Thursday, April 16, 2009

and so we begin....

Little Miss' first daily picture -- April 16, 2009

I realize that most (okay, all) of our family is out of state. And looking at her yesterday, I realized that Lil Miss is already growing. So I decided to start a blog. I will do my best to post at least once a day, even if it's just to post a picture. That's my goal for this year. From today forward, I want to take at least one picture every day of Lil Miss, to show how she's growing.

So this will probably be mostly about Angelynn. And, well, because I'm writing it (she's twenty two days old, you can't expect her to be writing yet! (c: ) it will have lots of me in it too. Learning. Getting a grasp on this whole "being a full time mom" thing (let's just say it's very different. Not that I don't love it, it's just...different). There will probably be days I'm stressed out (I'm me). I might vent (hey, again, I'm me). But I'm also rave about how smart our little one is (she's trying to laugh -- seriously, you can see that she wants to but doesn't know how) and how cute and everything she does.

So yeah. This is "Growing Up Southernmost" and I'll try and keep up with it!

Today is going to be a test for us both -- in about an hour and a half, we're catching a bus and going to work. Going down to the office to meet with Charles about some of the projects he wants me to work on and then, well, Mommy will be working. Let's hope Lil Miss does well.

We had a long morning.

You know that scene in Look Who's Talking where the baby is "saying": "I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M CRYING BUT I'M CRYING!!!!!" (or something like that?) Yeah -- I think that's what Lil Miss was thinking this morning. Nothing worked. She wasn't wet. She wasn't cold. She wasn't hot. She wasn't hungry. I don't think she was tired. I tried everything and she just wanted to cry.

It was stressful.

It's over now. She's asleep and seems to have gotten out whatever she needed to cry out. But let me tell you, that was a LONG morning. I don't like those mornings. I can deal with the night terrors cause at least I know what's WRONG and I can wake her up and calm her down. This? Nothing worked. She was just a grumpy butt for an hour and a half. *sigh* Babies. I wish I could read her mind (but hey -- I do pretty well, I think. At least I try to).

1 comment:

  1. We enjoy reading this every nigt. We love learning about her and you guys.Barbie will see you all soon! Good night.

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