I'm just going to bullet point some interesting facts about life as of late. Because I'm still apparently trying to shake my life up and down to see if therein lies some sort of purpose, direction or answers. Confidence? Knowledge? Organic, Non-Toxic, Hippie Mom Power?
(Please, my kid wears disposables and my recycling habits... are less frequent than my blogging habits. Do the math.)
She's two months old today. My girl with the eyes like her dad, nose like her mom, and hair like a tiger. The super platinum blonde bits are coming in but the lightening ginger chunks remain for the time being... creating this wonderfully adorable stripe effect... a la tiger. Or calico kitten. Something. Anyway.
Piper knows about fists. She can make them AND she can salivate all over them with pure satisfaction and delight illuminating her.
Part two on Piper's fists: she, just today, learned to punch things. Particularly a green frog named Freddy by Auntie Bestie Cait.
Piper has been smiling pretty much since she entered this world... but it always felt a little robotic. Like she was mastering the art before understanding the sentiment. For the last two or three weeks her eyes light up in the morning when we release her from her swaddle (during which time we are appropriately singing "Release Me") and she gives a few joyful gum displays... But just in the last few days she has decided that the world deserves to see her smile all day long. So when she is awake, oh my. Prepare to scoop up your heart with a ladle. Because it will melt like a popsicle in Dubai. Make that ANYTHING in Dubai.
These pictures, again, by the great and talented Katrina Massey were taken around a week ago. She has already changed so much! I really need to get the hang of blogging in a more timely fashion; I honestly tried to keep the number down... but there are many more that I didn't include just in the interest of not being obnoxious posting over 50 images. Leave em wanting more and all that...
More later on strollers and random people at Wal Mart judging me. The strollers weren't judging. Just the randoms.
Back when we were but 12 days old, mama felt suddenly ill and had to go to a walk in clinic. This moment is a sad face moment because bringing a brand spanking new baby into the public is moderately terrifying, I think, for all mothers. I took my Pipes with me into a room full of people with suspicious coughs and fevers and itches. It was awful, gut-wrenching and I most definitely did cry. In the end (after like 3 hours of waiting) I was fine. Turns out you're not supposed to haul your baby on foot more than 1km less than two weeks after they vacate your body. Its not like they just GIVE you that vital info right after you push the little sucker out. Hmph. Something about common sense. Whatever. So the previous residence of my adorable little tenant was complaining about excess abuse. Oops. Mama was getting stir crazy. Sorry.
After wiping up my snot, finishing my Starbucks and checking for the 25 000th time that my precious babe was breathing, Katrina and I went back to my house and took pictures. Because I was going to be fine and Piper was back in our own family germs instead of ugly, public, west-nile-virus-ey germs.
Finally, a whole month later, my dear people who read this small corner of world wide web, this is us. Piper and I. We spend the day at home with mostly greasy hair, wearing clothes that are a lot more comfortable than they are attractive. No makeup, because we ran out months ago and baby things are more important than face gunk. This is what moms look like. Sometimes we dress up and go out and pretend that we totally wear real clothes all day long and actually do our hair. When really its a top knot to avoid hair pulling and some coconut oil to soothe the mysterious face rash. I know. So not glamorous. But she is beautiful, no? Worth every penny and every patch of skin as dry as Nevada. Not Nivea. Nevada. The desert one.
Thanks Katrina Massey for the photos.
And for sitting and waiting with me for hours in Starbucks. <3 p="">3>
Now she's seen every single day of the week. More than once. Piper knows about Mondays. She knows about the weekend. She loves to sleep good on the weekend because she loves chillin with her pops.
Piper loves baths. Piper does not love bubbles in her face.
Piper loves long walks.
Piper loves to eat. Piper will eat anywhere. Just today she was eating while I walked down to the parking garage to let someone in. She eats at Starbucks. Any coffee shop really... Piper is not brand loyal. Nothing will stop my little piglet from getting whats hers.
This month she has gained more than two pounds, she can hold her head up for a frightfully long while. And she snores. Like a trucker.
She's snoring while I write this brief post to let the interwebs know that I am capable of doing something productive while having a child. So there. Take that. Now to quickly publish before she wakes up. Because Piper doesn't stand for late meals. Won't be having one bit of that nonesense.