Wednesday, July 30, 2008


Total shitstorm at work last week. Poor blog -- always the last to know.

I had about 48 hours to draft a brief in response to an "emergency" ex parte motion. Emergency my ass. Basically, someone's overdeveloped sense of entitlement meant that I had to miss my baby's bedtime AND miss my day off.

Well, that poor fool learned in a big hurry that you don't mess with Mama Bear. Don't get me wrong -- I love to win for its own sake -- but if you get between me and my cub I will do everything I can to make you bleed.

Gabby's had a busy week as well, babbling up a storm (for some reason she says "da-da-da-da-da" when she's happy and "maaaaammmmmaaaaaaa" when she's really sad), figuring out the whole crawling thing (she's progressed to the combat crawl), and mastering the pincer grip (ouch!).

When Gabby's busy, that's great. When I'm busy, not so much.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

On The Move

Gabby's been a busy little beaver this week. On Monday, I came home from work and Meghann, our fabulous babysitter, said excitedly, "Look at what she can do!" She put her on the floor and put a toy in front of her. Gabby picked herself up into a push up, but then, instead of doing her usual worm action, she managed to get a knee under herself and propel forward. Atomic then told me she'd made it across the floor of his studio.

It's not like I missed her first steps or anything, but it made me a little sad.

By Tuesday night, Gabby decided that she didn't like sleeping on her back anymore. We still put her down on her back, but now she sighs, grunts, and flips over, and sometimes folds her arms in front of her and rests her head on them.

This morning she figured out how to use the adorable "Giddy-up" jumperoo we got her. She beamed and squealed as she bounced and bounced and the jumpy made galloping noises.

Oh, and she cut a second tooth.

This is going really fast. The dizzying speed of it really makes me appreciate bedtime, when all I can do is hold her and nurse her and cuddle her. I can't multitask when I'm putting her to bed. It's all about the two of us being in that moment, just staring at each other and hanging out together. And when she finally falls asleep and slumps into me, her total trust in me brings out the fiercest and tenderest feelings I have ever experienced.

She's my little girl. She's my big girl. She's a part of me, and separate from me. It's all quite confusing, actually, and rather wonderful.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

A Few Things I've Learned As A Working Mom

It's only been a couple of weeks, but I think I'm getting the hang of this. Somewhat. I have learned a few tips and tricks along the way, which I'd like to share with all of you:

  1. Part-time schedules are for suckers. They mean that you get less money and less time to do the same amount of work.

  2. I am a sucker. Despite point number 1, I willingly slog through the mountains of work while living for those blessed Wednesdays with my Peanut.

  3. It is possible to cram twelve pounds of crap into a five pound bag if you're really determined and don't mind getting a bit messy.

  4. Planning ahead really works. Who knew?

  5. Sometimes it's ok to raid the rainy day fund when it's only partially cloudy.

  6. If it doesn't result in a trip to the ER, an overdrawn checking account, an insurance claim, or an involuntary change in employment status, you're doing it right.

  7. An effective way to exceed expectations is to lower the expectations.

  8. Bonus points are rarely, if ever, awarded for suffering in silence or taking one for the team.

  9. Being Terribly Busy does not make me Terribly Important, or Terribly Smart. Often it just makes me Terrible.

  10. Smile when you say no, and try to say it every day.

  11. Guilt is for sissies.
More lessons to follow, I'm sure.