Three Months Old and Still Cute as Hell
Baby’s crying real tears now. I never thought my heart could break from something other than a boyfriend dumping me. But when I look at this helpless little creature wailing and wailing with tiny tears in the far corners of her eyes, I want to cry to. It’s usually all about the boob so I can arrest her tears in a flash. It’s times like when Ryan clipped Sage’s thumb instead of her nail that kill me. The poor little thing cried so hard she almost couldn’t breathe. She was so exhausted that she slept the rest of the day and night.
The trauma is long over and she lives a fairly leisurely life- waking at 7 a.m., back to bed until 10 or 11 a.m. , swing in her chair in mommy’s office, nap, eat and get regular diaper changes. Sage isn’t rolling over or sitting up yet. Her latest milestone has been the occasional laugh. But she’s starting to reach out at objects and staying awake and aware for longer periods. Today must have been growth spurt day. She couldn’t go an hour without crying for more milk. I can’t keep up with the demand.
She’s still portable. We saw Babel last week; ate dinner at PF Chang’s and stopped into Ski Utah’s Snow Jam at the Gallivan Center. Though it wasn’t our scene AT ALL (skaterats and snowboarders), it got us out of the house. This week is a different story. We’re attending a wine dinner at Fleming’s. No, we’re not letting her taste- Ryan won’t let me- but she gets exposure to the ‘finer things.’
As for me, I’m tired; but that’s my own damn fault. I don’t go to bed when she does. Ryan and I are both nightowls. It doesn’t help that we are back up at 7 a.m. when she wakes.
Ryan’s been spending every weekend up at my place. Last weekend, we spent two days organizing the garage before it was too late (translation: winter hits). We installed Yakima’s Ground Control rack system and it transformed the space; or shall I say created space I didn’t know I had.
And not a moment too soon! Sage’s first winter began with a major snowstorm Saturday night. The resorts have more than 30 inches of base and Brighton opens Wednesday, with Alta following suit Thursday.
My hunt for a live-in sitter may have ended. A girl training for the Skeleton at the
Oy Sports Park is trading me her time in exchange for a room this winter. My ski season might not be thrashed after all!
Gotta shower and sleep. It’s been a long day. Toodles!
for recent pics of Sage: http://new.photos.yahoo.com/album?c=pcskigal&aid=576460762340005016&pid=&wtok=L1bDcgVWB0mBQn_xA6bjjg–&ts=1163493599&.src=ph