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.