Notes on the Week

What does the well-dressed baby wear to the Cats for music class? I don't know and it's going to come to a head sooner or later. Of course, in the Cats, all the moms are well dressed too. And all giving each other tips on the very expensive and exclusive gym they belong to..."Oh you're at Courtside too? Have you done the baby yoga yet? Oh, she loves it and takes a nice nap as soon as we're done...giggle giggle". What does this mommy wear? Fat rocks and chic pants with the oh so hip wedge heeled sandal. If it's me, maternity jeans and loose tops because I refuse to buy clothes until I lose some more baby weight. It sucks right now because the maternity jeans are too loose, but my regular jeans don't go over my hips or butt. Yuck and sigh.

We all know how much I hate to shop for jeans.

It's much more fun to dress Maia.

But I digress. In the beginning of a post. In any case, music class is a ton of fun...especially watching all of the parents. All the kids in the class are around Maia's age, in fact, there's only one baby who can sit up. The rest of the kids lay on blankets or are held on laps during the songs. Little legs are moved, little tummies are tickled and the parents rock out to the baby music. One number is called "Sneakin' Around the Room" and we, the grown-us, sneak, wiggle, and boogie in a circle around our darling babes. I can just see the WTF look in Maia's eyes. But then she laughs and waves her arms and kicks her legs and all is good again. After all, everyone is doing it.

So we have a good schedule going. A playgroup might be forming on Mondays; I have Mommy Group on Wednesday and Music on Friday. Plenty to keep us occupied. It's fun, but a challenge to not become completely sucked into Babyville. I think that's why the crib works for me. At night, I have alone time...or time just with John...and that's the time I need to refuel the mom battery. It's hard being "on" 24/7.

Everything else looks beautiful. Our anniversary dinner was a success. Sushi on the couch and a bottle of nice sake. I replaced the battery of John's watch and he brought me new rocks. Life is good and my ears sparkle now. So I guess I'm all right.

Busy week ahead. Maia turns four months and goes in for her next round of shots. Hello whooping cough! We’ll talk about solids. And see how much she's gained. And how much bigger she is. It's a fun check. I know she's bigger but I like to know by how much. I also have plans to see my fave author, Neil Gaiman, in Berkeley. Plus all the usual running around and merry making. We're happy happy fun girls, Maia and I.

Yawn. It's getting late and I've really said nothing of import. Just a little update to keep me in your mind. Till next time.

September 25

It is the second anniversary of the day when John and I said, "I do". Smiles all around. I can't tell you what I have planned, though. It might ruin the surprise.

You are disciplined but tolerant; a true American.

How fascist are you? Find out here.

For fun, post your score in my comments. I want to see where my friends come in.

Good Lord...

...it's September already.

Maia will be 100 days old this Sunday. She'll be "one year" right around Wednesday or Thursday. Where has the time gone?