July 2007


We are headed to Bethany Beach today – a cute little family centered town on the Delaware shore. It will be Emma’s first experience with the ocean, not counting the ocean nature sound on the radio in her room.

My goal this week is to a) finish a book and b) sleep through the night. Oh, and work on the “8 Things About Me” post that Doodaddy tagged me with. I can only imagine how long THAT will take.

I think a big part of my job as Emma’s mom is to be her storyteller. I feel like I need to be able to tell her what life was like in the period before her memories kick in. Problem is, keeping track of the things I think she will want to know about takes time and an awareness of the bigger picture that I don’t always have in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

I have a nifty “Baby’s First Year” calendar where I jot down little notes when she does something new or does something for the first time or when I think of it. But my nifty calendar notwithstanding, sometimes I wish I did something cool like write letters to her or take cool comparative pictures to chronicle how she has grown since she was just a little glimmer.

Maybe I will start doing something cool soon but in the end I guess keeping notes in a calendar is more my style, which is as much a part of Emma’s story as anything.

Emma has started sleeping through the night with more regularity lately. Unfortunately I have not. For the last couple of weeks I have been waking up several times a night in a panic, convinced that we are rolling on her or we are about to kick her off the bed or because I can’t find her at all.

Let me first say that I can’t find her because Emma is not in bed with us. She has not been in bed with us in months. One night I wrenched a pillow out of a very confused Mike’s arms, convinced that he was squeezing the life out of her. To his credit he was very nice about the whole thing. He reminded me nicely that Emma was not in bed with us and rolled over and went back to sleep.

I have become accustomed to my night-wakenings and understand that I am just working out any anxiety I am feeling about being a new mom. Fine. Now that Emma is sleeping through the night it would be great if I could get a full night’s sleep every once in a while, but whatever, this parenting thing is pretty huge, so I guess it stands to reason that there are some things my poor little brain has to figure out. And my days are pretty full, so I guess it also makes sense that my poor little brain chooses the quiet of the night to figure it all out.

A couple of nights ago, however, my little brain took it to a whole new level. I had a dream that I got Emma out of her crib and brought her into bed with us and in the dream I said to myself, “Now Jen, this is for real. Tonight Emma really is in bed with us, so be careful and don’t think you are dreaming.” Of course, Emma was definitely not in bed with us. How messed up is that? My head is playing mind games on itself?? When I woke up it took me twice as long as usual to convince myself that Emma was actually asleep in her crib.

Now I’m bracing for where my head will go next. I sure will be happy when I have this parenting thing down and I can stop worrying about it.

Seven months

Emma turned seven months old today. She has gotten surprisingly sophisticated in her old age. This past Monday night when I told her that Dubya had pardoned Scooter Libby, she spit out her peas in total disgust. I was so proud.

We took a few road trips in the last couple of weeks to visit various family up and down the east coast. In New Jersey Emma got to hang out with her Great-Gram, her Aunt Lexi and her Poppy and Nonnie as well as meet for the first time Great Aunt Sally and Great Uncle Bill, Great Aunt Elvia and Great Uncle Tim.

The next week in Southeastern Massachusetts Emma met her Great-Great Aunts Louise and Margie, her Great-Great Uncle Joe, her Great-Grandma Mary and Great-Grandma Hester, her Great Aunt Nancy and Great Uncle Mickey and her Uncle Andy and Aunt Alyson. She also got to hang out for three days with her Grammy and Grampy and…oh yeah, got a monkey.

Oh, and to get to SE Mass. she took her first ride on an airplane. Clearly she was Amelia Earhart or something in a former life, because she handled it like a complete pro.

She still doesn’t have any teeth, although the two little bumps in her mouth taunt me daily, but she has added bananas and avocados to her solid food repertoire and soon we will include pears and apples. I find something to worry about with her almost daily, but it seems like all in all she (and we) are doing pretty ok for now.