tres meses de edad

perspective, we know, is everything

Some days a person has more friends than they know what to do with. Too many people vying for precious time and energy. Then there are days you feel utterly alone, even though all those people never went anywhere.

But ain't it the same with time? Some evenings an hour with the baby feels like an eternity. At the same time I now know why we've grown up hearing our parents say, "They grow up so fast," our whole lives. We do! And our own kid is growing so quickly I feel like I'm watching her through a time-lapse video.

Last night Mike brought home a half dozen carton of eggs from the grocery. For some reason I saw those eggs as a representation of my life with Mike. One fragile egg became 10 potential years of life together. Then he made himself a one egg omelet for a midnight snack and as fast as an egg can crack, there went a whole decade of our life. Five out six eggs is not a lot of eggs. I've eaten that many in a day before.

That Mike and I may have 50 years left together is sometimes a joyful thought. But yesterday, it seemed too short. So we ended the night with me sniffling about how short life is and how I don't ever want mine to end. I swear. How old people aren't walking around in a panic and screaming, "But I don't want to die!" is beyond me, because that's exactly how I'll be when I hit 70.

picky, picky

E is growing more and more particular every day. Yesterday the blue bear was the funniest thing she’d ever laid eyes on. Today there was nothing I could do to interest her in it.

These are some pictures from last night. I put her in my first ever knitted sweater – a lovely grass green with little pompons on the cuffs that I made during my last trimester. It used to be that I wouldn’t go anywhere without a book on me. Now Steinbeck has been replaced with size 6 needles and worsted wool. Anyway, the thing is quite lumpy, but I am proud to have made something for her to wear. She went along with my picture taking frenzy for a while.














Then she had enough. Picky, picky!

post natal rolls

...and I mean bread rolls. Since the baby’s been born, Mike and I have been eating like we're storing up for Y2K or something. Breakfasts this week have consisted of bacon, eggs and potatoes fried in bacon grease, and white rolls. Oh my! But I can't help it - Mike's the one who cooks breakfast around here. Either way, never have I loved white bread and bacon so much until I started breastfeeding. Must be what the baby’s craving, right?

Last night I watched E try to turn on her side for the first time. I felt like I was watching a bug on the sidewalk struggle on its back, and walking away. But then a few hours later I was changing her and left to wash my hands. When I got back she was on. her. side. Scary. Guess we won't be leaving her near surface edges anymore…

A few more days and we’ll have had the baby for three months, though she has been out of o-3 month old clothing for weeks now. Before you say it’s all the bacon’s she’s been eating, please note the girl is quite tall for her age. Here’s a picture of her in her first pair of jeans made circa late 1970s – actually some hand-me-downs from her Uncle Joe. I like the star on the back pocket.

no time to blog

I really truly thought I'd be more diligent with this blog. My apologies for taking so long for a second entry - but the girl takes up quite a bit of my time.

I also meant to go to an Ash Wednesday service last week but didn’t have time for that either. There is an American Orthodox church a block from our house that I’ve been curious about. I may have to crash one of their Lenten services in the next couple weeks and check ‘em out. By the way, Mike and I are still bitter about getting denied an Orthodox wedding, JUST BECAUSE WE ARE UNORTHODOX! I mean, come on.

Mike’s heading down to Wintergrass, the yearly bluegrass festival down in Tacoma, to teach a dobro workshop. I’m not going this year, but what’s more surprising, I don’t really care. Having to tote a baby around and breastfeed in public makes you reevaluate how important things are to you, like spending the day at the Tacoma Sheraton Hotel with a bunch of smelly hippies and cowboys. (THAT was for my brother, who can’t decide if I’m a hippy or a hick.) I’m hoping to get the house in shape and possibly go on a run. Oh yes, I’ve started running again. I’m up to 19 minutes, about half of what I used to go out for, but am confident I’ll get back into shape soon. There’s nothing like running in public that makes you kick yourself in the butt a little harder than you like.

For some Emmy news - she's finally laughing. It is hilarious and warms the cockles of our hearts so.

another blogger born

So my friend Catherine (eurecatherine.blogspot.com) inspired me to start this thing. Here I'll post Emmy pictures and keep you up on the happenings of Familia Komexiana. This is Emmy doing some tummy time earlier today and wearing an outfit sent from my eemoh in Utah. My "eemoh" (aunt) is her "halmonie" (grandmother). Sort of. She's Emmy's eemonie I guess.

Mike gave his class a test and went swimming today. I wrote all morning and had a cup of coffee. Baby slept a lot. It's been a good day.