Life cycles

So much has happened in the last few weeks. Tim's gramma passed away. I unfortunately didn't know her for very long, but she was always very kind, generous, and loving every time I saw her. She meant the world to Tim, and it is an understatement to say that this is a very great loss. Tim has told me countless stories of spending summers and much loved family gatherings with his gramma... I pray for him and his family daily to find comfort and peace. His gramma was very loved, and many people came to give their final respects. Tim has found some peace knowing that his gramma and grandpa are together again.

Tempting the fates and a little ditty

Yesterday was Mother's Day, and it was fantastic :) In addition to the caricature that Tim had done for me, he got me a card from himself, and August got me a card as well! Tim helped her sign it, and it was the sweetest thing I've ever received. All these years I never realized how much a card can mean. It seems like such a simple gesture, but when I opened up that card and I saw this painstakingly scribbled little signature that Tim helped August write, I almost cried. I got to see my mother and my sister Sarah -- that, of course, is always good. I love my family more than anything, and will always put them first.

Unfortunately this past week, I have made the greatest mistakes one can make when one has a six-month-old. I have tempted the gods and they have smote me down -- I ignored the SCHEDULE! If you're a mother, you know what a disaster this is. I haven't gotten more than four hours of sleep a night since I committed this grievance. I didn't even think we had a schedule! But we did, oh boy, did we ever. You'd think that messing up the schedule wouldn't be that big of a deal; that it would only affect the baby, and she could just catch up on sleep throughout the day...no, life is FAR too cruel for that. That day after her shots was residue from the shots themselves, but now she's acting ALMOST the same way, and I am the perpetrator. I am the evil being that has brought this hell down upon us... well, Tim helped. From now on, I swear I will do my best to get us home at a decent hour, for the torture that awaits me if I don't, is not to my liking. The worst part about it isn't the sleep (or lack thereof), it's the change in August herself. My sweet little girl who's always so happy becomes a hellion of dangerous proportions -- she whines, she screams, she won't sleep, she asks me "why can't I have a cell phone mom? I'm a mature woman. I've got a new boyfriend -- he's 35, he did live with his mother until he was arrested now he's in jail, and he wants to become a family", then she marches around the house in the pair of shoes I told her not to buy because they are inappropriate while periodically screaming in a pitch that the highest soprano cannot hit.



Interesting sidenote, I have a voice recognition software program that I am running. August woke up and is being whiny again -- so I left it running, and let it record what it thinks August is saying.

E. will go a all know are well and will and we will no know him and will you we know you will will I know that our will is and you know you are a new will will will will will will will you do will will will you to you and you are in and you are a

I think she could be a songwriter in this day and age.

I suppose we're the Pittman monarchy now

August has made a lot of progress in these last two weeks. She started babbling, she even says “dada” sometimes-but I don't think she's actually referring to Tim; I think it's just sounds still.Tim loves it, and he maintains she's speaking just for him. I fear this is a sign of times to come. When she's 15 and complaining for 13 straight hours on why I wont allow her to wear a miniskirt to school...yup; I have a feeling it's going to eventually lose it's charm. She rolled the first time, and luckily, I was able to catch it on the video camera. She started sleeping through the night and taking her naps in her crib, and she's been great about eating from a spoon-last night was her first day with applesauce. So here we are, rolling, eating, sleeping, and talking. I love the sleeping, and I like the eating. The talking worries me because, well, because she's my daughter; and if she's anything like me, I'm in for it. but, the rolling might be the scariest milestone of them all thus far. I mean, has anyone even seen my house? This place is like a giant caution sign! Electronics everywhere, wires hanging, candles, videogame systems, you name it. If it's something your mother would say "no, no, don't touch", it's at perfect eye level here. The one good thing I can say, is that we don't have knives and cleavers on the floor -- look at how responsible we are!

Tim is doing great. While he, like everyone else who has worked in a call center, is unable to love their job, he does well at it. He just got a raise, which, in the land of Bank of America, is like being handed a scepter and declared the King of the universe. All hail Tim, his calls have a real quality. I'm very proud of him, and he deserves all that and much more (Even if he does constantly steal my iPhone when I'm not looking). He mowed the lawn the other day... very momentous occasion if you ask me -- the first mowing of our very first lawn as a family. I took pictures. Can I just say one thing? How come no one told me that a guy becomes infinitely more attractive while he's doing yard or house work?





Everything is boringly the same for me; I'm still looking for a job, ideally I would find something to earn a little income from home so I can stay with August as much as I can. I'm trying very hard not to be too much of an overprotective mother, but I don't see any problem being cautious about what she puts in her mouth. I don't want her eat chips and salty foods. Since it's easier because I only have one child, I'd like to keep her eating as healthy as possible. Well, August just woke up, wow, she napped for two hours... that's a record for her.