Ada woke up last night at 2:30 AM. She lay in her crib oscillating between whinging and dozing. Meanwhile, a 2.5 hour pattern of me dragging myself out of bed, recovering her, "shhhh-ing" and rubbing her back was set into motion. Tim made her a bottle of milk just before 5:00, which she took enthusiastically just before vomiting it all back up all over my left ear, shoulder and in my hair. I yelled out an expletive and jumped up. Ada, terrified, started wailing. I ran to the shower, turned it on, and got in. Then it occurred to me that I should remove that wet nightgown covered in milk curdles. Ada joined me in the shower. 10 minutes later she and I lay on the stripped bed and she slept in my arms with her head on my chest. We remained there for the next 3 hours.
Add to it that Tim now has the cold that Ada and I have. Two of the four cats did something they shouldn't have. I am tired as hell of having a strained back and drippy nose and empty uterus. Typical of this time of year, another major financial surprise. I think that at one point I shouted, "What did I do to deserve a morning like this? Our family unit is falling apart!" That might have been a bit dramatic and overblown but it really was starting to feel like that. I am so throw off. I haven't found my inner bad-ass yet. I think she's taking a nap.
I want a do-over. I want to do yesterday again. Because it was a good day.
|"UP!" How can I say no? I mean, look at her. This, by the way, is why my lower back is just totally trashed.|
|Ada was treated to a little pair of sunglasses from Target. She wore them practically all the day long.|
|Love Golden Gate Park especially at this time of the year.|
|Love this baby more at any time of the year.|
|I love how she looks like she is having a very grown-up contemplative moment.|
My little runner in the park. She loves to run - squealing and arms flailing the whole way.
Our old blender broke. This little beauty is the replacement. When, I wonder, did I start to get so stinking excited about small appliances?