I know most parents probably have more than five moments a day where they look at their children and think "HOLY SHIT, MY KID IS THE SMARTEST MOTHERFUCKER THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI." Well, I can only assume this to be the case. Because this is what I do while playing with elliot on a daily basis. He has recently discovered his thumb. Up to this point, I never realized that this habit was picked up so early in babyhood. My child, not even four months old, has isolated his thumb, people. He has also figured out exactly how to twirl that ball on his jumperoo and laughs and flails his hands and legs uncontrollably in the bathtub. I would have never in my wildest dreams imagined myself in this place a year ago. A year ago I was preparing for a harried week at SXSW, taking down my Christmas tree in March, hastily sweeping the floor and cleaning the toilet so it didn't look quite as disgusting for the slew of houseguests that were about to descend upon my corner of the globe. Last year at this time, I was working in a restaurant, drinking margaritas on a nightly basis, and going to sleep at 6am. Now I am completely estatic when he doesn't scream his head off during "tummy time." But really, with a face like this--how could your world not be cosmically correct?

Trials and Baby Tribulations

I keep a blog of sorts. I have since I was 18, on livejournal. But i feel like i should perhaps move my mommy rants onto a new forum. Technically, my mommy rants are pretty much my only rants recently. Elliot just takes so much of my time and each and every day i'm enjoying him more and more. you hear people say that when they see their babies they instantly fall in love? well, sure-- i instantly fell in love with elliot, but it has taken me a while to LIKE him. the first month and a half were extremely exhausting and traumatic for me. hormones attacked me, he was nawing my boobs away on a two hourly basis and i felt guilty because i still wanted to hang out with my dog more than i wanted to spend time with elliot. but then something happened. i became slowly addicted to him. and now it comforts me that i'm the only one that he will settle down for. like OMG he NEEDS me. and i, in turn, NEED him. its crazy how that happens.

so right now he's asleep on my shoulder (as he does for this mid-morning naps). and i'm surfing the internet for jobs. so perhaps i'll document my daily poopings, rashes, giggles and bath time. i also am interested in starting to do stitching or something into onesies. shit, i still need to finish up his christmas stocking.