1. Hallelujah! We have finally reached that "magical mark": end of first trimester is here, people. I put magical in quotations because, let's face it, there's no clean line of demarcation between the trimesters. First trimester symptoms can linger long into your second, and even third, and sometimes the aches, pains, and discomforts come far earlier than the magical date ushering in that last term. Still, it feels really good to have passed a significant milestone. This pregnancy seems to be just inching itself along. I had thought Eliza's first trimester had been long. Nothing doing. Miserable? Yes. Was I ready for all the sickness to go away? Um, yup. But this one is just simply dragging it's feet. If I were to choose a time for it to do so, it would be this next trimester, typically your most comfortable. Now, just watch time start to fly. Until July, that is.
2. We are currently trying to encourage Simon to stand and start walking. Actively encourage. I can hear some of you out there: "Wait, do you really want to encourage greater mobility?" If it means that less constant contact with the floor/ground means he'll be putting less stuff in his mouth, absolutely. If it means more independence and less for me to carry on a constant basis, definitely. If it means my baby no longer being my baby, well, no, actually. However, Someone is going to usurp that position in about six months, anyways, so I might as well face the music. So far he will not consciously stand on his own. Instead he slowly drops to the ground. More and more, though, we have caught him unconsciously standing without support: he lets go to hold onto a toy with boy hands; he reaches for something a little farther out of his reach and will let go to step closer. It's rare, but it's a joy to watch, even to see his surprised expression when he realizes he's on his own. The thing we have to watch now is that he's a climber...
3. Eliza has developed a new favorite pastime: making Mom play a variety of music videos from Disney (especially our beloved Phineas and Ferb) so she can dance. She's not as interested if we simply put on Pandora or play CDs, though I hope to change her mind eventually. It's fun to watch her boogie. She's got more hip action than most of the contestants on Dancing with the Stars. She's especially interested in trying to mimic the dancing on the video, which produces some very interesting moves. If most of this didn't happen with her in just a diaper (her favorite mode of dress these days), I'd consider posting it. But I prefer my children to be modestly dressed when featured on the internet. Alas, you'll have to take my word for it.
4. Garden plans are beginning. It's about the only thing that makes me excited for the coming summer: fresh produce. I need to find a good salsa recipe. We unexpectedly got a bunch of fresh tomatoes and I made some salsa. I didn't really care for it. Far too much like pico de gallo. I jarred it and stuck it in the freezer to wait while I ruminate on how to improve it. And the search goes on for a salsa recipe we like. I'm also stockpiling recipes for other garden produce. I'm a little intimidated about the prospect of a baby during the middle of canning season, but we'll make due. I might be calling in reinforcements. My biggest hope for the garden this summer is that our pumpkins will survive this year. I so badly want to make my own pumpkin puree and pumpkin butter! We shall see.
5. Today is my half-birthday. According to Nick, he's never heard of anyone referring to their half-birthdays. I know people who actually celebrate them in small ways. It was always just an anecdote for conversation in my family. We might sing "A very merry half-birthday" to the Un-Birthday Song from the animated Disney's Alice in Wonderland. Maybe. It's got me thinking about marking the kids' half-birthdays somehow. Perhaps an ice cream cone. Or a new book. Something small, no parties. It's just a fun way of saying, "It's been half a year already! Look at how much you've grown!" We'll see. A very merry half-birthday to me.
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