Saturday, November 11, 2006
Month 6 The Bird (in short)
On Friday, October thirteen you started crawling in attempts to wrangle Olive the cat. Your mission was and remains the same; catch, tackle, and destroy. My days now are spent chasing you around the living room as you seek out every nook and cranny in search for that darn cat. On your mighty quest across the floor you pick up tidbits and various toys, none of which satisfy you more than the cords you are not allowed to touch in the far corner of the room.
With the crawling came the distinct need for freedom. Freedom from Mom, Dad, the playpen, the carseat, and of course; your bed. God forbid you be trapped or in momspeak "safe". The dramatics of going to bed have taken on a life of their own. We can't trick you, not anymore. You have wised up to our little scheme, come 7:30 pm every night the bull in you takes shape and you fight for said freedom by refusing sleep with your life. Eventually I give into your faux wains for affection and over my shoulder, through your tears, there is an awful grimace, I just know it. " Ha Ha Mom Lady. I get you."
Again and again I am in awe of you. You are so busy and curious. Yesterday you learned how to take off your diaper. In doing so you promptly threw it to the floor and declared victory by peeing all over your seat. It was great, triumphant, and terrifying. As you stood there, soaked in pride and pee grinning wildly I felt my heart sink. This is it.
So here we go into your 6th month. With fingers crossed and eyes open, we watch, wait, thank, and love you. - MOM
PS: Sophia, I love you to death and you can't fool me. Remember those two things and you'll be fine. Also in recent news, democracy took a turn for the better this week as the Democrats took both houses of Congress. So hopefully they won't screw up your future as badly as the Republicans would have. -DAD
With the crawling came the distinct need for freedom. Freedom from Mom, Dad, the playpen, the carseat, and of course; your bed. God forbid you be trapped or in momspeak "safe". The dramatics of going to bed have taken on a life of their own. We can't trick you, not anymore. You have wised up to our little scheme, come 7:30 pm every night the bull in you takes shape and you fight for said freedom by refusing sleep with your life. Eventually I give into your faux wains for affection and over my shoulder, through your tears, there is an awful grimace, I just know it. " Ha Ha Mom Lady. I get you."
Again and again I am in awe of you. You are so busy and curious. Yesterday you learned how to take off your diaper. In doing so you promptly threw it to the floor and declared victory by peeing all over your seat. It was great, triumphant, and terrifying. As you stood there, soaked in pride and pee grinning wildly I felt my heart sink. This is it.
So here we go into your 6th month. With fingers crossed and eyes open, we watch, wait, thank, and love you. - MOM
PS: Sophia, I love you to death and you can't fool me. Remember those two things and you'll be fine. Also in recent news, democracy took a turn for the better this week as the Democrats took both houses of Congress. So hopefully they won't screw up your future as badly as the Republicans would have. -DAD
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