Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Today I attempted the 7 mile perimeter run. (I got N into daycare three days this week, hooray!) I say attempted because at around the 4 mile mark I suddenly felt like I was having a heart attack, I could feel the blood pounding in my throat and had to keep coughing to slow it down. I never do this, but today I actually had to start walking. I was on the hayfield side of the flight line and decided I didn't want to die alone in the middle of nowhere. I know we all die alone but this was a bit too lonely, even for my somewhat melodramatic tastes. Not to mention the fact that I don't want to die on foreign soil, or die period for that matter. So I will try again tomorrow. Perhaps I was dehydrated, perhaps there was too much adrenalin from this morning's craziness. Who knows.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Today you are 7 months old. It has been quite the month for major milestones. Well, one big one at least. After weeks (or was it just days?) of finding you in the morning or middle of the night, rocking back and forth on your hands and knees, you are officially crawling. And crawling well I might add. You seem to be particularly motivated by edges of our imposed borders. The edge of the blanket, the edge of the futon mattress, the edge of the alphabet playmat. Have you already been lured by the appeal of the forbidden fruit? The fruit in this case being the rock hard and slippery floor or the DVD player?
I included the following picture because it gives a small glimpse into what our day consists. Multi-tasking. Here we are trying to get out the door to a party, I'm getting you ready while trying to take a family picture while trying to gather our stuff while Dad is getting his shoes tied with one gimped arm. I'm exhausted just writing about it.
Another milestone is the whole solid foods thing. You are now eating rice cereal, squash, sweet potatoes, peas, carrots, green beans and pears. I'm sure this kind of detail will be of no interest to you when you first read it but when you have a child of your own maybe you'll understand why I include them. I like to go back and read the baby book my mom prepared for me, I find it interesting to compare you and I. Here is my conclusion so far, we were very different babies (as I imagine we will be adults). I was huge, you are not. I took naps, you do not. But I digress. Feeding you is no longer the huge mess it was to begin with as we trained you not to grab at the spoon. I know, I know, you need to learn how to feed yourself. Well that day will come, maybe once you understand that the handle is a much better place to hold, the part with the food? Not so much. The funniest thing about your eating is that as soon as you have finished a bite, you open up your mouth wide for me, often before I have even set it back down into the bowl. Even a daycare worker commented on the hilarity of it.
Ah yes, daycare. Before I 'splain myself I need to embarass you for a moment. The other day you were caught with a boy 8 months your senior, holding hands (I'm pretty sure you had him in a death grip) while on a walk in the buggy. Turns out this boy is the son of one of daddy's bosses. It was so cute one of the women took a picture but then had to end the triste because E. started to put your hand in his mouth. But anyway, daycare, why, how, when? Oh yeah. I'm afraid that because your already short and erratic naps have become even more so, I think you will be going a tad more often. Just for 2 hours a day, or a few days a week, but it's so I can get the exercise I need to be a good mom. Yes, I feel guilty, especially because I think it is because of these trips that you seem to have a perpetually runny nose. But then I remind myself that you seem to really thrive on being around other kids, especially older kids, and I need that time to avoid a psychotic break, especially now that your dad can't hold you for the forseeable future. If only there were a third parent just there to hold you, my life would be two hundred and seventeen percent easier.
You favourite sounds this month, besides the ever-evolving shrieking, screaming, and laughing, are "eumba," and "eumum." Again though, you decided to tuck these nuggets away recently. I can't wait until the next installment of Naddington Talks. It's a real nail-biter!
In the toy department, you have learned to throw them. You routinely throw your key ring off the side of the jumperoo and squeal with delight when I come to pick it up. You love those keys your aunt S. sent you. They're probably about 15 years old and have been abused by many cousins before you. I'm shocked that the hard plastic doesn't hurt your toothless, yes toothless, gums as you chomp down. You crazy girl. Tried and true toys like your turtle Chauncy and Bunny Foo-Foo are always victim to your slobber but whenever I bust out a new animal you are very hesitant to befriend it. Almost afraid, like in the case of Roger, your beagle. When they come in to give you a kiss you startle, pause, and then shriek. Today I found my old frog and a knit ball. You watched that ball so intently as the bear and frog played soccer. You were all like, "what . is. going. on. this is freaky, but strangely entertaining." And the bear and the frog were all like, "Nadia! Come play with us! Kick the ball, grrr, ribbit, etc..."
So as you can read, you are very cute and funny. But before I go we need to have a chat. Nadia, you need to like the running stroller. This would save us money in childcare and you in runny noses. I absolutely need you to start liking it. Okay? This is non-negotiable. Other people might suggest I just let you fuss/cry for a while so I can finish my run but so far I haven't had the heart.
Next point of contention. Please stay asleep after I put you down. I know, I know, "but mom, I go to bed earlier than some babies, that's the trade-off! I get up early and occasionally wake up for an hour just as you're going to bed but least I give you a couple of hours break!" Yes but Nadia, other babies give their parents breaks during the day, these breaks are called naps, so their parents aren't so desperate to put them to bed. I'll give you the naps if you give me the evening time. Deal?
But even after the long and frustrating days when I haven't slept or exercised enough and you have been too bored, I still miss you after you go to bed and recap your hilarity with your Dad. You're my favourite topic of conversation and I don't care how many people think that's lame.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
(Family shot, the towel around my neck for the bimba in case the rain returned.)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Today was the annual 9/11 formation run. Formation meaning the group of 30 or so chief- selects ran in formation at the front with the CPO trainers behind them. (J's group.) No one was allowed to pass them. It wasn't a race, just a 5 km (3 miles) memorial run. There were other commands behind them running in ranks and I wasn't sure if they were to be passed so I started at the very back. We had gotten miss N up at 5 this morning to ensure she had cereal and adequate milk before strapping her into the stroller but I knew she would be tired by 7:10 and was worried she would go into rejection mode. She didn't, and we had a blast. It probably helped that it was still quite cool outside, the sun hadn't yet made it's deathly presence known. (We are experiencing an unusually hot September, temperatures still pushing 40 celcius.)
The pace started off surprisingly quick considering the cadence singing and methodical marching but shortly into the run I felt the need to start working my way up. With every group I passed, I would hear comments, "I'm embarassed...a baby just passed me,""That's awesome," "Got any room in there?" "We're being beaten by an infant!" It was great. I laughed every time. By the end I was right behind J's group and wanted so badly to pass them too but held back.
And I clocked in what I believe to be my personal best, despite thinking I would be slowed down by the stroller. I didn't have the exact seconds on my cell phone clock, but it was somewhere between 24 and 25 minutes. Yesterday I thought I had done a fast 3 miles on the treadmill at 27:28 so maybe the stroller actually helped me go faster, giving me something to prove. Or maybe trying to pass people egged me on. I don't know. I do know it was quite a different experience from last year when I was 14 weeks pregnant and felt like I was running through cement. Today I didn't feel even close to maxing out. Life is great!
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
I wouldn't say she wants to marry the cereal, but if she's at all hungry, she will down quite a bit of it. That's my good little eater.
This time next year she will be eating cereal and many other foods in Norfolk, Virginia. Yup, J got orders to leave some time around February. I'm not thrilled that he's going to sea again but I'll be happy to be back on the continent, close to friends and family. Closeness is relative.