Michigan Time

I love it that you can't tell time. Every night you won't go to sleep until 1 a.m. Every night! I was worried when we came to Michigan, which is in an earlier time zone, you would keep me up until 2 a.m. However, I showed you the clock and you were fooled into going to bed at 1 a.m., which is actually only midnight your time. Ha! Sucker.

My Opinion

You are the fucking cutest baby in the whole world. Especially at tub time. I can't take it.

(Don't use that f word at school, ok?)

Waiting.

I've been waiting to hear you laugh. I think I've heard it a few times, but I'm not sure. When its a real laugh, I'll know.

There's a certain reoccurring rhythm here. When I was pregnant, I kept waiting to feel you moving inside, but at first I wasn't sure. I thought, is this just gas? Then it got stronger and I knew. It was you.

When I was close to your due date, I kept wondering what going into labor would feel like. Was that it? No, I think, that was just a muscle spasm or a back ache. Then it started for real, and I knew it was time.

After you were born, I wanted to see you smile. I kept wondering, is that real smile or just you moving your face around in a random way. Then one day, you looked at me and smiled and I knew it was just for me.

I can't wait to hear you laughing!

We Look Good Together!

A Study of Thora's Mood Transitions

Asleep, awake, pissed off!

Your Six Week Birthday Scotch

Another milestone passed. Your sixth week birthday. This one was more for me then for you, as the sixth week finally marks my official passage out of the post-partum recovery period. I was given the green light to go back to exercise and a regular sex life (you don't need to know what this is until much later, like after you're 21). On occasions like this, there is only one thing you can do. Have a nice alcoholic beverage. (You can also find out about this AFTER you are 21). We have a very fancy bottle of scotch we bought for after our wedding; a delicious small batch whiskey from the Isle of Islay, Caol Ila is light yet peaty, hinting of a slight breeze of salty sea air which wafts through the distillery. At $100 a bottle, its delicious and costly enough to only come out when celebrating true red letter days. So beside your six week birthday, we were really toasting to your general existence.

So, down the hatch, to you!

No Sleep Till Brooklyn

But Thora, we're not going there. So....