Every day I lookfor grays. I am ready at
last to look my age.
My in-laws are coming to visit today. I really like my husband's family--they are very kind, generous, and supportive.
My beautiful daughter, my Angel Girl, is three months old. I know it more exactly, too--fifteen weeks, four days, and roughly eleven hours old. This may reflect what I'm beginning to realize about myself--I am steeped in motherhood. It took over my life in a rough, overwhelming, and irreversible way, but I grew to really, really love it. My Angel Girl is out of her so-called "fourth trimester," which means that's she's awake, both literally and figuratively. She sleeps much less than she used to (and much less than I think babies her age do, on average), but she's also aware that she wants to be held, she wants to be talked to, she enjoys being talked to, and she enjoys talking back. I think we heard her first word, "Ma!" on Sunday, January 6, and yesterday, she looked right at my husband and said, "Da!" She wants to kick and flail, shove both hands in her mouth and suck and gnaw, grab on to Mommy's hair and yank, put various non-pacifier limbs of Mr. WubbaNub into her mouth, or hang her ringy rattle from her mouth and both of her hands. She wants to see and do and participate. She likes and dislikes. She has a will. She's a little person, all smiles and grabbiness and a few scant giggles here in there (although it's like pulling teeth to get them out of her). It's the most exciting thing I've ever done, I never expected to feel this way, and I don't know if it's biological or mental, but I'd never look back or regret it. This is just too good.Breast milk contains more than 700 bacteria: Microbes taken from breast milk by the infant are identified
Breast milk contains stem cells
Yesterday morning, November 25, 2012, we lost our special kitty, Tommy.
[EDIT: Posted from the future for posterity.] My dear daughter was born this morning at 6:05am. I'm finally a momma!
I really enjoy the natural rhythms of the seasons. I'm not just saying that because we are on the cusp of my favorite two. There are many things that should be changed every three months or so, and aligning those things with seasonal changes helps me to remember them without having to write them down. They range from some fairly gendered concerns to common sense things for all. Here is my list, in no specific order, and by no means is it exhaustive.
Through the course of my pregnancy, I’ve been surprised to find that my non-pregnancy and during-pregnancy facial skin acts pretty much the same—oil slick city. I am oily around my nose, on my chin, and (less so but markedly) on my forehead. I’ve got some visible pores on my nose and upper cheeks, right below my eyes, so the skin there gets oily as well. My jaw under my ear and my lower cheeks remain innocuously normal—not dry or oily. As I’ve been dealing with oily skin since puberty, this was just more of the same. I think that the areas around my nose are even oilier than before, but treatment remains pretty much the same.
Two quick links to things that I found useful and/or pretty. You'll probably be able to sort which falls under which category quite easily. The first is a link that I saw on Facebook, posted by the Organic Authority, and it is in regards to caring for and cleaning one's cast iron skillets. I have a collection of three skillets and one cast iron griddle, and I always blank on a few things, like soap or no soap, and exactly how to reseason it. so, I'm posting this link for both posterity and a PSA for you readers.

I just so happened to be by a Yankee Candle today, and they just so happened to be debuting their Halloween Boney Bunch 2012 collection in store. Again, August 4th--way too early, right? But I also just so happened to have a $10 coupon on my phone using the Key Ring application. This is the perfect storm of new candles.
August 1st was two days ago! Has summer been progressing slowly for me? Not exactly. It never does, since I mucky prefer the cooler weather. However, summer is pretty much what stands between me and the birth of my baby, so there's been quite a mix of eagerness, apprehension, impatience, and sluggishness. Summer is passing one day at a time for me, and that feels like just the right speed.





