Okay, so this is way overdue. What’s my excuse? Well, I can list a whole bunch of crap, but suffice it to say there isn’t a good one. Life’s been happening and I’ve been slacking. I suck.
First off, he is back to work. No more SAHD. He’s thrilled, and I guess I am, too. We definitely needed it financially. He was only off for about 6 weeks and, even with the unemployment compensation, we were right at the point where we would’ve begun falling behind on bills. He got called back just in time. It may not be permanent, a lot is still riding on the economy, but they have to keep him working at least six months before he can be laid off again.
I thought I might get a crack at SAHM myself. I’ve been having this feeling that I am soon to lose my job for almost two weeks now. Then, yesterday, we found out we lost a huge account, so my gut intuition was correct as usual. I was told it will not impact my job, but that remains to be seen. Part of me was disappointed to hear that. Losing my job would definitely land us right back in the financial hot seat, but at the same time, I would love to spend more home time with Punky, and getting paid while doing it would be great. We wouldn't have money for much, but I'm sure we wouldn't starve.
I had to take Punky back to the doctor on July 30th. I was convinced she had thrush. I kept seeing white on the inside of her mouth, and it wasn’t wiping off… Apparently it was all my imagination. The doctor saw nothing and gave me that look that oozed “crazy, paranoid, over-protective, hypochondriac, first-time mom.” Ah, bite me. I am new at this, and if I think something is wrong, I want a doctor to see her. It’s times like these I am happy to be wrong. Better to look like an idiot than have them find something horribly wrong with my sweet baby girl. Besides, I rarely get to be wrong, so it’s a good opportunity to see life on the other side of the fence. Boy, that was sure smug…all in fun though.
The doctor appointment wasn’t a total waste. They checked her ears to see if she still had the fluid they saw a few weeks ago and nope, it has all disappeared. Great news. So, I was able to cancel the follow-up appointment she was supposed to have next Monday, August 17th. Her weight was a whopping 14 lbs, 3 ozs., which was actually a rather large jump in the short time between visits, but it was a different exam room, different scale, and when you are talking ounces there is a lot of room to be off a bit. The doctor said her 9-month appointment will be a breeze because she could tell Punky already hit all of her nine-month milestones and she had just turned seven months old two days earlier. My little over-achiever...
Good grief, she has been wearing us out and there is no end in sight. I fully expected this stage, but I thought she would reach it more around the ten month point. It’s exhausting. She has been crawling well over a month now. She pulls herself to standing with anything she can grab…footstools, dining room chairs, her high chair, swing, jumper, other toys…anything she can get those little patties around and push with those strong little legs. She is starting to cruise a bit on her own while standing, and she loves when you hold her hands and let her walk. It is back-breaking though. I still think she may take her first steps on her own before eight months. She’s got 17 days left; we’ll see if she makes it.
She really plays with her toys. It’s amazing to watch. We picked up an activity table at a yard sale for seven dollars. It has all kinds of buttons and levers. It plays music and also does numbers, letters, simple commands, colors, etc. in both English and Spanish. She stands up at it all on her own and plays forever. She knows how to make all the gadgets move to make sounds. And when she’s done, she learned how to gently get back to her butt instead of just falling over. She’ll crawl away and get into trouble for a few minutes or play with another toy, but then it’s back to the table for another round. She loves it. Seven dollars well spent (and a hell of a deal…sells for $40 new in the stores). Yay mama.
Her innocent little raspberries have become loud, forceful sessions lasting minutes at a time. Her whole face turns red and she spits over everything. I think the vibrations from it help to numb her gums. She is still struggling with the teething thing; her gums are all bumpy and you can feel the teeth, but none have actually broken through yet. Sometimes she gets really cranky and I feel so bad for her. Anyway, I noticed when I give raspberries back to her, I get a numbing sensation in my mouth so I imagine she does, too. It’s a wet and sloppy past-time, but adorable none the less.
We are still dealing with the eczema issue, but it has gotten better. Every time I see a flare up, I rub on some Cortaid and it helps control it. I am really starting to think that it is connected to what she eats, and it’s looking like carrots are a definite trigger. I will be able to confirm that later this week. She really loves carrots, so I hope I’m wrong. But, as mentioned above, that rarely happens...
So, the class reunion I blew off was this past Saturday. I was a bit sad that I didn’t go, but from what I can see on FB, hardly anyone attended. All of the pictures posted are of the same people over and over again. It doesn’t appear they had a very good turnout. I guess in the end I’m glad I saved the money and skipped the drama. Maybe I’ll go to the next one. If there is another one. If I am skinny...
A memory just flashed in my head: I remember when my parents attended their 20th reunion. I was around thirteen, and damn, my parents seemed so old to me then. Out of school for twenty years. Two whole decades. Ancient. Now it’s me…out over eighteen years…close enough to twenty. I am about the age that they were then. And I thought they were old. How old will I seem to Punky by the time she is thirteen? Shit. Getting closer to the box.
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