Tuesday, July 28, 2015

A Charlottesville Debut


It's been a while.

Life is so different nowadays. Let's do a brief recap:

FORMERLY: I lived in DC where friends were plentiful and nearby, I had a job, saw a lot of my hubby, and had no baby.

PRESENTLY: I am living in North Carolina where I'm making friends slowly but surely, don't have a job, am not seeing so much of my hubby, and there's a baby.

Talk about different. I hope to eventually unpack those statements.

Baby girl currently is lying next to me on the floor with her legs in the air as she drools and makes girly squeals of delight. I love love love love love this babe. Sometimes I have no idea what to do with her, but she seems to be doing ok so I'm not too concerned.

Michael had to go to neurosurgery resident bootcamp this past weekend (woof), so Liza Love and I did the best thing ever and went to Charlottesville! It was high time that girl saw some of my roots.

There, she met a strong contender for her future hubby. (Arranged marriages are not dead.)

She checked out the Cville market.

She met some good people who have known her mother since her mother was her age.

LL spit up all over Frank after this

Annndd she got in the Hooville spirit.

It's the beginning of a long-lasting relationship with Liza Love and Charlottesville. Can't wait until she's sixteen twenty-one and we can drink wine at Pippin Hill!

Actually, I really don't wish she was twenty-one. I don't want her to be a day older than she is right now. It's no joke when people say how fast these babies grow. Sometimes, all I do for hours is sit on the floor with Liza Love and watch her coo and gurgle, kick and laugh, and chew on her hands and toes. Michael will come home from work and ask me what I did all day and I blankly stare at him with very little to say because my day consisted of hanging out on a little square blanket and squeezing LL's thighs (I can't get enough of her thighs) while kissing her neck every ten seconds.

All the while, Michael is assisting with craniotomies and tumor resections and diagnosing glioblastoma multiforme.

Talk about different ways we spend our days.

Visiting Michael at work

Just recently, I feel like I'm coming back to life a bit. Moving with a 3-month old in tow is mildly chaotic. I was an emotional wreck the week we moved and honestly don't think I was thinking straight. This continued for several weeks afterwards, so sitting on the floor and hanging with Liza Love was pretty much my max capacity. It's been two months since our move, and I feel like I'm finally coming out of the Mom Brain Fog (it's real) and can actually focus on other things instead of LL's squeezable thighs.

But she sure is delightful!

Toes for breakfast