( 4/29/2004 03:04:44 PM )
Standing Tall
I feel terrible that I've neglected Miss Ella's blog! What a terrible mommy I am!
So to make up for it, here's her Easter picture:
Over the weekend/Monday she's also decided that she's ready to walk. Miss Ella now will crawl up to me, while I'm on the floor, climb up my lap and then let go. Last night she stood on her own for quite awhile and -get this- danced. Yup, she shook her bon-bon and then plopped to the ground. Aunt Cinnamon is babysitting tomorrow night, she should have her hands full. *evil cackle*
I cannot believe that she's going to be nine months on Saturday. So much so that I forgot to schedule her 9 month pictures! Thankfully the JCPenny could fit us in on Sunday. *whew*
In other news, J., Ella's boyfriend, moved on to the big kid room. It was a sad day but she's doing well. Instead of chasing the boy around, she's now helping out in the room. Seriously. She looks after the smaller kids and helps to rock them in their bouncy chairs. She's even taking an interest in laundry. Yeah! hahaha...
I really missed her over the weekend. While I'm always happy to have time for myself, once we got to DC, I missed her terribly. I must have drove Cinnamon crazy with "I miss her" or "Oh, look at that baby!" all the time. I do take Ella to events around Chicago, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for people to ask where she was. *sigh* And there were so many kids & babies there as well. Luckily a friend of mine, Jeanne (who often reads me the feminist mother riot act), told me plainly, "She'd never remember it anyway. Just tell her she was there." Of course after we started the Shuffle for Women's Lives, Cinnamon looked at me and said, "This is where it would not had been smart to bring Ella." I nodded.
Maybe that's why she's trying to walk so soon. She knows she's got places to go, people to meet, and stands to take.
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( 4/14/2004 01:28:34 PM )
Moo
I don't recall it hurting the first time that Miss Ella latched on to my breast. It felt weird. It felt nice. It felt right.
Now she's 8 1/2 months old and still latching on every chance she gets. It's funny thou, when she was first born, I'd have to get her to open her mouth. Now she almost crawls up to me and sometimes she goes grab my breast and almost shove it in her mouth.
I love holding her in my arms while she nurses. I love it when we lay down in bed to nurse.
I'm going to miss that.
I've decided to start weaning her from my breastmilk onto formula.
It breaks my heart to think it, it crushed me when I told the hubby this morning, it's earth shattering to see it on this screen. But I made it to my 6 month mark and while my ultimate goal was one year, I don't think I can make it.
The new job is too stressful. It's taking a toll on my milk supply, I have to FIND time to pump, and I'm not doing a good job at drinking enough water.
I knew it would happen sooner or later, but I think now is the right time. It's just so sad.
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( 4/8/2004 01:42:30 PM )
MOB
There's another group out to fire GW from the White House. They are called MOB or Mothers Opposing Bush. They are trying to register one million mothers by Mother's Day. If you are a mom, go for it! Heck, if you're a godmother go for it! Hell, if you think you may be a mom one day, go for it. They didn't ask for my mommy license when I signed up.
One odd thing is that they do not take a clear stand on choice. Perhaps they want to get a large segment of moms and don't want choice to hinder their efforts. I'm going to investigate and then report back to you all.
I'm feeling a tad ashamed that my status as a mother has spurned me into more mother politics. I've always known that I'd be a mom, but I ignored more politics around mothering. It just shows you that the personal really is political. I've always known about the issues surrounding daycare, SAHMs, the double day, etc. But there are just so many more that come to light each new mommy day. It's amazing.
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( 4/5/2004 03:54:44 PM )
*giggle*
Miss Ella's giggle is the best sound I've ever heard.
I found her tickle spot a few days ago. The funniest thing is that she has a very low threshold for being tickled. She laughs for a few minutes and then starts to yell for me to stop. I try not to push her that far, but her laugh is too much! I need it!
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( 4/2/2004 09:11:33 PM )
She's here.
What else is there to say? She's beautiful.
I'm using every ounce of strength to not break down and cry like a baby right now. That lil girl's face is full of the love that surrounds her. The love that J. had to bring her into this world, care for her in utero, to give her to Dawn & her family to raise, and the love that Dawn & her family will give this lil one. Maybe it's my own mommy hormones, but it's just overwhelming the emotions I'm feeling. OK, so maybe there was more I could say. Congrats Dawn.
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( 4/2/2004 09:05:44 AM )
Eight Months
It's not that Miss Ella isn't doing anything. In fact it's the total opposite. It's just that I barely have time to blog. In fact, I don't even think we took that many pics of her this month. March was just a blur. April will go by even faster I suspect with the March for Women's Lives and all.
The lil one is just adorable. What else is a mommy to say? haha...Her new trick is to start crawling towards the TV, stop look back at us and smile. Then when we tell her to stop she continues to smile and then starts crawling towards the TV. I didn't think she would just mock us like that until she was at least 2! I've kidded that she's a little diva, but come on!
Yesterday she turned eight months old. Someone said that this is when she becomes a human - in that she will act more like a person than a baby. It's kinda true. While she's still fully baby, she does have a much more developed personality. I've found her tickle spot and she hates it. She loves her stuffed monkey. She also loves being with other kids.
We took her to the park last weekend and put her on the swing. She spent most of her time staring at the babies next to her. She's such a cutie.
Eight months as a mom has left me unable to stay up past 10pm without looking like a zombie. I went to dinner with Cinnamon last night and I *had* to take a cab home. Not because the hubby worries about my safety at night, but because I just *had* to get home ASAP. I'm so lame. *chuckle* It's also left me unable to think in a linear manner. Can you tell? HA!
