8 Months Old

Our girl turned 8 months old today. I know it's not a year or anything but it sounds so BIG. I can hardly believe it. It feels like last week I was waddling into the birth center desperate to get the nameless, heavy blob out of my body. And now that nameless blob is my daughter. And I am so in love with her I can't stand it. She makes the stars shine brighter. She fills every cell of my body with love.
One thing that keeps me up in the wee hours of the night is this thought- now that I have fulfilled my biologic potential, am I wilting on the vine? I've replicated myself, so now I just need to get her to a point where she can care for herself, and after that I'm just wasting oxygen. Right? Being a mammal with feelings is too much sometimes.
Maybe that's why the Duggers of the world keep determinedly spitting out babies? They might be trying to prove to the boss upstairs that they are not redundant.
Eeek. I've officially given myself the creeps

Birthday Bling?

Umbilicus Design

Dear friends, you know I hate complaining, (blatantly untrue) but my job is really hard. It's someone might keel over and die halfway through my shift hard. And if one of my patients croaks I don't get the rest of the night off. You would think that would be a given. So my mental health is being put to the test these days. So far, I haven't had to curl into the fetal position in the supply closet or smear feces on any walls. But I'm considering it.
On that note, check out the fabulous bling I'm currently smitten with! If Chef Husband doesn't read my mind (or my blog) then I'm buying it for myself.

Big Island Friends

Aloha friends. I had a great Hawaii post planned out, but it went into the crapper. When I was looking through my pictures of the Big Island, I realized that almost all of my photos were of my friend and her daughter. I love them so dearly, but I'm kind of shocked that I spent two days following them around with a camera and forgot to take any photos of the lava, the palm trees, the turtles, or the beach. I guess being my friend is like being stalked by paparazzi. And unfortunately, I'm not going to share those pictures because not everyone wants photos of their kid on the world wide web (shocking, I know). So, here's more photos of us-

Beach 69 North of Kona.

I love this photo. I'm praying this doesn't come back to haunt her in 20 years. Cecigate.

Lunch at Don the Beachcomber

We are a family.

This Moment

This moment. A Friday ritual. A single photo- no words- capturing a moment from the week. A single, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. Inspired by Soule Mama.

Around These Parts

Ceci has a strong neck. Tummy trouble has ended.

The weather is summer-ish.

So we spent a day in Edison.

We had some wine next to the slough.

And admired some art.

Then we took a family photo.

And the cat came home. I heard her meowing in the basement and found her wedged between some pipes. God only knows where she's been this week. She's very thin and seems exhausted.

Gone, Kitty, Gone.

Well friends, my cat seems to have taken off. At least, I'm hoping she took off on a walkabout- type adventure as opposed to came to a violent end. Or was kidnapped by hippies. Let's just work with the theory that she is catting about somewhere. Being a gangster in a new neighborhood. It's possible she's tired of whipping cat butt around here and decided to wreck havoc on the other side of town. She'll come back when she's satisfied that she's the toughest cat in town. I'm pretty sure.
I feel awful though. The cat has been annoying the crap out of me since the baby came along. It's like I never noticed how whiny and needy she is until I had two creatures pawing at me. If we're being honest I will admit I've flung a few shoes at her in the last few months. I've also put her out of the house for  being relentlessly affectionate or noisy when I'm trying to feed the baby. Kitty has become the redheaded stepchild and she knows it. Between baby and kitty  the baby always wins, of course. It's got to be hard on a cat who was spoiled and doted on as only childless people can for so many years.

Raimunda-  in happier days as an only child. 

Ceci- younger, cuter and much less likely so piss on my shoes or hack up a furball.

This Moment

This moment. A Friday ritual. A single photo- no words- capturing a moment from the week. A single, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. Inspired by Soule Mama.