Happy half birthday
TheGirl turns six months old today. She'll be celebrating with a bowl of banana mush and some quality time with her best friends, the nipple twins.It's been an exciting few weeks for her. First, we introduced solid foods in the form of a yummy banana/breast milk/rice cereal combo. After a week and a half, she finally understands that she needs to open her mouth wiiiiide and let me stick the spoon above her tongue. That said, she still ends up filthy. If only I found eating this difficult, perhaps I wouldn't have gained 10 pounds since January.
In other news, the littlest one is sitting up like a champ -- to the point that her day-care providers have moved her from the teeny-tiny baby room to the big baby room. It's like moving from the oven to the cooling rack -- she's not quite a person yet, but the promise of fresh-baked goodness is right there for everyone to see.
TheBoy hit his own milestone this week: We took every single thing out of his room except his bed. That's what happens when you don't listen to your moms for the 1,237the time.
As for me, I'm feeling much better. (Unlike my spouse: Poor Judybat! I will not guilt you into blogging.) The vestiges of my post-partum depression still lurk, and I'm still taking my Zoloft religiously in my continuing effort to keep passing the open windows. The chief difference is that I no longer fear the onset of my anxiety. When it happens, I deal, knowing that it will pass. Plus, I live in terror of being alone with the two kids. I'm finding I actually quite enjoy this parenting thing. Which is good, given that it's my life for the next 50 years or so.
posted by AnnaRay at 3:13 PM
8 Comments:
"It's like moving from the oven to the cooling rack -- she's not quite a person yet, but the promise of fresh-baked goodness is right there for everyone to see"
Hee -- that's funny! Do you ever think about writing for a living?
I met a very grown and very pretty four-month-old today while eating dinner at Pop's in Durham. By coincidence, one of the wait staff was a very tall (5'11") woman with a similarly beautiful face. To see the kid and the server next to each other was like seeing the same person at two different times in her life. Freakily nice. And not even in a Vonnegut way.
That's what it's like looking at AR and The Girl
If the resemblance continues, she's going to be in deep trouble as a teenager. I'm going to say, 'Don't give me that look,' and she won't be able to say, 'What look?'
Happy 6-month half-birthday to TheGirl! Banana mush - mmmm!
Happiest half-birthday to her! Had I thought of it earlier, I would've shot for her half-birthday as a birthday, just for fun. But no such luck.
I hope you celebrate with some cake. Even if it's her half- year birthday, y'all deserve some cake, especially you with all the pumping and stuff. I totally feel your pain in that regard. I wish I had a real (not self-pity and exhaustion)reason to eat cake. Seven weeks post partum=no cake or fun stuff because I want back into my real clothes and shoes. A hummingbird cake would be nice. So would a big old bottle of wine.
God, don't deny yourself. I figure I have my whole life to be good. I only have six more months to whine about how much pumping sucks, and then reward myself with a cookie.
This is why I need an editor. I should have said I no longer feel terror being alone with both children. Except sometimes.
V, eat your cake. You have the rest of your life to watch your figure but only a year or so to use the baby as an excuse to eat whatever you want.
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