The State of my Union

I am happy. Happier than I've ever been...on most days. When Maya's happy and showing it, I'm even happier. When she rolls over and celebrates, even more.

I make things plural a lot too. Sleepies, foodies, Mommies, Daddies, blankies, bottles, washies, diapers, poopies, pee-pees, wee-wees, droolies, crusties, burpies, doggies, kitties...

Apparently I add syllables to words that didn't have them previously which seems counter-productive for a mini-being that's attempting to learn them. She must think all words sound alike and are obscenely long.

If you can say "doggie", you can say "dog". I should probably just say dog. And eventually, she can choose to say dog or doggie.

During the day, but especially at night, things start to break into periods of 3-5 hours. I think in feeding cycles. I wonder what it felt like when time was fluid.

I desperately look forward to going out with friends and having some time outside of the house-- the park has long since gotten boring-- but if I'm out too long, or the time begins to creep towards 10pm, I can no longer relax and feel like I'm missing out on my time with Maya. My own mind won't even let me relax.

During the day, I don't do enough. But by the night, it seems like I've tried to do too much. I probably need to exercise. I don't understand when that would happen.

Today is a bumming day. It's of my own creation, 'cause Maya is behaving well as usual. I feel badly I can't follow suit.