Today was a good day, finally. We only had a little bit of sadness in the morning. I shouted for joy when I found out that Mark Consuelos would be co-hosting Live with his wife tomorrow, as he did today. I love Michael, but Mark Consuelos is also fantastic. Yes, it is ridiculous to care that much. Anyway, I exclaimed when I knew that Mark would be on the show tomorrow as well and it startled Zoe, putting her in a bad mood for a little bit. There was some thunder this morning too, that also concerned her. After her afternoon nap, she was in a great mood for most of the night. She's so cute and snuggly.
Last week she was unusually clingy and pulling at her ears, I thought it was teething. On Friday, she got a low grade fever. Because she is prone to UTIs, I was worried that if I didn't take her in to the doctor, we would be stuck in an ER waiting forever while I had another Terms of Endearment moment with the admitting staff. It's a good thing I took her to the doctor. Her ears were infected, my poor baby. We had to check her urine anyway, just to be safe. The girl did NOT have to pee. I offered her water every other minute and even resorted to taking the top off her sippy cup. She loves to drink from a cup like a big girl. Needless to say, there ended up being more moisture on the front of her shirt than in her diaper. After watching about half of Toy Story 2, she peed. I forgot how much I love that movie. No UTI. Yay! Hurting ears, ouch.
Over the past couple of weeks there has been a lot of screaming, crying and whining. Most of the time I have been good at keeping my cool, but yesterday we both broke down in tears. Some people know that if I am very hungry my mood changes. I like to call it hanger, angry when hungry. The only people that usually see this are my close relatives. Poor Nate. Anyway, it seems to be that Zoe, like her mommy, suffers from this condition. She screamed until I gave her dinner and then when I gave her the food, she put too much in her mouth and I had to fish it out. That lead to more crying, mommy and baby.
Woody looked like how I felt last night.
I can't imagine what she must be going through not being able to communicate what she wants. Everyone knows that I am a talker. Even when I am not talking, it is obvious how I feel about something. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I can't imagine what it would be like if I couldn't communicate my wants or feelings to the people who are taking care of me.
I know one day she will be talking my ear off and telling me her every feeling at every moment of the day. It will be wonderful and crazy. She will be stubborn because she is the product of two stubborn first-born parents. She will sing and talk. Nate is going to have a run for his money with all the talking in our home.
We will all survive this rough patch. It really isn't all that rough anyway. It is rough by our standards.
At the end of the day, she is the sweet girl that falls asleep in our arms. We go to bed and say to each other, our bug is so cute. I then say, "I miss her." The cycle continues.
Being a parent is awesome, frustrating and terrifying. I recommend it.
I know you all click on my blog for pictures, so here are some.
Loving life because she is eating Mac N Cheese. My girl!
She won't let me make dinner these days. All mommy, all the time. So, she hung out on my back.
She got upset last week because I told her not to throw her food on the floor.
She's still my beautiful baby and I love her so.
That's all for now. God is good!
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