I have forgotten to put entries in Emma's baby book. I have pens and documentation, just need to transfer the goods. Next time I have a break, I'll certainly get to it. But til then, this will have to suffice.
Saw a car yesterday, appropriately from Durham, plastered with stickers on the back. I'm surprised they could see out of the back window. Probably doesn't matter since I'm sure they were smoking crack whilst placing the stickers on said car. There were two UNC Alumni stickers, one Carolina Girl sticker, one Duke sticker, one Duke fish eating a Carolina fish sticker, a Virginia is for lovers sticker and numerous Obama/Biden stickers. Figure it out lady, you can't have it both ways.
There's a song currently on the radio that goes...."when I'm gone, when I'm gone, you're going to miss me when I'm gone..." And it keeps saying that damn phrase over and over and over again. I'm really not going to miss your song when it finally cycles off my radio. And also, the song is about 40 seconds. I should be a singer/songwriter.
Emma slept a little last night. David stuck her in the swing and I think it kept her ears from hurting. It was glorious. I am just destined to be sleepy the rest of my life.
It's beyond creepy when you're staring at the video monitor watching her and then all of a sudden her head comes out of nowhere and she's looking at you looking at her.
Twice now, I have gone into her room when she's been crying and she's sat herself up on her mattress. Just looking at you when you walk in. Oops.
I love love love when she arm pumps, either with a toy or without. She shakes her arms like a polaroid picture and it is so cute. I'm going to end up with a toy between the eyes one day, I am fairly sure of this.
One of my favorite videos is about this kid Curtis on the tv show Wife Swap. He's hilarious. Bonus is they are from NC. So proud of our state!
The washer overflowed last night. I never ate dinner. I came close to just breaking down. David's mom told me to have some wine. I ate an ice cream bar at 3:47 in the morning. I hear crying babies everywhere, all the time.
Emma's top left front tooth is breaking through. How in the world is this kid already getting all these teeth? She's just a baby. I wish I could go back to the first three months with Emma....and appreciate it more...and ask her not to cry so I could get more sleep. I'm so backward looking. And then I am not, because we are planning Emma's first birthday party. She'll be ONE. It'll be a day of celebration for us and she may get some enjoyment out of it too. But mostly, it's for me and David. I will have beverages and smoked meats and watch her lunge into a birthday cake. And then I'll lament how big and old she is and I'll start looking backwards again.
What is wrong with me?
Bacon is good for me.
The end.
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