Monday, April 30, 2007
If Naps Were Made of Gold...
If naps were made of gold (which they are), I'd be rich (which I guess, following that logic, I am).
Mae has started having three naps a day. It's such a beautiful thing. In just over a week, I've written more than 12 single-spaced pages of the YA book I've been working on. Not to mention that the dishes usually get done and the house is more or less clean. Plus. I've re-covered three of our four dining room chairs.
And then there's the fact that she's even lovelier than usual after she's had a little rest. She peeks out from underneath her strawberry sun hat and leans forward in her stroller during walks, babbling away at the flowers and trees. And when she does her shy smile, hiding her mouth against her own shoulder, people melt for miles around.
Of course, the only downside to all of this is that I'm already hooked on our new lifestyle. A friend reminded me recently that babies usually start napping only once a day, somewhere around their first birthdays, and I wanted to scream "Noooooo! Not Mae!! Mae will keep having three naps a day until she's at least four. She has to!"
Sigh. Oh well. I guess the main thing is to enjoy the naps while I've got them. Speaking of which, she will probably be up in about half an hour, and after that she'll be wanting to crawl around (since she's officially crawling, as of Saturday!), so, for the time being, I am off to write while I still can...
Mae has started having three naps a day. It's such a beautiful thing. In just over a week, I've written more than 12 single-spaced pages of the YA book I've been working on. Not to mention that the dishes usually get done and the house is more or less clean. Plus. I've re-covered three of our four dining room chairs.
And then there's the fact that she's even lovelier than usual after she's had a little rest. She peeks out from underneath her strawberry sun hat and leans forward in her stroller during walks, babbling away at the flowers and trees. And when she does her shy smile, hiding her mouth against her own shoulder, people melt for miles around.
Of course, the only downside to all of this is that I'm already hooked on our new lifestyle. A friend reminded me recently that babies usually start napping only once a day, somewhere around their first birthdays, and I wanted to scream "Noooooo! Not Mae!! Mae will keep having three naps a day until she's at least four. She has to!"
Sigh. Oh well. I guess the main thing is to enjoy the naps while I've got them. Speaking of which, she will probably be up in about half an hour, and after that she'll be wanting to crawl around (since she's officially crawling, as of Saturday!), so, for the time being, I am off to write while I still can...
Friday, April 20, 2007
Haiku for Spring
La la la la la
Springtime is finally here
Die, pink snowsuit, die!!
Springtime is finally here
Die, pink snowsuit, die!!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
The Times They are A Changin'
Mae is a scooterbug. She's not exactly crawling yet, but she's thisclose. She gets up into a kind of downward dog yoga pose (only with more drooling and babbling), planting her elbows (or face) on the floor, putting her toes down, then straightening her legs to push up. Then she kind of scoots herself forward, or else rolls sideways. She's been working on it for ages now.
I think that's why I haven't written much lately. The changes are happening constantly, but also so gradually that it's hard to spot them.
Like how she puts a hand on your arm now to let you know she'd like your attention. Or the way she's figured out that her toy hammer makes a bang-bang-sproing sound when you bang it. How she's so good at sitting up that she hardly ever falls over. The way she likes to turn the entire toy box upside-down so all the stuff will fall out at once. How she's got two teeth (which I think I forgot to mention) and eats beans. How she sometimes covers her ears when you warn her there's a "big noise" coming. Plus, she's got a little kid look about her now.
I see people pushing strollers with little babies in them and think, I wonder what that's like? It's so crazy how fast it goes, and how quickly you forget each stage and become an expert on exactly the stage your baby is at right now which, thankfully, is all you really need to know anyway.
One of the momfriends said something very insightful the other day (those momfriends are so smart). She said she credits motherhood with helping her to slow down a little, and to chill out a lot. "Everything is a stage," she said, sounding amazed. "It'll all pass."
I think that's why I haven't written much lately. The changes are happening constantly, but also so gradually that it's hard to spot them.
Like how she puts a hand on your arm now to let you know she'd like your attention. Or the way she's figured out that her toy hammer makes a bang-bang-sproing sound when you bang it. How she's so good at sitting up that she hardly ever falls over. The way she likes to turn the entire toy box upside-down so all the stuff will fall out at once. How she's got two teeth (which I think I forgot to mention) and eats beans. How she sometimes covers her ears when you warn her there's a "big noise" coming. Plus, she's got a little kid look about her now.
I see people pushing strollers with little babies in them and think, I wonder what that's like? It's so crazy how fast it goes, and how quickly you forget each stage and become an expert on exactly the stage your baby is at right now which, thankfully, is all you really need to know anyway.
One of the momfriends said something very insightful the other day (those momfriends are so smart). She said she credits motherhood with helping her to slow down a little, and to chill out a lot. "Everything is a stage," she said, sounding amazed. "It'll all pass."
Monday, April 02, 2007
Stop, Hammer Time
There are these nails in our floorboards that keep popping up. We've been meaning to fix them for ages. They're nasty little sock snaggers and, we figured, once Mae started crawling, would be horrible for her knees. This weekend, my husband got out the hammer to hammer them back into place.
Mae has never been the kind of baby who's bothered by loud noises (fire engines don't phase her, and we make a big game out of the coffee grinder every morning), so we weren't expecting her to mind the hammering... but we weren't expecting her to love it so much either. Every time my husband hammered a nail in she would start laughing hysterically. Just absolutely killing herself laughing. All but wiping a tear away with the back of her hand as if nail hammering were right up there at the top of the list of impossibly funny things in the world.
My husband ended up hammering in all of the problem nails, plus every other nail in the floor that was even sort of threatening to possibly pop up one day in the future. As long as she keeps finding this funny, it's safe to say I'll never have to nag my husband to fix anything (as long as it involves hammering) ever again!
Mae has never been the kind of baby who's bothered by loud noises (fire engines don't phase her, and we make a big game out of the coffee grinder every morning), so we weren't expecting her to mind the hammering... but we weren't expecting her to love it so much either. Every time my husband hammered a nail in she would start laughing hysterically. Just absolutely killing herself laughing. All but wiping a tear away with the back of her hand as if nail hammering were right up there at the top of the list of impossibly funny things in the world.
My husband ended up hammering in all of the problem nails, plus every other nail in the floor that was even sort of threatening to possibly pop up one day in the future. As long as she keeps finding this funny, it's safe to say I'll never have to nag my husband to fix anything (as long as it involves hammering) ever again!
