a general update on the state of my life
Spice is growing up fast! She's already cut four tiny little teeth that she uses to pretend she's a hamster while nibbling on carrots. She's also becoming extremely skilled in the Mother-Nipple Torture technique; I can see now why so many moms give up nursing when those little fangs come in. She's walking with the help of a hand, though there's still a lot of drunken-sailor in her gait. But the most fun of all is just how interactive she's become, rather like a cross between a Furby and Teddy Ruxpin. She's learned how to clap fairly efficiently, but waving to someone is still both hands wildly swinging in partially synchronized circles. Toys go in and out of other toys (like the rattle in the play tea kettle, or Mommy's keys into the bottom of the toy box), toys get banged on other toys, toys get ignored like other toys... you get the idea. In fact, the latest attention-grabbers I've been using to keep her occupied are the Great Outdoors ("no, love, we don't eat rocks - at least, not without soup") and various kitchen oddities ("surely a pastry blender is an age-appropriate toy!"). As you can tell, I have it spoilt and easy, and am still in the honeymoon phase of toddlerhood; I'll get back to ya in a couple of months!
I've also been sucked slowly back into work. Sure, it's less than part-time, and of course I'm not getting paid since it's for the start-up, but it's work and it has me both feeling productive and panicked. I'm loving the feeling that I'm part of something bigger than laundry or emptying the dishwasher, but panicked because I'm sure all my previous coding knowledge has either evaporated from my brain, or has been steadily dribbling out my breastmilk, take your pick. Which ever it is, it seems to not be in my head very much. The spouse-unit argues this isn't the case, but he hasn't witnessed me pouring dishwashing detergent into the washing machine. (Um, I hope not.) Still, I'm working on small fry stuff, nothing major or earth-shattering, like an iPhone app that's going to save humanity from evil blood-sucking aliens, or anything like that. Er. No, of course not.
Add to this a lovely upcoming visit from the MIL, venturing across the pond from Sweden, and my workaholic mother staying over the following weekend, plus upcoming international trips that need to be planned for, packed for, "stocked up on cat food for the feline monsters" for, and more. So, yeah, it's been busy, but with such lovely summer days as these oddly gray ones we've been having here in L.A., who hasn't been?
