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Need to get more mama friends.
Tomorrow, I can scarcely believe it, is James's second birthday. My baby is such a little boy now, I can hardly believe it. Love him more every day. Even days where he's making me tear my hair out, I love him more than I've ever loved anything in my life. He talks more and more every day. He sings with me now, knows at least parts of almost all the songs I sing to him. He loves to sing the ABCs and Twinkle Twinkle. He jumps or runs everywhere he goes, but he still will sit quietly for long stretches of time to do puzzles or draw. He observes everything. He has a temper and is going through a big "MINE" phase. He likes to say he's a "scary scary dinosaur" and then roar. He loves the book Runaway Bunny, and several Dr. Seuss, and will sit going through his books one by one "reading self". He loves Fraggle Rock. He hates having his hair washed and/or brushes, his reaction ranging from plaintive whining to full out, red-faced, guttural screams. He eats so much more than he used to, but is still very selective. If he hits something by accident (or on purpose, for that matter), he almost always will apologize and give a kiss to make it better. He greets all animals with an enthusiastic "HI ." "HI KITTY" or "HI DOGGY" or "HI BIRDY". He flirts indiscriminately with most girls he meets, encounters, or sees from across a crowded restaurant.
We're having a party for him on Saturday. I am currently bemoaning my lack of mommy friends. Tamsyn may come and bring Crispin, and it seems Heather is coming with Cypress, but other than that... thus I am considering caving and joining the Benicia Mom's Group. It seemed nonsense and cliquish, to have to pay an annual fee to make friends and have playdates, but apparently I am not succeeding at it on my own. Ah well.
Baby 2 is fourteen weeks now. Am having a hard time connecting with my midwife - two appointments now failed. Doesn't really matter though. The only reason I'm eager for it (aside from just looking forward to seeing Fawn again) is that despite the fact that we had two positive pregnancy tests, I haven't had my period in three months, I've had myriad pregnancy symptoms, I'm developing a pot belly, and I'm 90% sure I've felt the baby move a few times, I'm still a little paranoid worried that I'm going to go to the appointment and she's going to tell me I'm insane and that I was never pregnant, and it's all in my head. ABSURD. By this point I had already had at least a couple of ultrasounds with James. I'm glad to be doing it differently, this feels better to me, this feels right, but I still find myself anxious without the reassurance of an actual picture of baby.
Ummmm, that's all.
G
Tomorrow, I can scarcely believe it, is James's second birthday. My baby is such a little boy now, I can hardly believe it. Love him more every day. Even days where he's making me tear my hair out, I love him more than I've ever loved anything in my life. He talks more and more every day. He sings with me now, knows at least parts of almost all the songs I sing to him. He loves to sing the ABCs and Twinkle Twinkle. He jumps or runs everywhere he goes, but he still will sit quietly for long stretches of time to do puzzles or draw. He observes everything. He has a temper and is going through a big "MINE" phase. He likes to say he's a "scary scary dinosaur" and then roar. He loves the book Runaway Bunny, and several Dr. Seuss, and will sit going through his books one by one "reading self". He loves Fraggle Rock. He hates having his hair washed and/or brushes, his reaction ranging from plaintive whining to full out, red-faced, guttural screams. He eats so much more than he used to, but is still very selective. If he hits something by accident (or on purpose, for that matter), he almost always will apologize and give a kiss to make it better. He greets all animals with an enthusiastic "HI ." "HI KITTY" or "HI DOGGY" or "HI BIRDY". He flirts indiscriminately with most girls he meets, encounters, or sees from across a crowded restaurant.
We're having a party for him on Saturday. I am currently bemoaning my lack of mommy friends. Tamsyn may come and bring Crispin, and it seems Heather is coming with Cypress, but other than that... thus I am considering caving and joining the Benicia Mom's Group. It seemed nonsense and cliquish, to have to pay an annual fee to make friends and have playdates, but apparently I am not succeeding at it on my own. Ah well.
Baby 2 is fourteen weeks now. Am having a hard time connecting with my midwife - two appointments now failed. Doesn't really matter though. The only reason I'm eager for it (aside from just looking forward to seeing Fawn again) is that despite the fact that we had two positive pregnancy tests, I haven't had my period in three months, I've had myriad pregnancy symptoms, I'm developing a pot belly, and I'm 90% sure I've felt the baby move a few times, I'm still a little paranoid worried that I'm going to go to the appointment and she's going to tell me I'm insane and that I was never pregnant, and it's all in my head. ABSURD. By this point I had already had at least a couple of ultrasounds with James. I'm glad to be doing it differently, this feels better to me, this feels right, but I still find myself anxious without the reassurance of an actual picture of baby.
Ummmm, that's all.
G