Baby Torture aka Tummy Time

The sound of pissed off baby ring loudly in our house tonight.  The dreaded tummy time our little dear absolutely loathes with every essence of her 16lb being.  I honestly believe this kid will start walking before she crawls to spite us for all the tummy time.

In other news our babe has a helmet.  Yes, flat head has hit our household.  I'm trying to embrace it but it's so hard when your kid looks like Tron Guy. Egad! On a serious note, it's hard not to feel like a failure.  I try to remind myself it's because she sleeps so soundly.  She rarely moves her noggin during her numerous baby naps. Additionally she was working with an extra malleable preemie head.

Today I went out with baby.  It's rare thing for me unless there is a Doctor's appointment or other similar required event.  I was doing great and little girl was on her best behavior.  I went to three places, two of which were actually almost leisure activities. While I'm at Saver's on senior discount day.  And then it happens this old lady flat out looks at baby and laughs in my face.  I was so astonished that I just stared and smiled like some sort of Mommy robot.  What in the hell do you do when someone is a complete ass?

I know this lady doesn't understand how hard it is for me to get out of the house.  Let alone with the helmet of guilt proudly displayed for all the world to judge.  The reality is she's one of the few turds in this world that tried to ruin my day.

So I'll pack away my issues and instead thank science for the helmet that will fix baby's oddly-shaped head into the beautiful melon it was meant to be.

Warp Speed

It's almost 7 months since I've had my baby and it seems like time has gone into warp speed.  I've never experienced anything like it.  This must be why my parents say "you're HOW old" every time one of their kids has a birthday.   Sure, we think nothing of it.  Parents just being parents.  Well I finally get it and I'm only 6 months and 3 weeks into parenthood.  She's eating solids! Before I know it she'll be calling me Mama and it's game over.

Not only will I have to come to terms with the fact that someone is calling me Mom but I'll really be someone's Mother.  That's when I'll officially belong to her and with that I realize with each milestone a little piece of my ego slips away.

Every second hinges on this little being.  For instance, she's learning to eat solids and these little mouthfuls are like small miracles.  Sometimes I catch myself holding my breath as I wait for her to open wide for the spoon--and when she does my heart skips a beat.