The Sun Will Come Out
Well, I'm feeling better although a little guilty about my last post. We had another visit with said person that went surprisingly well; I had the opportunity to say my piece and was met with understanding. Hallelujah, a miracle has occurred. I needed a little bit of that. It's very nice to have those kinds of visits.
I also realized I've been Mrs. Hormone City for quite some time now. Well, it's either that or I have indeed been driven batshit crazy and should be on medication. Instead of whining I should just be grateful that my husband and I have tolerated each other for this long. In our discussion on how we are addicted to TV and should strive to find other, more intellectual things to do, one of us suggested Scrabble as an alternative. Guess which one of us that was. I'll give you a hint: it's not just any kind of Scrabble, it's Strip Scrabble. Nothing says romance like nudity and little wooden blocks with letters on them. On the other hand, I'm pretty good at spelling dirty words.
Baby E. is smiling more and more and loves to look in the mirror. Sometimes I am really good at getting her to give me a full-gummed smile and other times she will look at me with an expression that just says, "Mom, you're an eejit." At those times I can flash-forward to the future when I will be the one person who can embarrass her the most. I guess it's good to be prepared.
She lost all of her hair from the front to the back except for a long-haired monk's tonsure -- although in my opinion she looks more like a little old man than a man of religion. I'm just waiting for it to get long enough so I can do some kind of comb-over. I love her to bits and am even sort of getting into dressing her in cute outfits. One thing I will pay more attention to back home next time I visit is how people dress their little babies. I tended to keep Baby E. in pyjamas just because they were easier and more convenient (that, and the fact she's just now big enough to fit in the clothes we were given), but I've noticed that other mothers will dress their newborns in actual matching outfits. I'm going to have to start doing better.
Monday, June 25, 2007
The Sun Will Come Out
Posted by Pardon My French at 2:35 PM