Injury Report

So, people get hurt all the time. It happens. It especially happens with you are tiny, super mobile, into everything, and have parents who are a bit out of it. (That's all of us, right?...Right?) Last Thursday, I sat there and watched Margot approach the humidifier. I watched her as I considered for a moment the safety of the cord that was coiled around the thing that bleeds hot steam. Seriously, what is wrong with my brain? As the one who placed the burning hot steam machine on the floor in the first place, Adam says it is partially his fault too. Which is very generous of him.

In any case. Lil Go Go's got a pretty rough burn. And so the seal has been broken -- she has now known pain, like serious, for realsies pain. Watching her go through it doesn't really make me wince, or feel scared or, honestly, even super guilty. What it makes me feel is sad. Like, I look at her hand and I get instantly depressed. I think it must be empathy on overdrive. 

On the upside, she seems to have a Slayer-like capacity for healing. It's not all better, of course, but soon enough she'll be back in fighting form. Here she is watching the Saints with her dad. It's a little tough to spot in this cell phone pic, but if you squint you can see the bandage she wears during the day. (We heard that dog hair was no good on open wounds.) We call her Flipper. 

And here she is playing with her toys. I just like her pants in this one.

For laughs

It has been a pretty funny few days around here. Margot has had her laughs here and there for a long time now, but to date, she isn't a total jokester. The list of things that really get her going remains short. Janice playing fetch is comedy gold, and a round of Kick Mama in the Face is a sure bet for some chuckles.The most recent addition involves spitting out these little foam rocket thingys, a game which she totally started:

Once we followed her lead, she was in stitches...

And then to cap the weekend off, after a long absence, her sleep-giggles made an appearance. Except this wasn't just a chuckle. She was passed out on my chest and laughing as hard as she is in the video above. Pretty awesome stuff.

Day Off

Yesterday, I had the day off work for Veteran's Day, so Margot and I got to get in some serious quality time. This is what's great about having a young baby: a nice chunk of that quality time was spent at the Verizon store. I had to get my phone replaced (again, ug) so we just set up camp while the Verizon people did their thing, and we played with some toys, had a bottle, and practiced walking around. It was great!  I may have been the first customer that store has ever seen who was in absolutely no rush to leave. 

Our life is not like that nearly enough. I feel like the thing that makes parenting the hardest is that pesky requirement to do other crap. Not to say that I don't ever want to do grown up things with grown up people, because I most certainly do. But wouldn't it be nice to completely shed the need to do anything on a timetable? At least for a little while? 

Ah, fantasies. Anyway, after the super fun Verizon store we hit the grocery to pick up some baby supplies and a bit of lunch for an impromptu picnic. We made a break for the park and Adam was able to steal away from work for a bit and voila! A heavenly family moment was born.

Halloween and Facebook

Maybe I'm on facebook too much to be a decent blogger. It's just so easy to plunk images up there and assume pretty much everyone who wants to (and plenty who don't, I'm sure) can keep up with Margot. But I was reminded today that I actually have several friends (ok, like, three) who have held off on handing the keys to their marketable hearts to whoever Mark Zuckerberg wants to give them to. Also, of course, I can be way more long-winded in blog form. 

So, in that spirit...For her first Halloween Margot was a Russian weightlifter. We wanted to highlight what has been a key feature in her personality so far, her superhuman strength and physical feats. The Russian part we just thought was funny. And, thanks to Dr. Frankenbaby and her crafty inspirations, we were able to make our vision a reality. 

We figure we should take full advantage of this short period of her life during which we have complete creative control over her costumes.

I love how

I love how I have to keep Margot's rouge hands from sabotaging her ability to fall asleep. She's always rubbing her eyes so long it wakes her up, or just has she's fading off, she'll reach up and give her hair a really strong pull. I have to gently hold her arms down for a few minutes so they don't screw up what the rest of her clearly wants. I love how growing up is sort of about getting all your limbs to cooperate on the larger mission.