Waiting and Talking

Sometimes I wish baby girl (shall I call her Lu'au?) would talk. I try to interpret her cries - "Mama, I am ti-red!", "I'm bored", "Can a girl get food around here?"... I try to fit my words into each one of her outbursts.

My neighbors joke that with their kids they could discern the cries to mean #4, #7, and #2... (Surely this cry means #3) unfortunately, they never received the manual to interpret what #4, #7, and #2 meant.

At times I wish Lu'au could tell me what she wanted, what's going on in her world. If she really thinks the cereal we've started to feed her tastes terrible. If she just wants to be held sometimes. If she's not frustrated with her tummy time, instead she feels the burn of the ab workout she's getting.

I'm so excited to know what she thinks... but then again, can you imagine what a baby would say if they could talk upon birth? That's where the fun really starts... "I hate this outfit", "Holy cow! Those are MY knees?", "I have a huge poop coming and this diaper doesn't stand a chance to contain it all"... the possibilities are endless when you add those to the basic needs of sleep, food, etc.

God must have had a plan in not letting babies speak until they are about one year old. Can you imagine all of the whining that could take place? All of the confusion... And what language would it have been?

I kind of wish that I would have a little more waiting involved when I speak. Sometimes I say really dumb, hurtful things. I say a lot of things just to not have silence. I've never been particularly eloquent - words don't come naturally for me. Perhaps I should take a cue from Lu'au and wait a while before I speak... but maybe not a whole year...

Miscellaneous catch-up

DH and I have had some exciting times lately - like reaching the 100,000 mile -mark on the XTerra.
DH and I at a Vanderbilt/Kentucky football game. Vanderbilt lost.

Notice how most of the fans are dressed in blue (the game was against Kentucky) and that you can see the Nashville "Parthenon" from Vandy Stadium... I guess Nashvillians like to boast that "their" Parthenon is still intact. Whatever.

And just for reference, the Greek Parthenon as we saw it about 4 months ago.

This was on our drive, somewhere in the Midwest. Look at the line underneath "Daisy Thrift Store" - let's hope they were trying to be funny. What exactly are they selling?


My friends Dave, Jen, and baby Anna. Anna was born on my birthday... well, forescore and a few years after me.

I got my hair cut today - and as my sister says, I can no longer pull off the "Eve in the garden" look. Too bad.

We're so blessed :)