byfirstlight's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She can almost sit up by herself! So Isabella is [thisclose] to sitting up all by herself. If we sit her up, she can stay for long periods of time without falling over, but she can't sit up on her own if she's laying down - yet. But like I said, [thisclose]. I haven't uploaded any pictures lately. I have a bunch on my camera, but they have yet to make it to my computer. Or, actually, Adam's computer. I don't have the drivers for our digital camera installed on my computer, and I'm too lazy to change that. Oh well. Her 6 month Walmart pictures will be ready on the 24th. I'm so excited. She's actually smiling in them, and she just looks so darling in her little pink and white dress with her matching little shoes. I love dressing her up in disgustingly frilly little girly dresses and tights that have the ruffles on the butt, and putting matching barrettes in her hair. I rue the day she'll reject these things, because she just looks so darn cute! But she will. I know it. I did. My mom used to dress me up, and I started refusing around age two. I'm pretty sure Isabella will do the same, and probably at a younger age. She's much more stubborn than me. Adam doesn't want it to happen. He loves dressing her like a little princess. He wants her to be "dainty" forever. Ha. I hate to break it to him, but she isn't "dainty" now! She just looks like it. But in all honesty, she's like an ox. She doesn't startle easy or cry if she whacks herself on the head with her toys or if she falls backwards when sitting up. She just doesn't. It doesn't seem to phase her at all. That's a good thing, I guess, because I don't want her to be a wimp like me. EVERYTHING hurts me, just about. I had a dream I was in labor with #2 last night. It was awful. They made me get an epidural even though I didn't want one, and it really hurt! That's probably because the needle was about as thick as a pencil. Ick. I woke up before the baby was born, so I don't know what I had, but I do remember I was biting my pillow in pain in the dream just like I did when I was in labor with Isabella, and when I woke up my pillow was wet and my jaw was tired. I wonder if I thrashed about as well? Isbella was so CRANKY this morning. She woke up at 4:30, and Adam stayed up with her until 5:30, and then he went back to bed and I watched her. She was extreeeemely cantankerous. She didn't want to watch Skinnamarink, which she normally loves. She didn't want to play in her exersaucer or her walker. She didn't want to sit on the floor and play with her other toys. She didn't want to be held. She didn't want to swing. She didn't want to be put in bed. She didn't want to dance (she usually loves that). She didn't want to be rocked. She didn't need a diaper change, and she wasn't hungry. She needed to go back to sleep, but she didn't want that either. Ugh. It was not a fun hour and fifteen minutes. I FINALLY got her back to sleep at 6:45, and then I was able to go back to sleep as well. Until 7:30. That was nice. And now I'm here. At work. With nothing to do. Blah. 10:08 a.m. - 02.20.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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