Saturday, January 31, 2009

Month 8

Dear Sophie,
Today you are eight months old. Eight months is a whole lot of months. This month you hit several milestones. First, you started crawling. You were very hesitant at first, and would screw up your face and make grunting noises because moving your arms forward was just so hard. But now, it's like you've been crawling forever and I have to run just to keep up with you.
You are still a little picky with your food, and are still eschewing the green stuff. But we started giving you the baby food 'meals', and you have developed a tolerance for sweet potato and turkey, and have found a new love in blueberries. You would still rather subsist on Puffs alone, however.
You are still not crazy about the super-nice pricey stroller that you dad and I purchased for you, but for some reason you absolutely adore riding in grocery carts. You're so high up! And there are so many things to see! And groceries are so colorful! And so many people to stare at until they get uncomfortable!
We need to have a serious conversation about the biting thing. It used to be so cute when you would gum my fingers and my chin. But now, now, you have teeth. Lots of them. And it's no longer cute, because it hurts. So if by the time you read these, I only have 9 fingers and a chunk taken out of my face, you will know who's to blame regardless of the crazy story about the rabid werewolves breaking into the house and attacking me.


Friday, January 30, 2009

She works hard for the money.

And now we know who REALLY does all the work around here.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Moving Forward.

She figured it out.

Head, shoulders, knees and toes. And ankles.

Last week, while playing basketball, your father tore his Achilles tendon. He was in an extraordinary amount of pain, and went straight to the emergency room. Yesterday, he went into the Virginia Hospital Center to have it reattached surgically. The operation was outpatient, but took about two hours. This morning, he's still in unbearable pain, despite the meds.

On the upside, you commandeered the Get Well balloon, and entertained everyone in the waiting room for hours.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Why I'm not crazy.

I just have to explain this. Because people keep asking why I do certain things the way I do. Because I've always been somewhat neurotic, just a tad OCD, maybe a touch bipolar, but everyone agrees just a bit off.
and finally, if the making-me-crazy information doesn't make you a believer:

I do not have a bumper in your crib. I run a humidifier next to your crib every single night. You do not have loose blankets, or stuffed animals, or any toys in your crib. Your jammies fit you exactly- actually, they may be slightly on the small side. I know that there is so much more knowledge than there was when I was a baby, and there will be so much more when you have babies, and I pray that someday somebody, somewhere, finds a cause or a reason or a prevention or something. We do what we know to do. I can't ignore any information that 'may help' because the 'may help' has this exraordinary meaning, where if I did it probably wouldn't matter but if I didn't... the chances of the 'I didn't'... even if it's 0.0001%, is just much too much too great, becuase the consequences are so very dire.
We all do the best we know how, and that's all we can do. And right now, at this moment, this is the best we know, and I'm doing it.


It's times like these when I wonder how on earth I got my kicks and giggles some other way.

Monday, January 05, 2009


Back by popular demand, and the continual questions as to if all the cool kids are really doing it, and if all the cool kids were to jump off of a bridge would we allow that also, and we say SURE, as long as there's a bungee cord involved, but for right now, YES, all the cool kids ARE really doing it.

All the cool kids also got pet penguins for Christmas. Mama's still working on that one.

Also, if someone knows how to get video from a JVC Enverio onto the blog you won't have to watch videos from my phone any more. Comments are OPEN.

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