Five Months

Dear Baby Ike,

Yesterday you turned five months old.  This week also brought your first case of the sniffles, which probably concerned your parents more than it did you.  A few snotty sneezes, a crusty nose here and there, and some serious booger action, but thankfully no fever or anything else.  You’ve maintained your fairly even keel through the whole thing. I’m sure you’ll make up for it in your coming months and years, but so far you have really taken it easy on us.  I have either blocked most of it out (possible, but doubtful), or I could count on perhaps one and a half hands how many times you’ve fussed for no eventually apparent reason or cried for any longer than seems reasonable.  Very cool of you, kiddo.  Please don’t think that it goes unnoticed or unappreciated that you are such a happy baby.

You continue to do cute baby things, which though expected and perfectly normal, somehow astound me nevertheless.  Such as, finding your feet.  AMAZING.  Ridiculous, right?   But I’m pretty sure that is exactly how it’s supposed to be, for us and for you.  You’re not rolling over on your own with any regularity yet, maybe once or twice mostly accidentally, but you love to be rolled from side to side, and there is perhaps nothing better than standing on one of our laps and bouncing and jumping.  Your squeals of delight are the best sound I could ever hope to have fill our home.  (I’m leaning on Grandma to look for a Jolly Jumper or the like on sale – pretty sure that’d be the best Christmas present evah in your book right now.)  You’re babbling more and more with us every day, or as Grandma puts it, singing us all songs.

If you don’t end up being a dog person, I’ll be mystified.  You’re fascinated by Dexter, as well as Maggie, Grandma and Grandma’s doggie.  She’s become your little weekday buddy, barking to welcome you every morning and giving you something cute and furry to keep your eye on all the time.  Thanksgiving will be great for you, as Aunt Susie and Uncle Chris will be bringing their crazy puppy, Piccadilly, as well as Uncle Mikey and Aunt Steph’s dog, Maynard.  DOG PARTY! Hopefully we’ll manage to get some video of you taking all that commotion in, because I’m willing to bet their antics will crack you up.

We’re getting ever closer to your half-year mark, which will open up the door to the great big world of food for you.  I am equally excited and apprehensive, but I expect you’ll pace yourself and make some adorably disgusting messes that will quickly ease my angst.  Daddy is super excited, as he’s all about cooking up some delicious things whenever he has the chance, and I know he can’t wait to share that enjoyment with you.  I don’t know yet if I’ll get talked into giving you a dab of mashed potatoes or anything else at Thanksgiving, but by Christmas you’ll probably have three or four things on your little mini-menu.  It’s going to be so much fun!

It goes without saying, but it seems silly not to say it anyway – we love you so much.

Love,

Mama

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Now that we can all breathe again….

Managed to not lose the sticker included with my absentee ballot. WINNING.

I used to write a fair amount about politics, back in the day.  Then, for a long time, I really did not care much.  I was way too preoccupied with anxiety and depression over not knowing whether we’d ever get to bring home a baby, and trying not to acknowledge even to myself that I WANTED to bring home a baby someday.  So it waxes and wanes, my political fervor, I suppose.  But I wanted to quickly touch on one aspect that ties into this blog – the title.  My blogger blog went through several different names, but nothing ever really seemed to click and feel just right.  So for a long while, it was titled simply ‘Undecided,’ and it stayed that way for what felt like an eternity, as I sunk deeper and deeper into apathy, not really caring about much other than making it back to my couch at the end of the day to stare at the TV and try to not think about the subject that was all I could ever really think about.  Then came the 2008 election season, and along with it, Ms. Sarah Palin.  I am about as liberal/libertarian as they come, I think, but I must circle back around and offer sincere gratitude to John McCain for choosing her as his running mate, because it PISSED ME OFF how pandering and condescending and frankly just ignorant the whole thing was.  It made me realize, OH!  I CAN HAZ FEELINGS!  ABOUT STUFF! IN THE WORLD!  And I began to care again, to be less stuck in my head, in the never-ending internal dialogue that I rarely dared to even voice aloud.  Granted, this was all after my very first miscarriage, and I had varying reactions after each subsequent one, but during that campaign I decided that ‘Undecided’ was the very last thing that my blog should be named.  Still lacking any creativity or willingness to commit to tying any one specific word or phrase to my own life’s chronicles (what can I say, I hate to be defined.  Too constricting.), I simply changed it to ‘Not Undecided.’  It stayed that way long enough that I eventually started seeing the phrase turn up in my keywords/search terms, so I figured it had better stay that way, so that anyone looking for it without a bookmark could find it again. And so here we are.

(I never did change the url to reflect the title, though.  I have often thought that it should be ‘hard to MAKE a human,’ rather than ‘hard to be human,’ but again, I kind of like the built-in history reflection, even if I’m the only one who can recognize it.)

So, while I am not Obama’s biggest fan (looooooong way to go on civil liberties, civil rights, drug policy, the whole not killing innocent people thing, etc., etc.), I am deeply, deeply relieved to not be entering a Mittens presidency, for I firmly believe that it would be a far scarier thing than what we have now, which I will continue to critique (though not always here, I’m sure).  Shudder.  I think that’s all I need to say about that.

(Except also, YAY for the huge advances made in the Senate and House races, as well as ballot initiatives for marriage equality and legalization.  YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!)

Catching Up

I ended up hearing from the pediatrician’s office on Friday after all. Diagnosis:  benign large head of infancy.  Chuckleworthy phrase, I say. I’m sure the bill won’t be so hilarious, but whatever.  I made Mike promise to come to his six-month checkup, because I do NOT want to have to do an MRI if his head circumference still measures too big for the medical establishment’s comfort.  Just, no.  I’m sure whatever they’d give him to knock him out would not be helpful to his liver’s irritation, which seems legit enough a reason to refuse.  Hopefully it won’t come to that, but we shall see come December, I suppose.

Trick or Treat in our neighborhood got postponed until Saturday due to the nasty weather Sandy brought.  We didn’t take Ike out or anything, but did take the opportunity to let him wear his two costumes.  (Note: I had to slice the panda hood up the back in order to get it over his giant noggin!  These are six-to-twelve month sizes!)

Tigger!

Panda!

Gorilla?

Let’s see…what else?  All in all it was a pretty great weekend.  I ate entirely too much cheap, crappy, Halloween candy.  I am certainly relieved to not be heading into the holidays trying to be dairy and soy free, but I must anticipate that I could very well end up looking like I’m pregnant again by the time the new year rolls around.  Things are delicious!  What is one to do?

(The answer is definitely not ‘Diet.’  Just FYI.)