The Bee’s Aunt Lisa (my sister) left for medical school in West Virgina yesterday and we probably won’t be seeing her again until Christmas. Hard to think The Bee might just be walking up to her to say “hi” by that time! We’ll miss you Lisa and we wish you the best of luck settling in and getting started…
Four Years…. July 15, 2007
Thank you Ryan, for the best four years of my life.
We actually look like parents for this anniversary.
Wholesome, but weird.
Walking After Midnight…. July 14, 2007
Last night The Bee had a stuffed-up nose and wasn’t sleeping very well. Although we’ve been trying to keep her in crib to sleep at night, a lot of the time, I end up bringing her in to sleep with me, which I love but, for obvious reasons, don’t necessarily want to make a habit…
Anyway, since she wasn’t even close to sleeping and Ryan and I were still awake and not wanting to take into our room, we decided to bring her downstairs. It was around midnight or so and we both noticed that she looked a little freaked out. It took a few minutes for us to realize that she simply hadn’t seen what it looked like downstairs in the front room when it was dark. We only had one small light on but she could see the streetlight from outside the window. We wiped her nose and stepped outside where for once (to her, especially) it was almost completely quiet. Suddenly, a car went by on 5th Avenue with its headlights on, which totally amazed her. She was just so fascinated by the dark and the quiet. Her head turned sharply once when the crickets resumed their song and she just stared very intently, not really focusing, but listening to these distinct sounds that were new to her. I thought I saw her sniff the air a few times, which made me realize that indeed, it does smell different around here at night.
Our midnight excursion around our house at night reminds me to always think and behave as though I were a new being, freshly landed, on this strange planet. If I do that, I can be like her and get a complete kick out of the simplest things I never used to give a second thought to. The fact that it’s a whole different world on our street at night is something that was the source of her endless fascination last night and it makes me think about the thousands of other daily wonders that we habitually ignore. Having a baby around makes you think about these things. It makes you blow bubbles again and remember faintly how amazing those hundreds of tiny swirling rainbows in them are. It makes you put your hand under running water and leave it there, feeling the hot, then the cold, like it’s all a new sensation. It makes you cognizant of what raindrops really feel like and what summer smells like. Because everything is new to her, it has to be to me too so I can recognize the hidden treasures in everyday life, whether they are as simple as a dark quiet night street or the first taste of plum that isn’t quite ripe.
The Day of The Bee July 11, 2007
Today was Mommy and Bee day….Hub is the head technical director of the Shakespeare in the Park series at Schiller Park downtown and was spending day there getting everything ready for the opening of King Lear tonight so without Daddy, we were on our own. My initial plan was to do what we did last week when Ryan was working, go down to the amazing North Market and hang out, then hit the galleries (anti-baby stares and all) on High Street but there was a huge mid-afternoon thunderstorm just as I was getting her dressed.
So, instead of sticking with the plan, I decided that we might as well stay in and have a rainy day together, which turned out great. Now that The Bee is more mobile, she can spend as much as 30 minutes at a time just rolling, pushing, and crawling her way around whatever room I sit her down in the middle of. Unfortunately, this new mobility means that I have to be 100% vigilant all the time because she’s always seeking out little things on the rug or off the floor to pop in her mouth. In the course of the day today, she found all kinds of things laying around or just within her reach that gave me a case of the howling fantods. I turned my back for a minute to turn up the radio and in that split second she’d found and deemed a quarter worthy of shoving directly into her mouth and just as I was taking it away from her, she reached out with her other hand and grabbed a little fuzzball and tried to eat that too. I am looking forward to the days when she stops thinking everything in sight looks delicious.
I think part of the reason today was so nice was because I just gave up on trying to keep up with work-related emails and the ton of projects I have for the week. If I found myself starting to feel a little stressed, I would just gather her up, pop her on my shoulders, and we would be elephants, through the kitchen, into the dining room, and down to the floor. Her laugh keeps me realistic and reminds me why my work and professional life has suffered some. In the end, none of it matters—no client is too important for me lose, even though sometimes I feel like that’s not the case.
Now that Ryan’s done with his technical direction bit for the rest of the week, we can balance out time out a little better and spend more time together. I actually forgot until this morning that our anniversary is coming up on Thursday. I guess I’d given it some thought last month but it’s just that I don’t even feel like it should be the middle of July approaching. I have no clue what we’re going to do—we haven’t even talked about it. Oddly though, that’s something I like about us. We are a great couple and are best friends so the more “holiday-esque” romance-inducers like Valentine’s Day, for instance, are special, but not the only day we focus on one another. I’m lucky.
Remember Me? I’m the One Who Used to Post Here…. July 10, 2007
Wow, I’m such a flake when it comes to updating this thing… I mean, it’s not like I’m not already online and/or writing every single day of my life or something…
Predictably, it’s just been busy lately. Like for the past couple of months, come to think of it. Between trying my hardest to balance working with The Bee at home (which is where I’m lucky enough to work from) one day leads to the next and before I know it, she’s eight months old and crawling around…
We were so certain that she was just going to skip the whole crawling thing until the other day when she finally seemed to get the idea that the scooting/army crawl was a lot more effective if she got her legs in on the action. This morning she spent about an hour on the living room floor scooting/crawling after the petrified cat (who finally just got comfortable with the idea that the baby, if kept at a distance, did not pose a significant threat)…. She loves it. Her real aim, however, is to get walking. She already takes steps and can traverse the length of a room (with one of us holding her hands) in about 10 seconds if she’s really motivated (again, usually by the sight of the oh-so-tempting cat’s tail) and she loves pulling herself up on things. I am almost positive that by this time next month, she’ll be balancing.
It’s overwhelming to try to explain all of the milestones she’s reached over the past month or so, and regrettably, I don’t think I’m going to try. Time just flies….
We have a whopping 20-some days left in Cowtown before we’re off to Indiana. Hub is looking forward to Purdue and I can’t wait to move in to our new place. We went a couple of weeks ago to check it out again and couldn’t believe how peaceful it is. Still, I’m having some last-moment thoughts about things I’m going to miss in here Columbus, not the least of which are the friends I will be sad to leave. The good thing is, our place in Indiana is like a wooded retreat and having people come stay with us will be fun for all. It seriously looks like you’re driving into a campground when you turn down our (gravel, no less) road.
So, here’s to The Bee’s 8-month birthday that just passed and here’s also to the sincere promise to update more often. It’s important.