why holidays are so often high
it's cold here. dropped below freezing. what am i supposed to do all day long? what is one supposed to do when it's too cold to take your 7-month-old outdoors and you don't have cable and your external hard drive is dead so you have no more music and your computer is riddled with viruses so it accesses the interweb only at a geologic pace leaving you stranded and alone in your own home with a cranky baby in a not-very-heated apartment because the developer cut little corners like, oh, INSULATION and you have no friends and are therefore slowly going totally insane? WHAT DOES ONE DO?
the peak of the week so far was therefore dragging the baby from brooklyn to ass-nowhere upper east side. we went to see the hemangioma surgeon on monday. he is so fancy that he takes no insurance and therefore we paid him $300 to tell us what we already know: he could operate to remove the growth. or not. up to us. we could wait to see if it resolves on its own since it's responding well to laser treatment. or he could go in there and cut it out at 12 or 18 months. yes, well, thanks. we knew that. so i guess we'll revisit the issue at her first birthday party. if i live that long.
the baby turned seven months old officially on monday. lucky seven. she's sleeping through the night again; we've reached a detente in the Nap Wars. she's eating solids like a champ. she sits up. she has teeth on top and on bottom and, to her mother's delight, routinely mistakes nipples for bubble gum. she shows no interest in crawling, she wants to WALK.
we went to a little holiday party over the weekend hosted by some mom in mrs nice guy's neighborhood mom's group. to my unceasing astonishment, i find i truly relish going to kids' parties. they're more fun than parties attended solely by adults -- mostly because i hate my peers, enjoy children and love alcohol. so any occasion for sanctioned drinking with kiddies is high on my to-do list. happy holidays! my life is so tiny and pathetic now that when one of the moms remarked that our baby is hitting all her milestones earlier than the other babies i thought to myself DAMN STRAIGHT. SHE CAN KICK YOUR BABY'S ASS.