I thought about just ending my blog at the adoption, but quite a few people have been asking where it is and when I said I was probably just going to end it there, the response was not great. Now that she is a little more predictable and I am getting more sleep, I will start it up again! I also have another project in the works so time is limited. If you know me, you know I dabble in many pots. My A.D.D. takes over and I usually go between anything from painting, to guitar lessons, to photography, to blogging, to dance, to crafting, to...
Now that Cora is 3 months, she is VERY observant, active and...how do we put this...emotional! I know that is most babies, but the last week her frustration with life is skyrocketing! Don't get me wrong! 90% of the day she is an angel baby! But there are these moments when I can not help but laugh at her. They all are under the same category of wanting to be independent too soon. As Captain Mama Bootcamp, I of course do tummy time/exercise time, and this has been great until this past week. Now she has decided she really would like to sit up. GREAT! Progress! At least she is interested in scooting around! Unforuntaely, not so great for Cora. She weeps. She pulls her hands forward, pulls her head up and tries desperately to sit up, all the while weeping as if she is me not being able to reach my donut. She looks at me like, "WHY is this happening mom!!!??" So I hold her up in the sitting position, as she lets her last weeps out before I distract her with something else...like her monkey friends.
These monkey friends are the lil guys that twirl around above her swing. I never understood their relationship. She would sometimes smile at them, and often weep, tears running down her face, I thought from staring at them too long. No, I think now, I know what it is. Now that she can move her arms with direction/purpose, she is reaching up at them...yep...weeping. I think she wants to grab them. Eat them? Who knows, but she wants them! So, what does a mama do? I took them down off the mobile and gave them to her, thinking I was so smart..."HERE YOU GOOOO!" She batted poor lil curious george wanna be away and wept, looking at me like I was just adding to her problem. Fine, lil bean, try and get up there yourself. Good luck!
Yesterday and today both mark more exciting "get the hell off me and let me do it myself" moments. Last night I thought maybe she was overtired or it was just a one off. But then it happened twice again today. I had her at tummy time/play mat and gave her her toy/teether. It is Sophie the lil baby giraffe that is 'au natural' so all the mamas love it. And all the hippest babies, do too, of course.
Including lil bean hipster. So much that when she was trying to direct her into her mouth and couldn't, she wept so loudly I was surprised my neighbors did not call child services thinking there was 'an incident'. I tried to help guide it for her, and THAT WAS IT! She and enough of my helping, pushed my hand away and lil Kelly Clarkson (Miss Independent, get it?! ) cried so hard she shook. I picked her up, holding back my laughter and fear of the drama queen (my mom said I'd get one like me!) and bopped her around til she calmed down. I put all toys back in the basket and stared at her... "Well what do you want to do?" She smiled up at me as if nothing had happened and said a simple, "GoooooooOOOoohhhh." We both laughed for different reasons, and turned on Jewel's Lullaby CD (what other lullaby CD would I have!?), I rocked her and I shook my head at her as she fell asleep, and I held on a little tighter, knowing my baby already wants to do things on her own.
Bumpless Baby Mama
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