Take your mark

Oblige me for a moment while I relive the first twenty-six weeks of Norah A. Babysaurus’ life in photos (minus the crying and spitting up and crying), which doesn’t have much to do with the rest of this post.

She turned six months old a week ago. Today, she’s scooting around on her bottom. Next month, she’ll be asking for the car keys.

This means that several of the fairly important home projects that we planned to do but couldn’t do before she was born and haven’t had time for in the months since she was born are becoming critical. These projects tend to fall into at least one of three categories:

Safety, Organization, Mental Health

So next week, Keith and I are taking some time off of work-work to put Norah A. Babysaurus in daycare and do home-work. I have big hopes although we don’t yet have a solid plan, which I think is key to succeeding at an undertaking of this magnitude. I’m excited. And nervous. Excited to finally have the time we need, but nervous that my lofty goals for the end result are just too lofty. We may actually end up sleeping all day.

However, I’m pleased that I can finally start talking about some of those goals I mentioned before. (Remember those? Neither do I.)

Safety. This will be one of our primary goals for next week, and probably the most important because now that she’s (awkwardly) self-propelled, Norah A. Babysaurus seems to have her sights set on practically everything really expensive and/or hazardous. Creating a safer home environment will involve more than just covering outlets and hiding electrical cords, though. There’s climbable furniture, breakables, and general crap without a proper place to consider. Which brings me to my next point.

Organization. The big focus here will likely be the kitchen and the craft room (if I’m lucky). I’ve already identified a few kitchen cupboards that have been neglected for too long, and with all these extra bottles and spoons and dishes and cans of formula, we really need the space. And the craft room? Ah. And the laundry closet? Eh. And our bedroom? Oh.

Mental Health. This mostly includes general catching up and seasonal chores, sorting through clothes, some aesthetic touches, and — most importantly — holiday decorating (and shopping. Online.). After the October I’ve just had, I’m shooting for the least amount of stress possible in December. WHERE IS THE TIME GOING?!

So that’s the executive summary! We have one more (fun) commitment to get out of the way, and then we’ll be ready to attack this beast. When we have an actual plan, I’ll try to share it, along with a report of how we did at the end of the week. Or whenever. In the meantime, I’ll be accepting good-luck wishes, friendly advice and/or encouragement, and applications for a laundry put-awayer.

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Election Day!

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I happen to be one of those people who gets really excited about the act of voting, grinning like the Cheshire Cat on my way from the car to the firehouse as if it’s Christmas. This year, however, I realized that it probably doesn’t actually have anything to do with freedom and democracy so much as that it’s the one day every two years that actually glorifies the act of checking things off lists. This year was particularly exciting because Marylanders had seven (seven!) questions to vote on. I nearly squealed with glee when I opened the sample ballot. SO! MANY! CHECKMARKS!

So it would follow that I was anxious to have Norah A. Babysaurus join us at the polls because I want us to be one big, happy voting family. She even got her own “I Voted” sticker because no one on the planet can resist a cute little babbling baby in a puffy coat, not even election volunteers. And she’s really the brains behind this whole operation, after all.

Most importantly, this week Vanilla Bean has added consonant-vowel combinations to her vocabulary, and she’s happily joining in with our everyday conversations. Why, just yesterday, my dad and I were having a lively discussion about the elections:

G-Bob: Blah blah Democrats bleh blip! Blahblah blah blabbety bloip!

Me: Blippety blee ethics blah blah morality bleh bloop. Blip bleep blop blah!

Norah A. Babysaurus: BAH BAH BAH! Behbeh! Beh! Dah! Da! Bah! Bahbah bah bah bah!

Now that I think about it, she’s almost ready to start campaigning for the U.S. Senate. She already knows how to win every room.