Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Baby Steps

While holding onto a finger in each hand, Ender can now steadily walk across a room. And around, and around, grinning and dragging his feet like a little rehab patient. He truly looks like he's re-learning to walk, except it's the first time. Yeah. Time is moving way too fast.

It's as though he is becoming more beautiful by the day. And his smell! The only thing I was not prepared for was the delicious salty-sweet smell of your own baby. People rant and rave about how great babies smell in general, but I've smelled them and they're not that great. The smell of my own kid, however, is enough to make me swoon. I want to wrap him up in bunting and rock him to sleep with my cheek against his downy soft hair. The only problem is that he now hates to be wrapped up, and finds being rocked to sleep insulting. Ah, the halcyon days of babyhood are over. Welcome to toddlerhood.

The weekend was quite nice. I can't remember much that happened, except that it was a relaxing long weekend and I took a million baths. My mother took Ender out of the house for a few hours, and Mike and I had some quality me/him time and remembered why we like eachother. We made homemade pasta together and drank a bottle of champagne and snuggled. Hard to believe that pre-baby, that was pretty much all we did together.

Today I have a dentist appointment to finish my crown. About three years ago I had a root canal that I was told HAD to be crowned, otherwise it would break apart. It didn't break apart, despite my sloth, and now I'm finally getting it done in a bout of adult-type responsibility. It will be a gold tooth. I had the option of porcelain, but I think the idea of having an entire gold tooth is way too cool to pass up. Plus it's cheaper. Double bonus. I actually prefer metal fillings. Everyone is all about porcelain fillings now, and it's actually hard to get silver ones nowadays. All I know is, my parents both have mouths full of metal fillings that they got when they were teens, and I keep having to return to get these damn porcelains redone. They chip and crack, and cost way too much. It still baffles me that we live in a country that will pay for sweat-gland botox, but it won't pay for dental upkeep. Especially since links have been made between heart disease and gingivitis. It's a whole body, people. You can't just seperate out the expensive parts.

My dad returns from his almost month-long trip to Nova Scotia tomorrow. I've missed him terribly. He was my only guaranteed visitor from the outside world. There's something so reassuring about having a person in your life who you have no doubts about the fact that they genuinely enjoy your company. No matter what, I know my dad likes me. It's more than I can say about most people. Not that most people dislike me, but that I assume they don't, thereby sabotaging any chance of a closer relationship. Anyway, the point is that my dad visits me when no one else does and I feel like I'm going insane. God bless his heart. I can't wait to see him.

To conclude the slap-a-dash nature of this entry: I've been having lots of very weird dreams lately. I think I've got too much on my mind and I'm not leaving the house enough.

But my Babyhawk *still* has not arrived. Sigh.

1 comment:

  1. I love that you used the words Sweat Gland Botox in this entry. Keep up the good work. :)