It's been an interesting week here in the Family G household. I was away at the hospital doing my doula gig through the night on Monday and into mid-day yesterday, and so I've been sleeping as much as I can to make up for the missed night, a standard operating procedure for the doulas of the world.
Maia is a wonderful ball of electric toddler energy these days. Thanks to Nana Dawn, she loves to push carts and toy strollers in circles on the first floor of our house in very serious races. She pushes her little cart/wagon thing, and her competition pushes the toy stroller (often with a stuffed monkey or a book as its passenger), and the race goes around and around the house, with the staircase areas serving as the middle of the "O" of the racetrack. There will be much complaining and angst from Maia if you end the race before she's ready; she'll make repeated pleas along the lines of "Mama, push, stroller!" to make her case.
We've noticed that Maia has become quite persistent about her interests lately. Dare we call them daily obsessions? I think so. One hour it will be stroller and cart races. A couple hours later, she'll insist on wearing her sunglasses everywhere (inside, outside, in the car, at a restaurant, on the bike . . .). The next day her thing might be carrying around her little bag of supplies, or wearing her sparkly bead necklaces around her neck everywhere she goes. It makes for an interesting sight, I imagine, for strangers we pass on the street: there's Maia, with her curly hair, bright clothes and Converse tennis shoes, wearing five beaded necklaces, carrying a mini polka-dot lunchbox with a book inside, and perhaps even insisting on her white-plastic-rimmed sunglasses for some extra accessorizing.
She's added a few cool words to her vocabulary recently: straw, beets, polenta, burp, beads (the necklace obsession), plane, Esme, Obama, and meat. As of last count, she had about 140 words in her vocabulary.
Tomorrow is Maia's weekly day with Papa Stan, during which I'll get some time to myself to have coffee, read, get some paperwork done, and pay a visit to my client/family/baby at the hospital. Maia and Papa will probably take a bike ride, have a couple of meals here at home, and go to a park of some sort, with a naptime thrown in there for good measure.
There's more to say, but I'm feeling a bit of extra fatigue sinking in, and so I think it's time to sign-off for now.
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You can't give a description like that, and then NOT provide a picture!
I know how Maia feels - I go through phases of obsession, too. Right now, for example, I am obsessed with my black flat shoes. My gray flat shoes, which are really almost identical, are just NOT cutting it.
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