a quick downdate
Greetings gentle readers!
Tis really I……no need to adjust your sets.
I humbly thank all of those who continue to pop in and send me messages and comments….(all 2 of you! I kid, I kid….there’s at least 4)…obviously I haven’t had much free time of late with one thing and another…more on that in a moment.
How is everyone? What have I missed? Please do let me know if you are so inclined.
Now. As for the title of this blog….I called it a quick ‘downdate’ rather than ‘update’….since ‘update’ would indicate that I am, in fact, ‘up’ (as in ‘awake’) and I honestly don’t recall the last time I felt completely so.
My little princess (see profile pics for newest installations of the Cuteness) is now 8 1/2 months old. She still doesn’t sleep much, or regularly, or for extended periods of time. We are in the process of formally remedying this (with recommended ‘gentle’ ways, that do not involve ‘crying it out’, as mommy is way too much of a softy to handle this and please, no need to reiterate that this is the only way, blahsie blah, the ways we are trying will take longer, but be just as effective and much easier on tenderhearts around here, and, again, though I am a zombie much of the time, I wouldn’t trade all this bonding and tenderness and snoozin on mommy stuff for anything, (she does sleep in her crib, don’t get me wrong) and if I do say so myself, Puddin Face seems to be thriving rather well on all the attention and everyone who meets her comments on her sunny nature, and if I seem a little defensive about this, it may *just* be because I have been attacked, criticized, and tsk-tsked at every juncture about this and anyone who is a parent knows juuuuust about how welcome unsolicited advice is, thank you very much).
Ahem.
But yes. Sleep would be nice. I’m so good at power-napping at this point it feels like my dreams are on speed-dial. (Wow. That sounded clever, and I’m not even sure why. Go, me!)
In other news, we moved. Moving sucks. I hate hate hate boxes. I hate them even more when they just STAND there, demanding attention. Frickin boxes. YOU DON’T OWN ME!
Having said that, I went on a frenzy and unpacked and/or stashed the rest of them and now am much happier. Yay! (Now they just mock me, mufflingly, from the closets….’still…..fulllll…….still….fullll….’) Frickin boxes.
Finally, as of last Tuesday, after numerous false starts, rocking on her hands and knees, scooting backwards, etc., Puddin Face is officially MOBILE. Oh, is she ever. Crawling crawling crawling everywhere ohmygawd I thought I was tired before! How you mothers of multiple children do it, I have no idea, but you have my unending awe and respect. (Becks, don’t even get me started. You ARE mommydom!)
Funniest thing, too….she was in her crib earlier that day while I was getting dressed in the morning, and I SWORE out of the corner of my eye I saw her crawl from one end of the crib to the other. I whipped my head around and she flopped onto her belly so I couldn’t be certain. I made a big fuss but nothin doin. Then later that evening, when we were both on the floor playing with her, I set my cell phone on the floor (yes, ok, it was bait, I admit it….) and without preamble she just crawled right over to it as if she’d been doing it all along. No hesitation. No false starts. Just doo-dee-doo and there she was. Aaaaaats my lil Puddin Face
Then, today, she was again in her crib, and when mommy came back from starting laundry, there she was: standing up. She’s been pulling herself up with assistance, but this was the first time she did it on her own. I lay odds that Puddin Face will be walking soon. Call it a hunch.
And now I must go attend to same. Thank you thank you thank you for reading.