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Dec. 20th, 2007 05:35 pmI don't remember what it's like to have a two-month-old, or a five-month-old. The notion of having a newborn baby again is strange beyond words. It has been ten lifetimes since Evelyn was born, it seems. She's seven months old. Seven! She is the age that we calculated her being for Christmas! That is not terribly surprising, I suppose, since it IS Christmas. Where the heck did this month go, anyway? If I look at pictures of her as a newborn, I am just blown away by how tiny she is, and how... newborn-looking she is. She was pretty then, but she is so much more beautiful now. It's so easy to get caught up in day-to-day life and just complain about the little things... how it's hard to take her out and find places to feed her or change her or how there's not much time for M and I to do things together or how she woke up in the middle of the night for an hour or she whines for a couple of hours one day. Having a baby has a lot of inconveniences attached, but on the whole, it is SO GREAT. We made a person! A whole one! She has a personality and free will and range of motion! She likes things and dislikes things and she laughs when I have hiccups and she does something new every day! It's so cool!
(Ever wonder if new parents rave about how wonderful parenthood is just to justify their choices to themselves? It really is great. Hard, but great.)
Last week, she started waving. She won't always do it (of course) but she often will if prompted. My mom was saying she was waving, but I didn't believe her until I got her to do it for me on Sunday. I called my mom and said, "HEY! Guess what Evelyn did FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME today!" ;) She was not amused.. haha. Yesterday morning, I tried to get her to wave at me and she wouldn't. A couple of hours later, she was nursing, and she pulled away, looked up at me, and waved. I melted into a pile of goo and I haven't solidified yet. It was so sweet.
Let's see, what other fascinating and remarkable things? She is much more interested in food than she was at first--we expected her to go after food when we introduced it, but she was completely underwhelmed. Age and size and interest in reaching for food aside, I didn't truly feel she was ready and I still don't think she was, even at six months when we first tried it. The only thing she truly likes is applesauce. That makes me laugh because she said "applesauce" when she was just a tiny tiny baby. Of course she didn't MEAN to say it but it sounded just like that's what she said... maybe she's thinking that it took us long enough to give her some freaking apples even after she asked for it by name! ;)
She's been very, very interested in playing in the floor with her toys this week. She will lay there for a very long time picking things up, chewing on them, discarding them in favor of a new one. Her favorite toys seem to be the mounting hardware for other toys--plastic rings that attach toys to something else. Weird kid. She also likes to eat the beaks on her many, many duckies. She gets irate if there are too many toys spread around sometimes. We call her Baby OCD. ;) Right now, she's laying there laughing at nothing in particular that I see, and talking to whatever is under one of her toys. (I thought it was just the blanket but what do I know?) She will sit for a long time if we sit her up, but she gets bored with it now and then and throws herself down, so we can't just sit her up and leave her. She rolls for transportation but is still fairly uninterested in crawling.
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I weigh twenty pounds less than I did when I got pregnant. Those twenty pounds made a remarkable difference in how I look in pictures. I'm terribly unphotogenic, but this fall, I started looking more like myself in photos than ever before, instead of just like a puffy ball of dorko. At least, that's my theory on why I suddenly look good in pictures.
M thinks that it's just that I'm happy now. I am.
Life is good.
(Ever wonder if new parents rave about how wonderful parenthood is just to justify their choices to themselves? It really is great. Hard, but great.)
Last week, she started waving. She won't always do it (of course) but she often will if prompted. My mom was saying she was waving, but I didn't believe her until I got her to do it for me on Sunday. I called my mom and said, "HEY! Guess what Evelyn did FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME today!" ;) She was not amused.. haha. Yesterday morning, I tried to get her to wave at me and she wouldn't. A couple of hours later, she was nursing, and she pulled away, looked up at me, and waved. I melted into a pile of goo and I haven't solidified yet. It was so sweet.
Let's see, what other fascinating and remarkable things? She is much more interested in food than she was at first--we expected her to go after food when we introduced it, but she was completely underwhelmed. Age and size and interest in reaching for food aside, I didn't truly feel she was ready and I still don't think she was, even at six months when we first tried it. The only thing she truly likes is applesauce. That makes me laugh because she said "applesauce" when she was just a tiny tiny baby. Of course she didn't MEAN to say it but it sounded just like that's what she said... maybe she's thinking that it took us long enough to give her some freaking apples even after she asked for it by name! ;)
She's been very, very interested in playing in the floor with her toys this week. She will lay there for a very long time picking things up, chewing on them, discarding them in favor of a new one. Her favorite toys seem to be the mounting hardware for other toys--plastic rings that attach toys to something else. Weird kid. She also likes to eat the beaks on her many, many duckies. She gets irate if there are too many toys spread around sometimes. We call her Baby OCD. ;) Right now, she's laying there laughing at nothing in particular that I see, and talking to whatever is under one of her toys. (I thought it was just the blanket but what do I know?) She will sit for a long time if we sit her up, but she gets bored with it now and then and throws herself down, so we can't just sit her up and leave her. She rolls for transportation but is still fairly uninterested in crawling.
...
I weigh twenty pounds less than I did when I got pregnant. Those twenty pounds made a remarkable difference in how I look in pictures. I'm terribly unphotogenic, but this fall, I started looking more like myself in photos than ever before, instead of just like a puffy ball of dorko. At least, that's my theory on why I suddenly look good in pictures.
M thinks that it's just that I'm happy now. I am.
Life is good.
