i think i got my first little taste of being mommy judged last night. tl;dr Jude is awesome and happy to entertain himself and i think some mom at the party thought we were attending thought we were neglecting our child.
i’m pretty sure Jude is going to be huge. twice in the past two weeks we’ve been around babies who are several months older but smaller than Jude. considering he was on the smallish side when he was born (6#8oz), he has more than made up for that and grown a ton. he’s always been in a high percentile for height and he’s definitely been packing on the pounds. 4 month checkup on Friday…guess we’ll find out then how big he really is!
my baby is going to be 4 months on the 23rd.
PT started last week and we’ve been doing a lot of “homework”. Jude hates all the exercises and it breaks my heart when he screams, but alas, it must be done.
Jude has figured out that i’m attached to my boobs. i think that before they were just there for him to eat and i was just mom, but now he’s put together that they are me. he now stops and looks up at me and smiles all the time while he is nursing, which is both beyond adorable and somewhat frustrating (because he needs to quit playing and eat!).
after weeks of blissful through-the-night sleeping, Jude hit a little growth spurt and began waking once or twice to eat in the night. fine, no big deal. but then, just when things were getting back to normal, this lingering cold he’s had flared up and for the past few nights has been waking himself (read: all of us) up coughing.
and finally, my big boy has been super handsy lately. he’s found his feet and he loves to grab any and everything. he pinches me and kicks me and squirms all around and i’m excited for/dreading the day when he rolls over and then gets up and starts running around.
i’m as obsessed with my baby as ever and wish you all could see him and squeeze his chubby thighs because really, he’s just the best.
“There are reasons why white gun’s rights activists can walk into a Chipotle restaurant with assault rifles and be seen as gauche nuisances while unarmed black men are killed for reaching for their wallets or cell phones, or carrying children’s toys.”—America Is Not For Black People, Greg Howard
Chris and i bought our third car together today (when did we become adults?). it’s our third Honda together and my fifth. i’ve never driven a car that didn’t have a H on the front.
i learned to drive on my dad’s old hatchback (during which time my brother says i gave him permanent damage due to the whiplash he endured in the back seat while i learned to ease the clutch). i named my first car, an 88 Accord, Blue Flash and took it to Ball State and drove it until both axles broke (truth) and my mom donated it to the salvation army, and then drove my “champagne” 92 Accord until it had well over 200k miles and i moved to DC and lived car-free for a few years. now i drive an 04 CRV and we just bought another Accord. RIP, little Fit. you were perhaps my favorite.
when i was in high school, friends would tease me because of my family’s “fleet of Hondas” parked on our driveway, but i was always thankful and liked the cars my parents bought (and gave us to drive) and now that i’m a grown person who is responsible for buying my own vehicles, i completely understand why they chose the cars they did. they both drive Civics now and my brother just bought a CRV so i guess you could say we’re a Honda family (well…Anne drives a Toyota, but that’s basically the same thing, right?).
no real point to this post. i guess i’m feeling nostalgic about my old cars? family values? emotional because i just wrote another gigantic check?
whatever the case, we finally got a car, i never want to deal with an insurance company again, Honda 4 ever, amen.