In nine weeks I will have completed all of the requirements for my Au.D.
Every once in awhile I have to stop and let that sink in. There is something about coming to the end of something that makes time start to go by in such a different way. Nine weeks is really next to nothing, but right now, under all of the stress that comes in the final days (before the wedding, before the baby, before graduating!!!) time seems to just languor on and the finish seems so hazy and impossible. I have, it seems, about eight million things to complete in the next two weeks. If I can just will myself through the 12th of May I should be smooth sailing...
I hope you'll all bear with me if I'm a bit rough around the edges over these next nine weeks!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
New Trick
Grandma lowered the crib mattress...what fun!
(This one's sort of long folks...for some reason my video cropping tool isn't working today.)
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Strange
Uh...anyone ever have phantom feelings of a baby moving in your belly?
I could swear I've been feeling little kicks...
I could swear I've been feeling little kicks...
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Hurry Up
Tonight, for a moment, I laid on the couch staring out the window at the clouds drifting slowly across the night sky. They moved so laboriously that it made me anxious. I wanted to push them along, tell them to hurry it up a bit, fast forward, keep the pace, something, anything except remind me how fast I am moving, and how badly I want to be allowed to linger long enough to catch up. And then a little bit more, to slow down. To have enough time to absorb each moment deeply.
Life is not a race.
Life is not a race.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Seven Months
Sofia Claire, you are now seven months old, and this past month has been so much fun. You are such a happy little girl. You are absolutely delighted in yourself and by the big people who share your life with you. You find life hilarious and you laugh frequently, often when you hear someone else laughing, even if it has nothing at all to do with you. This month I've found myself muttering many times, "How did you get so damn cute?"
This month, somehow, your nickname has morphed into Beans. You've had many nicknames in your short life (Worm, Birdy, Mouse, Scrunchy Munchkin). Recently it has been Sofie-beans, and now just Beans. Don't worry though, if you don't like it, I'm sure I'll come up with something new next month!
You are growing like a weed. We were a few weeks late taking you in for your six month well baby check-up, so it turned out to be more like a seven month ordeal. You weighed in at 18 pounds 7 ounces, and 28 inches long!! That's 76th percentile for weight, and 95th for height. When we are out and about and I see other little babies I always ask how old they are. Often, I am shocked to hear that they are several months older than you, because you are almost always bigger. You are definitely a healthy little girl, and your pink chub-chub cheeks have won over many strangers!
You aren't crawling, as I predicted, quite yet, but you're definitely close. You get up on your hands and knees and rock back and forth with gusto. You can maneuver yourself from sitting to your belly, and you can easily turn to go after something that's lying beside you. You haven't, however, quite figured out how to coordinate your arm and leg movements, and you still spend most of your time inching backwards.
These past few weeks you've been allowed to taste all sorts of new foods. We are quite entertained by the reactions on your face each time you try something new. It seems to me that you'll never have teeth, though you're giving us some indication that they're moving around in there, because you're always sucking your lips in over top your gums. It makes you have an uncanny likeness to an old woman without her dentures on! Grandma has started to give you a little bit of formula once in awhile when I haven't left quite enough milk for you. It made me pretty sad the first time we had to pull it out, but you did beautifully with it, and you haven't rejected your nursing time at all.
Beans, this "baby" time with you is flying by so fast. I'm so grateful for the quiet moments when I'm able to breathe deep, treasure the peacefulness, snuggle you up in my arms and whisper, "I love you" into your neck. At times I wish those moments could last forever. Then I let my mind wander into the future, and I realize that there are so many many moments yet to come!
This month, somehow, your nickname has morphed into Beans. You've had many nicknames in your short life (Worm, Birdy, Mouse, Scrunchy Munchkin). Recently it has been Sofie-beans, and now just Beans. Don't worry though, if you don't like it, I'm sure I'll come up with something new next month!
You are growing like a weed. We were a few weeks late taking you in for your six month well baby check-up, so it turned out to be more like a seven month ordeal. You weighed in at 18 pounds 7 ounces, and 28 inches long!! That's 76th percentile for weight, and 95th for height. When we are out and about and I see other little babies I always ask how old they are. Often, I am shocked to hear that they are several months older than you, because you are almost always bigger. You are definitely a healthy little girl, and your pink chub-chub cheeks have won over many strangers!
You aren't crawling, as I predicted, quite yet, but you're definitely close. You get up on your hands and knees and rock back and forth with gusto. You can maneuver yourself from sitting to your belly, and you can easily turn to go after something that's lying beside you. You haven't, however, quite figured out how to coordinate your arm and leg movements, and you still spend most of your time inching backwards.
These past few weeks you've been allowed to taste all sorts of new foods. We are quite entertained by the reactions on your face each time you try something new. It seems to me that you'll never have teeth, though you're giving us some indication that they're moving around in there, because you're always sucking your lips in over top your gums. It makes you have an uncanny likeness to an old woman without her dentures on! Grandma has started to give you a little bit of formula once in awhile when I haven't left quite enough milk for you. It made me pretty sad the first time we had to pull it out, but you did beautifully with it, and you haven't rejected your nursing time at all.
Beans, this "baby" time with you is flying by so fast. I'm so grateful for the quiet moments when I'm able to breathe deep, treasure the peacefulness, snuggle you up in my arms and whisper, "I love you" into your neck. At times I wish those moments could last forever. Then I let my mind wander into the future, and I realize that there are so many many moments yet to come!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
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