New Year’s Resolutions
My big resolution this year is to get uber-healthy. It's not like I'm a really unhealthy guy or anything, but I just don't want to let myself go. It's too easy now that I'm a parent to feel too tired to eat right and just order a pizza, or too tired to work out and just watch TV. But I really want to be around as long as possible for my daughter, and not just for her sake, but I really get terrified at the idea of ever being away from her, it won't matter if I'm 75 and she's 48 (or whatever the math is). It won't ever make me feel better no matter how old I am to think of a planet where I'm not around to protect her.
So that's my big resolution, get healthy, lose any of the fat around my mid-section, eat right, work out, live as long as humanly possible.
D.
Picture of the Day
I thought I'd throw up this new picture of the baby. I think she looks all knowing here, like she's up to something or she's plotting something against me. I can't explain it. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but my child is smart, maybe a little...too smart.
My Daughter Is Up to Something
D.
Ultrasound of My Baby Girl
My daughter is turning 1 years old in a few weeks, and I'm looking back at all of the videos of her, and I found this video of her ultrasound taken about four months before she was born. It's amazing to look back now and think of how we couldn't wait until we got to see her. It was all we could talk about. And even though she's here now and been here almost a year, we still can't really believe it.
Rambunctious, Tireless, Ever-Moving, Unstoppable Baby
Last night, Baby J. ran mouth-first into the ottoman in our living and cut open her lip. The ottoman is soft; it's essentially a big cushion that we have in place of a coffee table, and she still managed to hurt herself. She never stops moving.
Never ever stops.
This is what I get for being the same way as a kid. I used to run around the interior of the house, going around and around and around in circles, as if I had some sort of limitless energy supply, and while my mom or grandparents or whomever looked on at me and felt exhausted just seeing how much energy I was burning, I never stopped.
And neither will Baby J.
I feel like as part of the New Year, I need to get in tip-top shape just to keep up with my child. I have a feeling she's going to be a runner like I was. I have a feeling she'll be outrunning most adults before she's 3. Now, the trick for me will be staying as physically fit as possible so she can never outrun me.
It's that or I tie a rope to her waist and attach said rope to a pole in the middle of the yard so she just runs about in circles all day until she ties herself up against the pole.
D.
The Dreaded Molars
Ug...I knew this time would eventually arrive. I kept hoping it would come later. But it's come, now, Baby J.'s molars are on their way.
My poor daughter. She's miserable. Tired and cranky all the time. She has big bags under her eyes. I'm sure she isn't getting very good sleep. It was one thing when sharp, pointy teeth were poking through. It's pretty easy for those teeth to make their way to the surface. But molars?
I remember when my wisdom teeth came in. It was awful, and I was 16 years old. I was well equipped to deal with the pain of tooth eruption, but my little one, not even a year yet, she probably has no clue why her mouth feels like it's filled with hot pokers, or why every time she chews on something it's like biting into broken glass. She isn't sleeping well. She's tossing and turning all the time. After waking from a nap, she looks more tired than when she was originally put down. And it isn't long before she needs to go back to sleep.
I hope molars don't take too long to surface once they start. A couple days maybe? A week? If it's much longer than that, I think the poor girl will have a nervous breakdown.
D.
