I have my own (minor) issues around food, and I watch myself with some (minor) dread and fascination as, in the early morning breakfast hours, I find myself clenching my jaw and wanting to insist, dammit, that Piper have Just One Bite of the cheesy-eggs I spent 5 whole minutes making for her. Piper, meanwhile, [...]
Here’s what I’ve learned in the last 11 months: Having a kid did not magically change me in one instant. This notion that parenthood flips a switch inside one’s head is bunk, as near as I can tell. We came home from the hospital and I was surprised by how little had changed. Dirty dishes: [...]
After a lot of agita over Piper’s seeming indifference to ever moving from the spots where we place her, she’s finally decided that there are a few things worth scooting for. Namely, a closed bottle of leftover seltzer. Who are we to judge? Admittedly, her movement technique has a bit of the “harbor-seal-galumphing-on-dry-land” about it, [...]
… before I left for work this morning, Piper rolled from her belly to her back six, count’em, six times, easily surpassing her previous lifetime limit (four) in one day. This bodes very well for her sense of humor, I suspect.
For several months, now, we’ve been waiting for Piper to start moving around more. In her early months, we would joke about how she was still in “houseplant mode,” i.e. she’d stay wherever you put here. (It was, however, a version of “houseplant mode” for houseplants who occasionally yell a lot and require blueberries.) For [...]