Hi there. We've been quite absent, obviously. Life is good. Life seems busy and quiet all at the same time. Absence from blogging stems largely from our broken keyboard at home. I swear I'll get better-and I do know I've promised that before. But really I will. This is important to me and I should love doing it as much as I love reading other mama blogs.
Speaking of, another obvious fact is that this has completely become a blog about Mila, and so I'm ansty to change the name and the look of it all. So that's something to look forward to.
Today is Wednesday 10/24/12. Mila is 8.5 months old. Record scratch! What! 8.5?? How is it that I am both so aware of this fact, and also so in disbelief? When will I ever get a grip on time? I know, I won't. We wake up and her hair is longer. We wake up and she's making a new sound. Or bigger things: we wake up and she's got two bottom teeth. She can 'army crawl.' She can pull herself up to her feet. When she gets upset she arches backward. When we leave her sight she cries. When you wave to her she waves back. She eats crazy things like kale mixed with berries, and plain Greek yogurt. Plain. Her poop stinks a lot. She chewed on my cheek the other day-and then spit up on it. Followed it with laughter. We face her forward in her stroller. She can go from belly to sitting to belly in a f-l-a-s-h. She rips her bibs off. I make her a bowl of cereal and each time say to myself 'whoa, why did I make so much, she'll never eat it all' and then what do you know, she does. She grabs my cheeks and 'kisses' my chin. She sits atop a pile of clothes in our hamper while I carry it to the garage to do laundry. She squeals in excitement when we play peek-a-boo. She cuddles. She smiles with a scrunched up nose 5 million times a day.
So how could the days ever feel quiet with a being like Mila? With an 8.5 month old baby? How am I so surprised that she's no longer just two weeks old? How is it so easy to forget what it felt like to be pregnant? To check into the hospital for our induction and have absolutely no idea what to except nor hardly even believe that I'd give birth? How do I miss her so much when it's only been 2 hours, or 2 minutes, or 30 seconds?
What an amazingly wonderful thing it is to be a mom.
More posts to follow ;)