Sunday, February 08, 2009
Months go by and I don't write a thing, I know, but I honestly feel, most times, that I have nothing to say. Elliot this. Elliot that. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Elliot will be a year old on Wednesday. I'm having a little party and inviting my Invernesian friends for some food, spirits and cake. Just a low-key event to celebrate one whole year of somehow managing to keep my spawn alive, safe and - gasp! - even happy.
Since my last post, Elliot has had her first fever and her second cold, cut her first teeth (late bloomer like momma) and started standing on her own as well as walking around and around every room while hanging onto whatever furniture happens to be along the way. She has also somehow managed to start getting out of her sleeping bag when I put her down for a nap. When she goes into her cot, the bag is zipped and snapped, but when I go up to get her from her nap, the bag is unsnapped but still zipped and is either on top of or underneath her. A regular baby Houdini!
In other news: C* and I have been going to relationship counseling every week for the past couple of months. Our relationship hit rock bottom a couple weeks before Christmas but is enjoying somewhat of a Renaissance at the moment. Will we make it? Will we crumble? Which is harder: marriage or motherhood? I'd have to say marriage - by far. Motherhood? A piece of cake compared.
Yay Obama. Boo Israel. Yay Guantanamo closing. Boo economy. Yay equal pay law. Boo Limbaugh (as always). Boo Chicago politics. Boo bank bailouts. Boo! Boo! Boo!