Zain is almost eight months old! New developments: he can’t crawl just yet but he can turn himself in a circle and scoot. He can also drag himself to where he wants to go. Usually it’s to something shiny. I’m so proud of my boy. 🙂 And of course he’s been sitting up on his own for a while now (you have to sit him up, he can pull himself up yet). Oh and hey: he love LOVES sucking on his toes!
Now that Z wants to be on the move constantly (turning in my arms, reaching for everything in his line of vision, struggling to get out of my grasp, etc) I feel I’ve reached a new level of exhaustion*. Breastfeeding, which has never been easy for me, has become even more exciting now that Z is fixated on scratching up my forearms and kicking me in the shoulders. Oh well, onward ho! More interesting factoids: he gets upset when I leave the center now, making it harder and harder to leave him. He usually isn’t too far gone though, if the teacher distracts him he’s alright. I love coming to get him: when he sees me he wants me to pick him up right away. If I spend too much time gathering up his belongings he starts crying and if a teacher is holding him he reaches out for me. 🙂 It’s the best feeling in the world to be needed.
*The guilt of admitting that I am not in a constant state of bliss is the worst, but it helps to talk about it, (especially to (new) moms, one of my co-workers had her baby three months after I had Zain). And although I’m exhausted to tears most of the time and running on empty I still contemplate having more children! Because you take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have…heh. Anyway, having an only child has never been an option for me. I want a moderately sized family, and I want Zain to have siblings. My kids will be awesome, I can feel it! And I will fight to not be that mom…you know, the one trying to stay hip, because I will always maintain a level of cool that transcends time. I have no doubt in my mind that it will all be a lot of work (and insanity), but I’m in it. To win it. I don’t know what that means. Yeeeah. I’m hoping that I will have a lot more confidence (and sanity?) by the second one, and the good sense to know that I can lean on others when I feel overly burdened. The last one might seem obvious but I have a hard time telling the people closest to me when I am feeling weak for fear of being judged too harshly.
And Andy. Wow. He’s been such an amazing husband and father. I think I love him. Kidding aside, I know we can do this together. Go team French-ure!
Who could not love these two? And check out the head tilts.
At the Webers. Lookatthatface….scrumptious.
Z sleeps contentedly on Auntie Meg.
Toby is surprised to be holding a baby, while Andy and Z make conversation.
Andy bought me That Thing You Do!. Yay! I am a happy girl. I have the VHS version, but pure laziness kept me from buying the DVD. Love that movie. I can’t count how many times I watched it with my family and quoted Steve Zahn’s character Lenny (I’m not with these fellas. I’m in a pigging competition at the livestock pavilion, and I am gonna win that blue ribbon!). We even sang the title song on my mom’s answering machine but wittily replaced certain words: “You. Called my house it’s true. Now you have to leave your name and number for me! And I’ll get back to you-ooou!” Oh it was classic. Come to think of it, my mom had some pretty classy messages on her machine thanks to us. They awed, they inspired…they angered (once, one of my mom’s opinionated friends…she thought it wasn’t funny!).
This movie rocks, especially now that it includes “never before seen clips/footage/junk”! Lovin’ it lots. Just lovin’ it lots and lots.
Obviously created as a “vehicle” for Paris Hilton. Steaming pile of shit, natch. The actress playing the “nottie”??? For. shame. I think it says something when you have to have rotting teeth and gray skin to be less “hot” than Paris Hilton (who looks like a fucking WEASEL). I looked up the actress and she used to be on Step by Step. Oh Lord. TGIF. Brings back memories. But anyway…this whole thing is just nasty. Naaaasty.
Secondly, what’s up with Proactiv and those stupid commercials? Why are P. Diddy, Jennifer Love Hewitt, and Jessica Simpson claiming to have had acne and then prove it with pictures of one lone pimple on their chin? …the fuck? I’ve seen acne. I’ve seen people whose faces look like one big pulsating zit. And your “success stories” are supposed to put them at ease? Because…you’ve been there? Suck it, Trebek.
Next random subject: so there’s a Steve and Barry’s at a mall near our house and I’ve gone there a couple of times hoping to find something to strike my fancy. As you know (or don’t) Sarah Jessica Parker has a line there called Bitten (and apparently so do Amanda Bynes and Venus Williams-dear and Eleven). Every time I go there I try to really like something and buy it but leave feeling meh and empty handed. There’s some stuff on the website that I think I would scoop up if it were available in the store, like the houndstooth coat or the suspender wide leg trousers or the sleeveless ruffle shell…but what I’ve seen there so far I can’t talk myself into buying. It’s disappointing because I love SJP’s sense of fashion, but the clothes aren’t really anything that would make my wardrobe pop…and I think that’s the point. I do respect what they’re trying to do at that store though because everything at Target is massively overpriced, and this I do not understand. Why would I spend 25 bucks on a sweater there when I can get one off the sales rack for the same price at Fossil or J Crew? Does not compute.
Good times: Andy, Zain and I are in Eugene visiting the Webers. It’s been a couple of months so it’s great to see them and collectively gawk over Zain and his scooting skills. It’s not so great to showcase my lack of sleep related mental retardation. I’m so out of it that I called Andy Mom, and called Meg Jen. WTF? More asinine stuff to follow.