Hello Parenting Peeps!
I'm the new girl around here and I've put a lot of thought into how I want to introduce myself. I woke up this morning thinking, "Gah! Must write! Must be brilliant and eloquent! Must convey gorgeousness and fabulosity via blog post!" If I hadn’t had a seven-month-old taskmaster hollering at me from his crib I would have rushed right to the computer and hammered it out. But the hollering was distracting, as well as the half-asleep conversation with my husband that went something like this:
PHILLIP: Did you get up last night?
MAGGIE: No, did you get up last night?
MAGGIE: Well did you hear him make any noise?
PHILLIP: No, did you?
MAGGIE: Not until now...
PHILLIP & MAGGIE: jaws drop open simultaneously, a la primetime sitcom
PHILLIP: Did he-
MAGGIE: -sleep through the night?
PHILLIP & MAGGIE: rendered speechless for the rest of the morning
nose job deviated septum surgery, on the off chance
it’d make me look more Angelina Jolie-ish. Maybe? A little bit?
I didn't have a lot of time to think after the morning nap, because the boy wanted to practice opening and closing the drawers on the coffee table. I know this doesn't sound very exciting to you, but to my son, it is the COOLEST THING EVER. And he wants me right down there at his level to experience the magic. OPEN! CLOSE! OPEN! CLOSE! Like, can you believe it Mom? I'M OPENING THE DRAWER!
Then we had to practice army crawling. He's not quite there yet, but close enough so that I'm not doing a whole lot to encourage him. A mobile baby will be the death of me.
Oh, and then there was lunch. Lunch involved heating up different colored mush to exactly the right temperature, spooning it into my child's impatient maw and ducking out of the way when he sneezed. I didn't quite make it, so I spent some of my valuable thinking time finding a shirt that wasn't spattered with carrots or green beans (there are very few of these) and chiseling mixed grain cereal off the countertops.
I'm guessing I have maybe five minutes left of naptime, which is not really enough to introduce myself properly. So here are the pertinent details:
My name is Maggie. I write about my baby on the internet. Hopefully he doesn't mind. I record about 147 shows on my TiVo, which I talk my husband into watching with me late at night, but only after he has fetched me a glass of wine and rubbed my feet. I thought I was pretty neurotic before having a baby, but that was nothing compared to after the baby. Luckily for me, neuroses make for excellent blog fodder.