So yesterday in the mall I received my 100th "When are you going to blog again?" so I decided it was probably time to update you all and make a commitment to you all to blog at least once a week. I would love to be able to update you all on all that has happened since I last posted but let's be real- that is way too much. So instead let me just tell you where we are and we'll go from there.
Clare is now 3 and a half months old. She is almost turning over onto her stomach, she is ridiculously long and strong, she has a wicked cold which makes her cough her self awake at night (which has been great for our sleep). In addition to all of this I believe that she is only a few days away from writing her first thesis, solving complicated mathematical theorems, and performing a series of self written one act plays. OK that is a little bit of hyperbole, but only slightly.
On the serious side, this weekend was her debut performance. She got to play the role of all roles- that of baby Jesus. I am completely serious about that. She and Julia performed in a liturgical dance performance and the church was left without a dry eye- mine included and I had seen the performance a number of times. One lesson that I learned and can be added to the list is that babies make you lose all control over your emotions. I cried, and I couldn't control it and I didn't care. It was a very strange feeling for me. OK I am starting to tear up again so let's move on.
This week is Easter, and what better way to start it off than Clare's first ever Easter Egg Hunt. Clare and I crushed the competition. We found our allotment of 6-8 eggs in record time. I obviously did most of the work, but I couldn't have done it without the careful plans and strategy that Clare laid out for me in her series of coded non-conspicuous coughs, laughs, coos, and farts. I knew exactly what she wanted me to do and we accomplished victory.
Finally, Julia and I have had to deal with the reality that eventually Clare will have to sleep without the swaddle blanket. We decided that we would slowly transition her out of this. Last night we decided we would let one arm free of the swaddle blanket. Now I want all of you to imagine Clare swaddled but with one arm sticking straight out like it is independent from her body. Got that image? Good. Now bask in the creepiness of how it looks and that is exactly what we thought, but you know what? It worked so tonight will be night two of creepy one arm sleeping Clare.
That is all for now but I will leave you with one anecdote and a promise to post again before the end of the week (look for it on Facebook). The other day Clare met her new best friend. Julia was walking around the house with her in her arms. When all of a sudden Clare spotted this new person in the house. She gave the new friend a flirtatious smile and then hide her face. After a few moments she let out a big smile. She reached out her hand to touch hands with her new friend. Then embraced for a bit but then it was time to leave. From time to time we have taken Clare to see her new friend and every time she becomes excited to laugh with this friend and play with her as well. This friend of course is her own image in the mirror. She loves herself. Some may call this vanity, I simply see it as Clare having the same feelings for herself as we all do.
Until next time..... Back to those diapers now.
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