Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Yes, We Should Talk About My Video Habit
Watch "Hiccups, 6 Weeks" on YouTube
She's just so sweet and wonderful!
Friday, March 15, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Forming Neural Pathways with Breaking Bad
...Is a current fact of Mizz McCrumpleface's existence that gives me pause when I consider the implications. Not the least of my worries is the fact that Jesse curses so poorly. For a little gang-banger, he sure does sound like an awkward tween grasping for attention every time he adds the word "bitch" superfluously to the end of a sentence. I want my daughter to know how to curse appropriately, dammit. And of course I'd rather she grew up to do something other than manufacture methamphetamine, but I wouldn't want to squelch her dreams when she's less than six weeks old, I suppose. I wouldn't blame her for getting bored with her current job, which is pretty much limited to laying around and being cute, acting as a conduit for various body fluids, and waiting for all the wires to hook themselves up in her brain and body. Emphasis on the "cute," as you can see.
I have been feeling mostly good, with day or two-long blips here and there. I had a somewhat stressful family visit in the middle of some sleepless nights, which made me more-than-average bitchy about the things I dislike about certain family members of mine. My aunt was in true form, representing the television-addicted, chain restaurant-preferring, Fox News-watching demographic. Even though she was being perfectly respectful, it was driving me a little unreasonably nuts. Andor and I were fighting a little too. Once all that stuff leveled out and we got some sleep and sex, things improved dramatically. I have been daydreaming rather nonstop about metalworking, and when I'm not doing that, I just watch this fine TV show on Netflix. I am glad for the little bit of stimulation.
I have a date tomorrow to begin my little apprenticeship with Mug Monsters. Will report later.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Peeing While Babywearing
Since I discovered experientially how wearing the baby is the answer to many of the complaints I have about Cora's existence on the outside of me, I have been re-learning how to do things with a real live baby strapped to my front. You would think it's just like being pregnant, but it's not. There are breakable little ankles dangling right where I would normally lean over the sink, for instance. There are things made of fabric that I would rather not accidentally pee on because Cora is perfectly capable of frequently soiling her clothes all by herself, because doing laundry twice a week is difficult for people who have no facilities at home, and most of all, because it would just be embarrassing to have to admit, when Andor asked why my carrier was in the dirty laundry bin, that I had peed on the baby.
Right now, it's 6:00 in the morning, and I feel rather amazingly energetic and awake after about six hours of non-continuous sleep because Cora decided not to fuss or squeak or ride her invisible bicycle between all her feedings last night. (I wish you could hear how many exclamation points I say that last sentence with in my head.) I'm going to accept this small gift from the universe enthusiastically in the hopes that the phenomenon will repeat itself.
Ol' Poop Smallsy Smalls is growing and changing so dramatically every day. I know, I know; all parents say that about their kids. But that doesn't mean that it isn't really exciting when it's MY kid. For instance, she's already strong enough that we often don't need to support her neck in certain positions. She pushes herself up on her hands and sortof wavers there, looking around like, "See? See?!" Yes Cora, I see. I can also pick her up under her armpits like a real baby without worrying that her head is going to fall off.
Her face is looking more human all the time too, but I still can't see much resemblance to either of us. She definitely has Andor's feet, poor thing. She might have my dad's ears. I can almost see evidence of a ski slope nose like mine, but her nostrils are very wide, and her facial features in general are prominent in a way that doesn't seem to indicate that she'll get my petite, angular face. Her eyes are enormous, but there was no way she could come from the two of us and not have big eyes. I have no idea where her perfect little Clara Bow mouth came from. It's sure to get her in trouble some day.
Alright, baby just went back to sleep, my pot roast just finished cooking, and my man is looking really juicy, so I think I'll go take a bite out of a couple of things.
Right now, it's 6:00 in the morning, and I feel rather amazingly energetic and awake after about six hours of non-continuous sleep because Cora decided not to fuss or squeak or ride her invisible bicycle between all her feedings last night. (I wish you could hear how many exclamation points I say that last sentence with in my head.) I'm going to accept this small gift from the universe enthusiastically in the hopes that the phenomenon will repeat itself.
Ol' Poop Smallsy Smalls is growing and changing so dramatically every day. I know, I know; all parents say that about their kids. But that doesn't mean that it isn't really exciting when it's MY kid. For instance, she's already strong enough that we often don't need to support her neck in certain positions. She pushes herself up on her hands and sortof wavers there, looking around like, "See? See?!" Yes Cora, I see. I can also pick her up under her armpits like a real baby without worrying that her head is going to fall off.
Her face is looking more human all the time too, but I still can't see much resemblance to either of us. She definitely has Andor's feet, poor thing. She might have my dad's ears. I can almost see evidence of a ski slope nose like mine, but her nostrils are very wide, and her facial features in general are prominent in a way that doesn't seem to indicate that she'll get my petite, angular face. Her eyes are enormous, but there was no way she could come from the two of us and not have big eyes. I have no idea where her perfect little Clara Bow mouth came from. It's sure to get her in trouble some day.
Alright, baby just went back to sleep, my pot roast just finished cooking, and my man is looking really juicy, so I think I'll go take a bite out of a couple of things.
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