Monday, February 20, 2006

How Did I Get Here?

It never ceases to amaze me that Salome is mine(well, ours. Sorry Gar). I look at her and wonder how she got here. I mean, I KNOW how she got here. But even after 9 months of puking, heartburn and sleeplessness, it seems too easy. We didn't have to file any requests or take a test or anything. I've done more paperwork to adopt a cat from the pound. It's amazing. And here she is, ours to keep forever.

Now, I'm not suggesting that people need a license to get a child. Mostly because I think it's fraught with the possibility of abuse. Could you imagine the Bush administration letting someone like me have a child. Preposterous. More important, something so mysterious should never become the realm of beaurocrats. Babies shouldn't be ordered using form 65-B, filled out in triplicate. I like to keep looking in wonder at her and you know, she looks the same way at me sometimes.

Monday, February 13, 2006

10 Things I Love About Pooter

10. She's snuggable.
9. Her lopsided, little grin when she wakes up in the morning.
8. The way she giggles at her dog.
7. Everything is new and amazing to her.
6. Her big, blue eyes.
5. She's extremely kissable.
4. She likes to rock with her big sister.
3. She smells good(unlike the dog).
2. She brings her whole family happiness everyday.
1. She's a POOTER!

Sunday, February 12, 2006

I'm a Big Girl Now

Just got back from the pediatrician's. Sally has GROWN! She is 18 lbs and 26 1/2" long. In the 95th percentile. Daddy claims it's his superior genes. I think it's the superior food. Either way, she is one happy, chubby baby. She's sleeping pretty well. She loves her Mama and Papa and her big sister and especially her big, smelly dog. He just cracks her up. I have to try and get a picture of Sal laughing at her dog.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Why Did I Wait So Long?

Today, out of the blue, I wanted a baby blog. I should have started one ages ago, starting with me in enormous maternity clothes followed by gross and explicit scenes from the birthing room. Then every day I could add exactly what times I fed her (12:30, 2:30, 4:30, 6:30, 8:30, 9:06, 10:30, etc-you get the idea. But this pregnancy didn't really lead me to introspection. The baby, on the other hand, has led me to a state of joy and bliss hitherto undiscovered. Today, she was in her little bouncy-bounce and her hand reached out to move a little, plastic piece from one side to the other and I realized, "She is trying to do something ON PURPOSE!" It was like a little epiphany, for her and for me. I'm up to my waders in baby love and sinking fast.