2002-09-11 - 11:28 a.m.
Well, Grumbly is full on walking. Sure, it's slappy-footed Godzilla walking, but she's steady. She cruises around the house at lightening speed looking for dangerous objects that we think are out of her reach. I was very excited for her to be walking early, (she is 10 1/2 months) until I realized that she doesn't have the sense to be walking. My friend's baby didn't start walking until he was 1-1/2, but by the time he got around to it, he had some sense of danger and of the limits of his own body. Not Lou.
Whoop. Speak of the devil. She was just reaching for a cd tower that we've got on top of a dresser here in the office because there were no more high places in the living room. Luckily, I usually know when she's about to do something dangerous. She gets very quiet and starts whispering "oh no no no" with excited anticipation. I wouldn't lie about that. She never listens to herself.
What else? I've eaten a total of five turkey dogs today. Lord. The sad part is that this afternoon I actually spent a moment of time worrying about the fact that there was a whole pack of turkey dogs in the fridge yesterday and there will only be four left tomorrow. That's right, I also had one last night. The reason this is significant is that my mother-in law babysits on Tuesdays and Thursdays while I work. Tuesday=full pack. Thursday=almost gone. I need to get a grip. My husband had a soccer game last night so I can't blame him.
As I sit here enjoying my little diary session, Baby Lou has pulled the entire contents of my desk's side drawer out. She's grunting as she pulls out the big packs of paper and flops them on the floor. This morning, Lou filled her pants twice, and I found myself actually thinking..."that's not fair." Usually, she poos once in the morning and gives us an occasional poo at night. But, she doesn't poo twice before noon. The other day, while at the cash register at Bartell's, the cashier told me that she thinks babies "see angels." I nodded and tried not to barf. Maybe that's who I'm telling about the injustice of Lou's frequent poops.
Well, I better pick up the mess. I'm thinking about going to a nearby park that is having a 9/11 memorial, but I don't know if I can deal with the crowds or sad talk.
Take care.
