I need a place to write and here it is for now.
I need something more consistent to write about. As much as I've tried to fight being one of those moms who only writes about her kids, I am headed in that direction. At the moment my whole world is my daughter and I have new updates every day about her. Incidentally, this blog is just going to be about anything - mostly whatever goes on in my life. Currently that is Amelia.
Today was another precious day Amelia. She woke me up at 7:00am. I had planned on getting up at that time anyway; in fact that is usually the plan. Usually, though, Amelia gets to it before my alarm does, which is a little annoying since I would like only five minutes to myself before I hear her little voice in the other room.
So the routine is usually as follows - this morning being no exception: I roll out of bed, my eyes dried out from the fan that blows all night. I turn on the light in Amelia's room and say good morning. Immediately she stops crying and I hear some sort of flopping noise. As I peak my head over the crib and say hello, she gives me this heart-melting grin and drops her face in the sheet and wiggles around in delight. Mommy's here!
So then my slightly irritated attitude is completely ruined because there is no possible way to not get excited about holding a little girl who is so happy to see me. We had a sweet time together while I fed her and played with her. After her first nap, I packed us up for a walk over to the Tempe Town Lake splash pad. A splash pad is basically a tiny little water park with water fountains spraying out of the ground or filling buckets hanging high in the air so as to ultimately dump cool water on heads down below.
This was our fourth time visiting the splash pad. Each time, Amelia gets more interested and cooperative. She is content to have me set her in a puddle near a tiny little fountain of water. It is a hot thirty minute walk over to the park so we are both ready for cool off in the water by the time we arrive. Amelia, though, was already half way to getting wet since she had peed her suit on the way over. I suppose it was a little too much to ask of a kid still in diapers.
We sat and splashed a little for fifteen minutes or so. We made friends with a few girls from a summer camp that was visiting the park for the morning. They gathered around to coo over Amelia.
Apparently, ten year old kids are incapable of grasping the concept of any age under one year old. I tried to tell them Amelia was five months old, but they kept asking if she was one. Finally I said she was not even one year old yet and she couldn't even eat food yet. "Oh! So she's zero!" Yes. I think maybe that was more difficult than it needed to be. Perhaps I need to familiarize myself with such conversations as I suppose I will be engaging in more of them when my own little girl is a few years older.
Soon we headed home and it was lunch and nap time for Amelia. The rest of the day was rather uneventful.
I recently learned how to give a bath successfully without half drowning my kid; my dear sister-in-law enlightened me. I filled the tub very little and laid Amelia on her back. She loved it. She played with her ducky and splashed and splashed and splashed. How is it that a baby splashing in the bath is so precious? Who knew splashing was such a big deal? And then it was bedtime. I turned the music on sleep so it would turn off an hour after I put her to bed. Exactly an hour later, after I was half-asleep, I heard a cry out of the darkness. I rolled my eyes and lay there for a minute. Finally, I went to her room, realizing that the music had probably stopped. I tip-toed in, pushed play again and stole back out. I haven't heard a peep since then. Although, thanks to that little incident, I am wide awake and can't go back to sleep. So I sit here, writing about our beautiful daughter. Perhaps sleep will come soon, because I have only until 7:00 tomorrow morning.
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