Mother’s Day My Ass
No, Annabelle gave me a mother’s day present worthy of a true Mericle. She PEED on me. Yep, my little precious girl, whom I waited for a year for, spent lots of money to get, hung out in a crapola town for weeks while waiting for her, peed on me on mother’s day. MY friggin’ day.
I gave her a bath yesterday and she was all squeaky clean, smelling like lavender, and naked, wrapped in her ducky blanket snuggled next to my chest. I was carrying her over to the changing area (otherwise known as the floor of my bedroom) to put on a diaper when I felt a disturbing wetness on my sweat pants. I quickly looked down and sure enough, the pumpkin was peeing. On me. And she had a look of happiness on her face. Welcome to motherhood!
results: Well, there was an
overwhelming response to the annoying music edition of the journal. Curiously enough, most of the
respondents were former temporary residents of Kokshetau and there was an
almost universal piece of advice to surviving the annoying music: “Drink Vodka at Lunch.” It’s interesting. This same group
of people responded with the same advice “Drink vodka at Lunch”
when I complained about being bored. And the same group responded with the same
advice “drink vodka at lunch” when I complained about insomnia. And the same group responded with the
same advice “drink vodka at lunch” regarding my court
experience. And the same people
responded with the same advice “drink vodka at lunch” when I had no
water. Are you sensing the same
theme here that I am? Maybe the key
to surviving the Kokshetau experience is, um, “drink vodka at
lunch”. I have a bottle of
the local swill, Harmony
vodka, here in my apartment but I confess I haven’t even tasted it.
I’m not much of a vodka fan. But maybe that’s why I’ve been
so frustrated here. I haven’t yet learned the basic survival technique.
Food for thought. Or rather beverage for thought. When in
(Somehow I suspect there will be a rash of emails in my inbox tomorrow regarding the being peed on incident and I suspect they will say the key to surviving motherhood is “drink vodka at lunch”)
Annabelle and I are working standing up (She’s pretty good but I have a ways to go). Being the brilliant baby she is, she has already figured out that she needs to hold her arms out to each side (her Jesus Christ superstar pose) to balance. Unfortunately, due to the physics of the whole experience, I can’t get a very good picture and hold her but it’s cute.
She now sits for 20 minutes at a time too. Still no signs of crawling yet.
Her favorite toys are (in order):
This mobile thing
She doesn’t like her teether at all. Maybe it’s too big for her. I tried it both cold and room temp and she just didn’t take to it.
Finally yet a picture of the girl herself geared up to go outside. By the way, if you haven’t noticed yet, I only have one “going outside” outfit so every time we go outside…she’s dressed the same way.