June 26th, 2010


futbol and other things to cheer about

Am I a bad American for rooting for Ghana in the world cup today? I'm sorry, I just kinda feel like the US doesn't deserve a big part of soccer, our heart isn't in it. And we were basically up against the entire continent of Africa... if we won we'd break the hearts of millions of people, and for what, so all 37 US soccer fans could see their team go on?

So there's my take on the outside world.

Inside world:

I went through a phase of not really liking her last night, I won't lie. Marc had a DJ gig and was gone. She woke me up at 12:30 and then fussed nonstop... and we were having some kind of nursing issue, she'd latch on and then as soon as there was milk she'd let go or pull back, so milk was all over everything. She went through four nightgowns, either by spitting up past my comfort level, or leaky diapers. When marc got home at 2:30 I was in tears. Even this morning, I was still angsty and frustrated.

But after a few more daytime naps I'm feeling happier again. In a way, newborn baby hell reminds me of childbirth. During labor I'd get these horrible contractions, but in between I'd relax and feel nothing, it was the most perfect rest. And now that we're parents, it's the same crazy rollercoaster... you want to give up, but then 12 hours later you're thrilled because she's so darn cute and awesome.

Sometime last night after Marc was home and we were trading off (she kept up the crazy until 5:30 in the morning, oh yes) I was changing her diaper and noticed she was missing an umbilical cord stump. I was so tired and frustrated I didn't even look for it, I thought maybe Marc had noticed the same thing earlier, who knows. I found the stump in her nightgown on another completely unrelated diaper change. Then this morning Marc saw her tummy, and he got me into the a happy moment... she has a belly button, she's that much more human looking! And this is an important step towards having an adorably nomable baby tummy!

Second happy thing... I've noticed that when she stretches out, she spreads out her toes. This is funny because I do yoga, and one of my videos has a bit where he says to spread out your toes and I CANNOT DO IT, I figured it was some yoga master thing? My toes move back and forth but not side to side, sorry. But then one day Marc did yoga with me, and he could do it! And now so can my daughter! So I'm defective, damn, but she's not. She will be gorgeous doing yoga someday. She loves stretching... it takes her like a half hour to wake up because she's reluctant to do it, it takes lots of stretching, yawning, eyebrow-raising, blinking. Actually this is exactly how her dad wakes up too. So I get to watch her stretch a lot, and I love it.