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well everybody, we can stop using our “O” key when describing Skye’s current state of toothiness. she now, and for the rest of her life, has teeth. it’s official, there are two teeth in there, and it’s about time… I think this one has been trying to break through for the past month or so. and she’s been letting us know the whole time.
anywho…
now for the top ones… we’ll see how bad those ones are.
January 16, 2009
I didn’t get tagged, but this one interested me, so here it is: Continue reading “Christmas Survey”
And you want to know what is surprisingly soft on a baby? The palm of the hand when it’s relaxed while baby is sleeping.
here are a few things I’ve discovered because of my little one, that I didn’t understand before. some of them probably make sense, and some of them you’ve probably heard before, but you don’t really understand them until you have a baby yourself.
a video I found of the berry while organizing the gigantic pictures folder on my computer
you can almost see her train of thought here…
I was taking the trash out–and really what better place to have an epiphany than near the dumpster–when I walked through our parking spot, which was void of the RAV. A car I have loved owning, mainly because of it’s reliability. Not seeing it in the stall threw me fast forward into the realm of all things Slovak and the reality of this, some would say, bizarro move we are making. Knots of excitement and nerves immediately tied up in my stomach. I asked myself, again, “why are we moving?” Was I unhappy about something? Was I running away from something, running towards something? I then contemplated what in my life was of discontent. What in my life was I unhappy about?
The truth ran me over in the parking lot: nothing.
Holy hell, nothing!?! really!?!
I feel like my entire life I have been striving to be happy with what I have now, this moment. There has always been something that was going to make me happy, when I finally got it. Something was always standing in my way of real happiness, some struggle or inner unrest that kept me from being at peace. Now though, now, there is nothing in front of me, nothing but icing on the cake. I felt like I was moving through the thought of some watered down version of ascension or enlightenment, since this is not what I imagined it would feel like, in the cold, near the dumpster. The idea of ascension, of course, made me think of Stargate SG-1 (hey, I’m deep, what can I say?). I thought, that was a good show, I miss that show. Aha! Something I wanted, more episodes of a sci-fi TV show. Go figure!
so the little one is super ornery tonight, and was screaming bloody murder while I got her undressed for the evening ritual (bottle, bath, book, bed). I was planning on skipping the first three and putting her straight in her jammies, and getting her to sleep as soon as possible, but chels said that I should give her a bath, that it might soothe her. it made a little bit of sense, so I told chelsea to start a bath, and finished undressing skye. I put her in the bath, and she was calm for only a moment before she started screaming again.
I don’t know what made me do it, but I looked in her mouth at her bottom gums, and noticed something that was different from all of the other times I checked when chelsea cried “teething”… there was a discoloration, in a straight line, in the middle of her gums, about where one of her bottom teeth would be, if she had any. It was sunk in a bit, and kinda grayish, like there was a tooth just below the surface.
Holy crap… she’s teething.
despite what I’ve said before about how I don’t want her to get teeth because it will change how she looks and she won’t be the same… I’m kinda excited that she is teething getting teeth (not so much excited for the teething part of it).
I don’t know why, but when I saw that, I immediately saw her in a different light, she is no longer a baby, she is a little girl.
I just wish it didn’t have to happen on my watch…
The fragrance of bananas on tiny hands when they are smooshing my nose.
Nonexistent personal space filled with small, dark eyes when they are inches from mine at 2am.
Endearing meltdowns when she just sits pouting at the injustice of it all.
Stuffy nose snoring through the baby monitor that sends me off to sleep.
Any one of a million different, toothless smiles.
Spending the last hour listening to the sounds of a 7 month old talking to herself.
Becoming the playground to be crawled over, sat on and toppled over.
Long, quiet walks.
Daily pulling of my lips, sticking her fingers in my nostrils and jabbing my eyes.
At times, being the only one she wants, until I hold her and she pushes away.
No matter how completely draining today may have been, I always look forward to doing it all again tomorrow.
