Mischief

 

I want another baby. Badly. Husband and I not seeing eye to eye on this. Am hoping when things turn 'round for him in the job market he will do some turning 'round of his own.

More about this later but it is constant preoccupation.

And a big "hello" to any of my UTD students who have stumbled up on this.

Ignore the man lying on the sofa, and the horrible blue ottoman that needs to be reupholstered. The boy is walking! ETA that I have no idea how to publish a movie clip, but trust me, he is walking.

All of the wonderful, snuggly newborn moments were so precious but I think the sight of my boy toddling naked down the hallway is the best moment so far.

It's supposed to be 106 degrees today. And I have a boy who wants to be outside all the time. What's a girl to do?

He has taken 3 or 4 steps on his own, from various hold-on-to-thing to other hold-on-to-thing. He also remembered what his (digital ear) thermometer was for from a few weeks ago. Genius!

I start teaching tomorrow and have mixed emotions. It is only two days a week, and just one class but I still have mixed emotions. When I am with him, I feel like a little break would be so nice. Then I get that little break and I think of nothing but getting back to him. Ahhhh...motherhood.

Why do I think of so many clever things to write about when I am driving or lying in bed?

Sophie's Walk, for Ziggy

Difficult post for me. I've had a heavy heart for about a week, with a few crying jags thrown in for good measure. I realized (well, not realized because it's always right beneath the surface...that pain), no, I remembered that this year would have been Ziggy's 5th birthday which seems somehow more significant to me than the 2nd, 3rd or 4th. Maybe because it's half way to 10, and right after he died I would think, "I need it to be 10 years from now because maybe then I will be able to function."

So, this year, things are hard again. Possible pain-filled posts ahead.

New Things

We are very silly parents. We sit and watch Duncan, and applaud his every attempt at every thing. It is so much fun to be so silly. One thing he has figured out is clapping. I see lots of babies do this much earlier and wondered why! can't! he! clap! But now, he is clapping, mostly because we clap at almost everything he does. Again, bring on the silly.

What's really cute, though, is how he claps. He hits the back of his left hand with the palm of his right. Not quite perfect, but unbelievably cute.

I also think he's trying to say "duck duck" because I sing Old MacDonald to him so much. My husband thinks it's not "duck duck" but "da da". Maybe, but I think it's duck duck.

He took about four steps on Friday. He was rounding the couch, when he thought I was going to chase him, which brings on much delight. He just let go and took off! He was like, "whoa! what am I doing?" and dropped to a crawl.

Let's see, what else can I drone on about regarding my son. I am one of those moms. I have become what I used to fear and loathe. I have mom friends (one even drives a minivan) but none of us wear keds and we all have lots of education and are interesting women. But, we are moms and do discuss sippy cups and diapers and baby sitters alongside the news, books, art and other interesting things. It's awesome. My life is so awesome.