Tuesday, December 11, 2007
I don't know if it's the meds or the extremely creepy 80 degree, muggy December, but I can barely motivate to get off the couch let alone address the bazillion chores, tasks and Things to Do that need to be done before years' end. 8:30 rolls around and I can barely be bothered to undress before collapsing in bed. I basically gave myself permission not to write this month, and while my creative spark is still alive (mom and I are making hand puppets and the holiday baking is in full swing), it suddenly feels very important that I watch Dirty Dancing on cable or take a bath instead of being productive when Harlow goes to sleep. Oh, but it must be said that Harlow watched Dirty Dancing with me. I believe that's the second time this year. She thinks Johnny Castle is dreamy.
You know what else she thinks is dreamy? Guacamole. She has started to master the fabled pincer grasp (her technique is reminiscent of my attempts to grab the plush toy with the metal claw) She'd much rather feed herself bits of puffed cereal than be spoonfed gloppy carrots, but as her success rate of food to mouth is about 8 to 1, she's not really eating a lot. So we made the mistake of taking her to the Beauty Shop for dinner and declaring - out loud - what an awesome baby she was. About 5 minutes later she was producing this whine/shriek that could only be silenced if guacamole was in her mouth. So we shoveled it in, and I alternated between pride that my girl was chowing down on the guac and being genuinely pissed off that she was eating more of it than me.
I don't know why I'm continually surprised by her changes. She's chattier than ever at home, but get her around a group of people and Harlow becomes Garbo, silent, moody, Swedish. It's all the more jarring watching her interact with Avery who could leave an auctioneer breathless.
Oh - she had her first piece of bread today. No big reaction, no angels chorus, but I'm writing this down for posterity's sake anyway. I've neglected to catalogue that she also had her first receipt, wad of cat hair and cardboard. I'm not sure which she enjoyed most.