) cuddle her closely throughout the night. and she’s picky about the style of cuddle too. that’s my girl!
a lot of days i miss texass *clutching my own pearls* and the newness that it offered. NYC needs one big power washing and our apartment is shoved full of hardware that we could more than likely sell on the antiques road show for fat stacks of cash. i had no clue how to work a radiator until late last week and i’m trying to get used to the prospect of not being able to control ones own heat. i would have turned it on weeks ago! i don’t think i’m prepared for winter at all, although several have assured me that i won’t die. i’m sure we might come rather close to it though. but for everything i strongly dislike about NYC, i find something that beats texass hands down – like grocery delivery and the parks and the joys of public transportation, like not having to worry about getting home after a drink after work. i’m still teaching – haven’t quit but i’ve thought about it many days.
grad school is going okay. i passed my first class – the arts and science of effective teaching with an A+. i still don’t quite know what i’m doing though… i actually enjoy the grad school program a lot. it’s good to be around people who are in the same boat as myself and it’s helpful to bounce ideas off of each other. i’ll have to talk about the particulars of that behind closed doors, but on a surface level, it’s going well.
being mom has been different from what i expected. TL is more “mom” than i am. i’ll have to think of a way to tactfully post my feelings behind motherhood in a way that doesn’t bring about more critics that i’d like. more on that later. so, we are still here, trucking along. while so many things have changed, a lot of things are still really just the same. off to the train to go pick up GP.
four months and two weeks
guess who is laughing out loud
her grins make my day
it is week five, yes?
checking my neck for a pulse.
the light approaches.
today i realized that i miss driving. some nights in dallas i would hop in my nissan altima and just drive. i love the power and control of the car – being in control. i would roll the windows down, open up the sunroof, blast music through all the speakers and press the gas. it was incredible. i miss that.
