November 2009 Archive

Somehow, as a veteran blogger, you’d think that I’d have seamlessly transitioned from writing regularly about myself to endlessly documenting the nuances and changes of my first born child in week after week detailed installments.

When in actuality I’ve managed to  pull that off in photos but very little in prose.

I guess I still feel a little weird transitioning from talking about myself as my single mischievous carefree self to this supposedly mature and innately wise motherly creature.

And I feel like a fake trying to write as if I’m a confident and wise mother creature.  And being fake about anything is an impossible feat for me.

I am, if nothing else, pretty direct and frequently embarassingly honest.

I haven’t written very much also because it feels like childcare doesn’t really permit an extended period of time that’s clearly focused.  It is endlessly mildly disruptive.  Not so disruptive as to be insane: but just enough so you wonder where your day’s gone and how come you’ve forgotten to eat and only managed to fold half of your laundry over the course of a full day.

So instead of writing anything about me and how I feel about sort of being a Mommy Blogger, I’ll tell you all about her.

My baby girl Amelia is nearly 6 months old now.

Her hair has grown long enough so that it lays down flat on her head.

She’s starting to teethe, crawl, and express her curiosity by reaching for and examining nearly anything within reach.  She’s still mellow and generally cheerful in disposition and much like her earlier days, her favorite place to nap is on my belly.

In fact as I’m typing this, her head is in the crook of my right arm elbow and her hand is possessively positioned over my right boob.

Her nose is perfect and her eyes, closed in fitful sleep now, still vary from brown and green/hazel.

I can make her laugh with eskimo kisses, tickling and kissing her feet, snorting under her chin and at her neck, or sometimes just looking at her and laughing with her too.

She still likes the korean farting show and no longer hates Tummy Time as much as she used to.  She still hates pacifiers and prefers her fingers in her mouth when my nipple is unavailable.

She wakes up around 8:00 am, and starts singing and talking to herself around 9:00.  She takes a disco nap at Noon and 3.   Her favorite stuffed animal in her crib is Eeyore.  She’s like her mother and only poops about once every 4 days.

She’ll occasionally make yowling kitty cat noises.  She actually turns towards you and recognizes when you refer to her as Madame Flatulencia.

Amelia can be amazingly well behaved while at church and finds the stained glass at St. Dominic’s to be fascinating.

She enjoys her baths and as far as I can tell, every color I put on her seems to make her complexion look brilliant. (I’m jealous — I’ve never been able to carry off green or yellow).

She still hiccups alot.

As a mother, I’ve only set two goals by which I measure my success with Amelia to date: is she happy and is she fat.   The answer is yes to both. So I win.