badbabywinkydinky

Bye-Bye Tinky-Winky, Dipsy, La-La, and Poe! Juliette loves the Teletubbies! She finally found people from her "culture."

Today is my birthday! I am spending the day in a messy apartment with my little girl. At some point today we will each have a bath. I will probably comb my hair and get dressed. I am also planning a trip to Starbucks this evening.

I hope to work on my lecture material and my dissertation re-organization.

Today I feel ambitious.

10:59 p.m.
So much for ambition. So much for my birthday. I took a hot shower.
I got to Starbucks. I got through most of my Cafe Americano with Almond Syrup before my cell phone rang with news of a meltdown by one tired, bad baby ( I won't name names).

Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday Dear Hilary.
Happy Birthday to you.

Calling her my little Winky Dinky over the cell phone only worked momentarily. Driving home and taking her in my arms worked much, much better.

Happy Birthday Dear Hilary.

Bad, baby, Winky Dinky fell asleep in my arms at 9:58 p.m. Sweet Dreams.

Six-months and Counting

Juliette does not take naps. Even when she's tired and cranky. She cries and cries and nothing I do makes her happy. Every once in awhile she will see the logic of falling back, closing her eyes, and napping. During a rare nap I slowly drop her into her crib, close the curtains, and creep out of the darkened room to do something vital (i.e., eating, use the toilet, prepare a lecture, read an article, wash dishes, etc.). Most of the day I hold Juliette and try, try, try and try again to work. It is already 5:33 PM and Juliette has been held most of the day. Today, we both got clean: one warm soapy bath and one hot shower. She has had several meals, mostly formula and a few licks of spinach and potato baby food. I had one small over-cooked frozen small frozen vegetarian lasagna. Hours before the lasagna, I had a small cup of hot tea with the last of the evaporated milk, I finished the fresh milk this morning with an even smaller cup of coffee. I dream of Starbucks. As soon as Chris comes through the door, I am out of the door, on my way to Starbucks with lecture materials in hand. I tired to clean/organize the main room today. I want so much to welcome Fall, 2007 with a cleaner space than we passed Summer, 2007. I will try again on Thursday. I teach tomorrow, with an early morning medical appointment, which means packing up and leaving for my Mother's early, like 11:30AM. Long night ahead , writing a lecture and re-writing my syllabus. I can't wait until Thursday, the first of several cherished days off.