Where did the time go? I mean, really? Whoa.
A few stories I need to get on record so I don't forget. Enjoy.
To set this up, Jon had to be out of town for 3 weeks for the Air Force. Ick. I played the role of single mom for awhile and have decided- I hate it. And to be honest, KD is a wonder child. She sleeps through the night, plays by herself when I lay her down, when she wakes up, she will just lay in her crib and gnaw on her hands. She is more patient than I am. I am fairly confident I cried more while Jon was away than she did.
Here's a doozy:
Me and Kam have had a bit of a cold. Just runny nose and sneezing, nothing major. I am changing her diaper- a manifestation of pure immortal power it seems, and get the sneezes. I turn my head the first sneeze. Whew. THEN the second one comes, I turn completely away form the changing table, inhale deeply, and cover my entire mouth with both my hands. My hands that head been changing a diaper. A poopy diaper. You can fill in the blanks. Let 's just say, I used an entire bottle of mouthwash and still gagged. All the while Kam just smiled her toothless grin as if to say, "Heh. You're a dork mom." I Know. Lesson learned.
And another:
I have a problem buying KD bows. I don't consider it a problem. Jon does. Anyways, one of her new ones has glitter on it. She wore it 3 weeks ago. Tuesday morning I had to get to class. I had a patient that boring and was running late. I still had to drop K off at daycare. It came down to either myself or KD getting bathed. I may have lost mother of the year, but went ahead one put Kam down in her crib and I hopped in the shower. I was rushing hoping that maybe I could get Kam a bath to get all that glitter out of her hair. Normally, I would just let her be, but leaving the glitter is evidence to the daycare I didn't bathe my child. Crap. I finish getting ready and turn on the sink for Kam. I go into the bedroom to grab her and she has pooped. Everywhere. On the sheets, on there back, we are talking full fledged shoulder blade action. I pick her up, throw her in the sink and start washing. HINT: always bathe your kid BEFORE you bathe. I had to change scrubs, dry parts of my hair and KD still had that glitter in her hair! I get her dropped off and as I'm sitting there in clinic talking to my patent, I realize as I uncross my legs, "Why are my pants so soft on only one leg?" One second later and I recall- I only shaved one leg. Showering. It's an art these days.
Jon is home now, KD has been bathed several times (glitter is STILL adhering to her tiny little head), I survived.
At 3 months, she loves sitting up and looking around. Only time she wants to be held laying back is when you're feeding her. Yep, that's my daughter. She reaches for the mobile, smiles at faces, not just farts anymore, she can stand really well, and if you put her on her belly and put your hands on the bottoms of her feet, she will push off and inch her away forward. We are close to rolling over completely, we get to the side and her arm gets stuck. Once she is mobile, it's a whole new ballgame, so I'm fine if she were to NOT move. She has proved she is a Baker. She will just start making noises of all different pitches and sounds. Jon and I are waiting for that first actual laugh. We look like idiots trying to provoke it.
October is about to start. My favorite month. Big changes ahead of our little family.
All is well- we are happy and healthy. Kam has changed our lives forever and I wouldn't go back for anything. (Minus the poop mouth).
Thanks for reading, hope you smiled.
Blessed,
Sarah
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