Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Teething is a Bitch

C is cutting not one, not two, but THREE teeth right now, one of which seems to be some type of molar. This baffles me. I was not expecting molars yet.

Obviously, this is uncomfortable for her and, since it is very hard to explain to a 14 month old what is happening and that it will eventually go away, she wakes up every three hours screaming in pain. 

So, I give her Advil or Tylenol (in rotation) and rock her back to sleep. This process sometimes takes 10 minutes, sometimes 2 hours. Sometimes, I give up and take her back to bed with me and we watch Sesame Street on my iPad. And she is overwhelmed with excitement to be up and playing. And so my day starts at 5:00.

I feel like the mother of a newborn again.

The end.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Through Her Eyes

Sometimes, I think about how my daughter will see me as she grows up.


Honestly, she may never know the professional me. My life before hers is irrelevant. To her, I am Mom. I am changer of diapers, washer and (occasional) ironer of clothes, scrubber of dishes. I am mac and cheese chef, maker of pancakes, filler of sippy cups. I am boo boo kisser, tear wiper, lullaby singer.


While my suits and tailored dresses collect dust in the back of my closet, my daily wardrobe involves yoga pants and t-shirts, food stains and diaper cream. My hair is dirty and my makeup routine has been reduced to mascara and a cheap concealer/foundation combo I found at Target.


I look forward to trips to the zoo, carousel rides at the mall, and afternoons at the bookstore. Kindermusik is the highlight of my week. But, I wouldn't have it any other way. I actually get to spend my days playing peek-a-boo, reading books, and playing with blocks. I get to watch my daughter discover the magic of bubbles and sidewalk chalk. I get to kick a tiny soccer ball across the backyard. I get paid in toothy smiles and upside down giggles. My life is perfection.


Some days, I'm beyond tired. Some weeks, Husband is across the country for work and I begin to feel as if I am living on a secluded island of motherhood. But, then, I remember that instead of sitting in an office all day, I'm spending my entire day with this tiny, wonderful, sweet, and funny little girl...




...and I no longer care if I am seen as a professional, because all of the energy I spent on my work, I now get to spend on my daughter. I have no doubt that she will know the real me. She will learn so many things from me, some on purpose, others not so much. But, being known as "Mom" is by far the most fulfilling job I've ever had. I'm just glad I'm lucky enough to get to hold that title.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Baby and The Bunny

We visited the Easter Bunny for the first time this week. Last year, C was a tiny six weeks old, so we didn't attempt the photo opp; but, this year, she loved him!

I had a feeling she would given the fact that, like all her favorite things, he is fuzzy. But, there was still the slight chance she would be one of many babies crying in terror in the photo (which I still find adorable).

She opened her mouth wide and giggled as we approached the big bunny. She willingly left my arms for his and, as I stepped back to entertain her for the camera, I found I was not needed. She was perfectly happy petting him! She posed for the camera and then cried when I picked her back up.

A few minutes after, she slowly walked over to his chair and peered around the corner to see if he was still there. She really is the sweetest thing.


P.S. I'll have to take a close up of the precious Easter outfit she is wearing. My mom made it for her and it is smocked with three fat bunnies with big bows on their heads. My mom has super powers. 

Happy Easter!