Domestic Bliss

May 16th, 2008

I’m sitting here at my desk. Stevel is at his desk, too, behind me. Vibble’s asleep in her swing in between us. She just farted in her sleep and then made a little gasping sound, and Linus, asleep in the sun under her swing, woke up briefly to look around for the source of the noise.

Steve’s working from home today. This is because we had a pediatrician appointment. Despite her incredible and irresistible chubbiness, the kid weighs not quite 12 pounds. This is a healthy weight, but we had estimated higher.

She has two new Snoopy Band-Aids on her thighs. The shots were clearly painful but, as Stevel points out, not as painful as polio.

The doctor asked if she changes the position of her head when she sleeps. Um. Yes. Because she is a Steveling who makes little anxiety sounds in her sleep and moves her head back and forth, back and forth, thereby creating, maintaining, and always growing this astonishing bald spot on the back of her head.

I don’t mean to imply that Stevel has a bald spot, just that she, like him, sleeps in an anxious state. Like him, she can also be difficult to awaken, unless she is actually not all that asleep, in which case, she’s happy to abandon sleeping in order to talk to us instead. Like when she’s fallen dead asleep at midnight and I tenderly lay her in her bassinet, and her little eyes pop open and then promptly squeeze almost shut to make room for her big baby-grin, and she laughs up at me, and from the other side of our bed Stevel says, “What’s up with Violet?”

In other news, I had a decent Mother’s Day. Vibble gave me two diaper bombs of baby crap. Thoughtful.

Her ears are getting bigger, by the way. And sticking out. Somehow she is still the damn cutest baby around. Everywhere we go, we are set upon by admiring women and men alike. Vibble is charming and grins on cue. Stevel finds it most disturbing to be out someplace holding her and turn around to unexpectedly find two or three middle-aged women bent toward his shoulder-level. Recently in a restaurant, this happened no fewer than three times. When we’re out in public, we hear frequent exclamations of her cuteness. I keep trying to teach her to thank these people, but she is a rude baby. Very rude.

And now a glimpse into our domestic bliss.

4 Responses to “Domestic Bliss”

  1. Abigail Says:

    She is darn cute! Now you just need to work on her manners. ;)

  2. Dad Says:

    Miss Manners, lives in Santa Monica. She is obviously tired with the papparazi following her every move. Move over Britenay and Lindsey, there is a new celeb in town.

    That cute little grandaughter of mine..Violet!

  3. ma Says:

    She’s a cutie, that’s for sure! Don’t worry about the bald spot – they go away after awhile and new hair will grow in there. The only time you have to worry is if it ALL falls out. Then she’s not getting enough of something.

    Does her laughing make you laugh, too? In one of your photos, it looks like she might be laughing. And you said that she laughs up at you at night. I can’t WAIT to hear her laugh! Baby’s laughter is SO contagious! Your laughter used to always make me laugh, too.

  4. ma Says:

    By the way, I have a recording of your first laugh, if you ever want to hear it. I was making a cassette tape of all of your little cooing sounds for your grandparents, who lived in London at the time, and I just happened to catch your first laugh on there. I never sent it too them – just kept it. (Aren’t moms silly?)

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