Saturday, December 23, 2006
Last night we were out to eat. It was a break from all of the running around, and was relaxing and nice to chat with my husband. Jim was feeding Willa her green beans and playing. I was singing the bill slip and felt really really happy. I added his last name onto my existing name and the 3 names take a long time, but last night I felt like... I was signing into this wonderful, goofy, figuring it out family.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
It was a good meeting at the museum. She sat on his lap without any problems, but this is a better photo.
Again, I'm concerned about our daughter's future political leanings, she was more interested in a stone bust of former president Gerald Ford's head than Santa. Then again, Santa didn't let her pick his nose...
Friday, December 08, 2006
Tonight Willa goes to Chuck E. Cheese for the first time. Cousin Matt's 4th birthday!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Willa is eight months old. I feel that eight months ago someone hit some switch that sped up life. Everything moves faster now - I do, Jim does, the dogs zip away when they've had enough of Willa trying to pull herself to a standing position using their fur, their backs their ears... fast. She's growing up sooo fast.
That's okay, because since her birth everything has been intensified, for good and bad. Cold feels colder when worrying about little hands outside. Hard is harder when you hear a baby's head hit the floor after another failed attempt to climb whatever is not the floor. Poop (okay, a little grossness here), teeth, and laughter are all more important and exciting. When Willa turns and smiles at me, I feel like the sun shines for me, and choirs and orchestras play the Hallelujah Chorus for me, for us. A baby is good for the ego - when baby is content. Worry is more, and happy is more, peace is more, and gratitude and tired is way, way, way more. Christmas is more. Appreciation for my own parents and family are more. Partnership and team are more (Jim and husband and dad are more, more). Stress is more. Most importantly, joy. Joy is coming out of me like lava out of a volcano. Not the streaming lazy way - but the explosive, straight up in the air with power and substance and roar kind of joy.
We're all working on something. I think I need to let the bad mores fade behind the joy lava rush and good mores.
I wrote the above on the 5th, and am getting back to post it today, the 6th. Jim and I went to a fundraiser for the childrens' hospital in town last night. It was moving, and sad and joyful, and reminded me over and over that we are very fortunate to have a child who is healthy and happy. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself for sleepless nights. We hope to never visit the hospital. Leaving the event, I couldn't wait to pick Willa up at her grandma and grandpa's and hug her tight and smell her hair.
I think that I am more because of her. Thank you, Willa bird.
Anemone bulbs are toxic to dogs.
Hydrogen Peroxide forced down their throats makes dogs throw up.
A lot. Everything. Maybe even parts of their eyeballs.
Jim and I are a good team in a crisis.
Dogs are okay.
Willa watched the whole thing while laughing and dancing in her doorway jumpy seat and turning a solid teething cookie into plasma.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Friday, December 01, 2006
The first day this winter when the weather was threatening enough that the news had 2 forecasters on at once, and all schools are closed.
The morning that Jim is out of town, and so I'm running the circus solo.
I was standing over Greta and the dead rabbit, no coat, shoes slipped on blinking the frozen rain out of my eyes. Willa was in the house in the playpen for a minute.
Tonight I'll have to dig the rabbit out of the snow and give it a proper burial. Because it deserves it, and because the dog will continue to visit.
Not a great morning.