and an extra set of hands, an assistant, a spell checker, a car, one million dollars or five, HBO, a dishwasher, a chef, a spa, and a drink.
I have been seeking balance as of late and trying to find time to breathe. The bubble bath aint cuttin it. Ideas?
Monday, October 09, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
month 4
You, my love are now 4 months old and counting. Today you realized that Olive is a live cat not just a stuffy. You tugged on her tail and laughed loudly when she ran away in complete terror. Now she keeps her distance and leaves rooms upon your entry. Maybe we need a dog to save the tortured cat.
Most nights you fight sleep with the whole of you. It is a game we keep playing and you keep loosing, eventually. You have your first cold and you swim right through it, nothing can stop you. Your scooting across the floor is quickly becoming a crawl but you want to stand, you have to stand, you need to stand. Yaya bought you an excersaucer which we kindly refer to as your desk. You, our boss, now have a desk in which you can spin, sit, stand, and dictate. I never thought I would want or need an excersaucer so badly.
We listen to the Rushmore soundtrack and Billy Bragg, you laugh and raise your arms in complete excitement. It’s your favorite time of the day. Yesterday we went shopping and you smiled outrageously at each and every stranger we came by. Truthfully it kind of scared me. I hate strangers, I don’t make random conversation with others, I never really thought I could, but now I have to. You have so much to say.
I have started working from home. All hours we sit, you on my lap, typing one-handed, me hoping for naptime to meet the deadline. You reach for the keys and add your input, “;khjpmpe0g0”. It is adorable and hard to erase because you typed it.
The rain has started so our walks are hesitant. You refuse sleep in the daytime without such so around the apartment we walk, you in the snugli, I with my coffee. It’s kind of the same.
Constantly in motion, curious and busy we are. And so it goes my love, so it goes.
Most nights you fight sleep with the whole of you. It is a game we keep playing and you keep loosing, eventually. You have your first cold and you swim right through it, nothing can stop you. Your scooting across the floor is quickly becoming a crawl but you want to stand, you have to stand, you need to stand. Yaya bought you an excersaucer which we kindly refer to as your desk. You, our boss, now have a desk in which you can spin, sit, stand, and dictate. I never thought I would want or need an excersaucer so badly.
We listen to the Rushmore soundtrack and Billy Bragg, you laugh and raise your arms in complete excitement. It’s your favorite time of the day. Yesterday we went shopping and you smiled outrageously at each and every stranger we came by. Truthfully it kind of scared me. I hate strangers, I don’t make random conversation with others, I never really thought I could, but now I have to. You have so much to say.
I have started working from home. All hours we sit, you on my lap, typing one-handed, me hoping for naptime to meet the deadline. You reach for the keys and add your input, “;khjpmpe0g0”. It is adorable and hard to erase because you typed it.
The rain has started so our walks are hesitant. You refuse sleep in the daytime without such so around the apartment we walk, you in the snugli, I with my coffee. It’s kind of the same.
Constantly in motion, curious and busy we are. And so it goes my love, so it goes.
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