I am up after eating 2 bowls of maple and brown sugar oatmeal. I don't know what it is about oatmeal but I love that instant crap. It just does it for me. Bambina is passed out. She had her bath today, and for reasons unbeknowst but by God, baths just make people (and babies) happy. I could pass out after a bath. Glad to see that it is nature and nurture at its finest.
I am staring going back to work in the ojos. It's almost one month countdown until I return. I'm not looking forward to it. I just love being at home, and it's not because I'm a slouch. It's because I love watching Bambina, even when she's pouting (yes, she pouts, sheesh). I realize tho, in a perfect world, if I didn't have the debt I have now, I'd be staying at home with the best of them. However, I do owe tons, and it's not just credit cards. That's pretty manageable. It's the going to school on loans for my undergrad, master's and doctorate that's balls.
I remember a few years ago (has it been that long) that I often debated going through school. The tradeoffs were plenty: a house, a family, travelling, etc. People were off living their lives while I was perpetually studying, hanging out in libraries, being a geek about town. I don't regret it one bit, because I believe that things were meant to happen when they are going to happen. Bambina wouldn't be my Bambina if I did things earlier. Husbandido wouldn't be husbandido (he'd still be in grammar school Shaddup.) I have a high school classmate who just sent her daughter to my university as a freshman. She had her when she graduated. Holy crap. Not my life. I'm doing well just where I am.
I guess, when all is said and done, my life is forever changed. For the better. I might have to figure out an hour in advance if I want to do a Target run, but that's all good. There are many other changes pervasive in this recalibration: financials, family crap (I'll save that for another time), and prioritizing even the little things. Sure, I stink, I haven't had a decent hair cut in a few months, but you know what? Bambina is happy, fat, and everything I hoped she would be.
My next issue to tackle? Christmas cards. God, I'm terrified. Do we take those cute photo cards every single one of my friends have been doing? Do I go back to making my own cards? Do I suck it up and go to Target and buy the super size box of cards? Screw it, I won't be making cards. Who am I kidding. Off to Target I go!
Oh, and another thing: I am so into baking crap right now. I don't know why. Tomorrow I'm going to attempt a cinnamon bundt cakey thingy. If it rules I'll let you know. Hell, if it tastes like christmas tree bark I'll tell you too. Anyways, off to surf the web while the child is asleep. Have a good evening all!
Voodoo
Yesterday I took Bambina to her 2 month well baby (Happy Birthday!) check up. As usual, my overthinkingness got us to the appointment a few minutes late...which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but our pediatrician has run late before. She apparently is one of those doctors who spends a lot of time with her patients, even listening to the parents, I mean, what gives? How inconsiderate to take your time with people! Seriously, I'm more used to the in and out five minute appointments with doctors these days, so it's nice to be able to spend some quality time with a doctor.
Here's the tale of the tape: the Bambina is now 11 lbs, 2 oz. Seriously? She gained four pounds in the last six weeks. You go, breastmilk. I have the creatine to make her grow! She's now 22 3/4 inches, and her nugget is 38 cm around. She's doing well per all of her measurements. She is making all her targets, so we're happy.
She had her shots too, and that's never a pleasant experience, right? Strangely enough, shots and the like never really freaked me out, so hopefully she'll get that from me. In the injection area of the pediatrician's office, the kids were howling bloody murder, having to be held down. I saw a boy, must have been at least seven, being forcibly restrained by his mom. Poor thing. A quick pinch and it's done. But with Bambina, it was three shot and downing some nasty liquids. I had to hold her in my lap while the nurse did the work. It was fast, but boy did she let me have a good scream. Strangely enough, after a bit of fuss, she passed out. Until the car ride home where she worked out her lungs. I think it's when we're moving, she's good, but in stop and go, she just doesn't like it. Just like her pops. Funny, huh?
She's cooing, trying to laugh (I should capture some video for you), and can have interesting conversations with you. She hates the car seat, but will have to learn to like it, I suppose, if we are to go out and about!
Anyways, I'm trying to figure out if I should just up load a picture here and there in the site or just put it in picasa or something so people would have to check it...I'm more inclined to do the former, but I hardly ever get to sit down and do work on the computer these days. So this is it for now :-) More updates to follow.
Voodoo
I am sitting in bed, Bambina presumably asleep. I'm watching on Husbandido's laptop Brian William's follow up on the Election. I'm near tears, happy that the day will start anew in more ways than one - that we will have a new president, that we have reason to hope, a reason to look forward, a reason to believe that one person can make a difference. Nothing means more to me now that Bambina lives in a time of peace; so far, this has been a place of war. Nothing means more to me now that we can clearly see that parts of our world still live in fear and distrust of the "other" - when you and i both know that we have so much to gain from our differences.
I look forward to a bright day tomorrow, glad that I was able to contribute to the cause, hopeful and prayerful that along with the change, we possess the courage and wisdom to accomplish amazing things.
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