||[Feb. 20th, 2008|10:43 am]
Whole lotta labia.
Is six friggin' months old. And change. She's just... omg. She babbles all the time. We get "mamamama" and "dadadada" and "awwouououpbbbthhhwawa" which I think translates to "Minions! Bring me ale and dancing boys!" Or maybe dancing girls. It's not yet clear.
She's up on all fours and rocking. It's fun to watch and resulted in one of the most off-color VOTB moments to date. The first time she got up on all fours she almost immediately collapsed forward with her chest on the floor and her butt way up in the air, so proud of herself she looked back over her shoulder at me and grinned. At which point the VOTB pipes up with "You ever see a ass like this wasn't on a Puer'o Rican?" I shot Guinness all over the exersaucer. We're classy in my house.
She seems to be bypassing sitting as it doesn't allow her to get anywhere, she's going straight for crawling. Good for her. I don't much care about the individual milestones. Walk, talk, eat, potty by herself, and play with other kids by 5 and don't sweat the small stuff. What matters to me these days is that she comes to bed to nurse at around 4:30 every morning and stays there with me until we wake up for the day. I usually wake to her patting my face and when I open my eyes she gives me this huge grin and giggles. That makes up for a lot.
At the risk of anyone going "Hey, that's from a funeral poem!" I'm going to go ahead and quote some Auden and say that she is "my North, my South, my East and West, my working week and my Sunday rest, my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song." There are new pictures of her up at the Picasa gallery if you're the kind of person who cares about pictures of other peoples' kids. (I, I confess, am not. I like pictures of my kid. I like pictures of kids that I know in person. And yet I share pictures of my kid with you. I am such a hypocrite. Eh. Whatever.)
Goes swimmingly. I'm down below my pre-natal visit weight, I feel the strength coming back in my shoulders and back. Oh, and I can do two new spins on the pole! I got my boots and they make a huge difference because my ankles feel so much stronger. I've been doing massive ab work in order to facilitate being able to get upside down on the pole. I dream of doing a helicopter spin down into the splits and I'm working on all the stuff I need to for that to happen. Silly goal, yes, but you gotta go with what works.
I continue to do dance videos in my room at night. It's making a difference in the refinement of some of my movements and I look forward to dancing at War to show them off. I thought I would miss going to a class every week but I find that given the amount of hands-on instruction I've had this and some drilling are working out even better. I don't have to drive anywhere, and I can stop and rewind any time I want. Large library of videos for the win, yo.
Last night I dreamed I hugged Cait. I keep waiting for it to stop feeling like there's someone sitting on my chest. I'll have to keep waiting, it seems.
This Friday I get to buy my new Squishy. I've been working so hard to save the money for it while still being smart about other expenses and future plans (Spain, England, Pennsic, etc.) and now it is mine! Expect to see oodles of pictures. Some of them may even be of stuff other than the baby. (One issue.. my office firewall blocks me from anything it sees as "personal storage" so I can't upload to Flikr, Kodak, SmugMug, Snapfish, etc., etc. Any suggestions on where to upload to avoid that?)
How are you guys?