This past week has been such a whirlwind I barely know where to start. When I finally had some free time last night, and between massive amounts of laundy, I was planning on writing some big entry about everything, but instead, I decided to watch about 5 episodes of Grey’s Anatomy with my drunk, still-reeling-from-the-Chiefs playoff loss husband. As a result, no entry.
Thursday was Lucy’s first day at daycare. We are trying to get her used to being in the care of others, as I’m planning on going back to work in a few short months. She, of course, did fine. I, on the other hand, was a total mess. I had a very full day doing freelance work and attending meetings, but I just ached for my baby. I’ve left her before, but this was the first time I left her with someone who wasn’t Trent or a family member for such a long period of time. It just feels like she’s growing up so fast.
Today I took her for the first time to the nursery at church so I could actually listen to the pastor, instead of spending the entire service shifting toys around and glancing apologetically to those sitting around me. When I went to go get her afterwards, the teenage girl who was checking babies out of the nursery was holding my little baby girl. She was slumped over her arm, fast asleep. When I took her, she nestled right on my shoulder and didn’t even blink. She stayed asleep the entire time I was saying goodbye to friends and family and didn’t wake until I finished feeding her. When she woke up, she looked at me like, wait, when did you show up! Then she smiled so big. I hope she always does that when I get her from daycare.
Lucinda Sloan Peters! You must stop growing, immediately! You are becoming quite too large to carry around and the fact that I can no longer leave a room without you is seriously hampering my ability to make a good martini. This month you have become my lovely, little appendage. Even though before this month you were less mobile and less independent, you were also not as attached to me. If I left the room, then, hey, no biggie. You’d just drool and coo at whoever else was around, including the dog. Now, when I leave, you squeal and writhe as if I had just cut off each of your little toes one by one.
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Other than your incessant need to have me on your visual radar, this was a month of independence. And oh boy, it came in waves. First, you started eating solids foods and pooping solid (and very smelly) poops, then came the scooting and the backwards crawling. Tomorrow you’re probably going to tell me not to wait up as you’re headed out to the movies with some skanky boy named Leon and you’re planning on staying out late.
You officially have said “da da,” and by officially, I mean you’ve looked at your dad and said it. I love watching the two of you together. When we left town for a few days over the holiday without your dad, you got pretty sick with your first cold. The minute we stepped back in the house and you saw your daddy standing there I thought you were going to leap across the room. Your whole body jumped forward toward him and I seriously thought I was going to drop you.
Speaking of the uber-sickness we both encountered this month, there was one positive thing that came out of it. Cuddling. You’ve never been much of a cuddler, but since you refused to sleep when you were sick, we ended up spending many nights curled up together in bed. And even though I was sure the lack of sleep was going to kill me, I really did like the cuddling. Now, in the mornings, I bring you straight to bed with me once you get up. I feed you there and then you hang out for a while, playing with a few toys we keep next to the bed or slapping your dad in the head. I cherish these moments with my gorgeous family. This was one of the best gifts this Christmas.
Welcome to a new year, Lucy. I know that 2007 will be a better one just because you are in it.
“I can’t believe you are that close to being an actual lawyer. I mean, a lawyer, that’s like, a real grown-up job! I don’t really know anyone with that grown up of a job. Well, I guess a mother is a pretty grown-up job too, but technically, a 15-year-old can be a mother. The only qualification is a functioning uterus.”
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Daycare
/0 Comments/in Lucy /by MeganThis past week has been such a whirlwind I barely know where to start. When I finally had some free time last night, and between massive amounts of laundy, I was planning on writing some big entry about everything, but instead, I decided to watch about 5 episodes of Grey’s Anatomy with my drunk, still-reeling-from-the-Chiefs playoff loss husband. As a result, no entry.
Thursday was Lucy’s first day at daycare. We are trying to get her used to being in the care of others, as I’m planning on going back to work in a few short months. She, of course, did fine. I, on the other hand, was a total mess. I had a very full day doing freelance work and attending meetings, but I just ached for my baby. I’ve left her before, but this was the first time I left her with someone who wasn’t Trent or a family member for such a long period of time. It just feels like she’s growing up so fast.
Today I took her for the first time to the nursery at church so I could actually listen to the pastor, instead of spending the entire service shifting toys around and glancing apologetically to those sitting around me. When I went to go get her afterwards, the teenage girl who was checking babies out of the nursery was holding my little baby girl. She was slumped over her arm, fast asleep. When I took her, she nestled right on my shoulder and didn’t even blink. She stayed asleep the entire time I was saying goodbye to friends and family and didn’t wake until I finished feeding her. When she woke up, she looked at me like, wait, when did you show up! Then she smiled so big. I hope she always does that when I get her from daycare.
7 Months
/4 Comments/in Lucy, Photos /by MeganLucinda Sloan Peters! You must stop growing, immediately! You are becoming quite too large to carry around and the fact that I can no longer leave a room without you is seriously hampering my ability to make a good martini. This month you have become my lovely, little appendage. Even though before this month you were less mobile and less independent, you were also not as attached to me. If I left the room, then, hey, no biggie. You’d just drool and coo at whoever else was around, including the dog. Now, when I leave, you squeal and writhe as if I had just cut off each of your little toes one by one.
<
Other than your incessant need to have me on your visual radar, this was a month of independence. And oh boy, it came in waves. First, you started eating solids foods and pooping solid (and very smelly) poops, then came the scooting and the backwards crawling. Tomorrow you’re probably going to tell me not to wait up as you’re headed out to the movies with some skanky boy named Leon and you’re planning on staying out late.
You officially have said “da da,” and by officially, I mean you’ve looked at your dad and said it. I love watching the two of you together. When we left town for a few days over the holiday without your dad, you got pretty sick with your first cold. The minute we stepped back in the house and you saw your daddy standing there I thought you were going to leap across the room. Your whole body jumped forward toward him and I seriously thought I was going to drop you.
Speaking of the uber-sickness we both encountered this month, there was one positive thing that came out of it. Cuddling. You’ve never been much of a cuddler, but since you refused to sleep when you were sick, we ended up spending many nights curled up together in bed. And even though I was sure the lack of sleep was going to kill me, I really did like the cuddling. Now, in the mornings, I bring you straight to bed with me once you get up. I feed you there and then you hang out for a while, playing with a few toys we keep next to the bed or slapping your dad in the head. I cherish these moments with my gorgeous family. This was one of the best gifts this Christmas.
Welcome to a new year, Lucy. I know that 2007 will be a better one just because you are in it.
Love,
Mama
My Quote of the Day
/1 Comment/in Blond /by Megan“I can’t believe you are that close to being an actual lawyer. I mean, a lawyer, that’s like, a real grown-up job! I don’t really know anyone with that grown up of a job. Well, I guess a mother is a pretty grown-up job too, but technically, a 15-year-old can be a mother. The only qualification is a functioning uterus.”