OVER A YEAR AGO, when Audrey was born, I started a series of alphabet posts that I thought would help to inspire my writing as I tried to capture the experience of being a new mom. I really thought I'd get through the 26 posts in no time flat. But here I am OVER A YEAR LATER, with four letters to go. I left off somewhere around our family vacation to Aruba... and really since then (or maybe even before that), my blogging has sucked. And that depresses me. So here I am, time to finish what I started and move on...
W. Wild child. Audrey is a wild child. She's got unlimited energy, no time for naps, and is on the go go go. All the time. She can also be immensely sweet. Like when she kisses me on the lips and makes a "mmmmuah" noise or when she points to her tummy and tries to say "bellybutton". But most of the time she's a wild child. Like today, she threw a legit temper tantrum. For no apparent reason. I mean, I know what she wanted (to nurse... I know what you're thinking: "Kate, she's over a year old." "Are you going to be like that lady on Time magazine?" "If you are, I'm not going to be your friend." I understand your perspective), but there was no reason for her to flail about and bury her head in my thigh as though sometime really horrible had just happened. I was fully planning to give her what she wanted (more on this whole still-nursing-thing another time) just not in response to her screaming. So I walked away. I walked away from my wild child, left her with her dada, and half cried half laughed. She stopped crying a few minutes later (I think she was distracted by Toby puking on the floor) and I walked back into the room and offered my wild child what she wanted. She nestled into me. I nestled into the couch. And for 20 minutes, she stared into my eyes, twirled her hair, hummed to herself and was the most unwild child I could ever hope for.
X. and O. and X and O. Many millions of these to my husband to celebrate our 4 years of marriage. Hard to even believe all that has happened in the last 4 years. No, actually, hard to remember.
"Y is it hard to remember, Kate?" you ask? "Well, friends, it's because I'm so goddamn
Cop-out. So what. Leave me alone. I'm going to bed. I have to wake up at 6 am to nurse my 1 year old.