Sasha at Ten Months
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
This past month has been quite the rollercoaster. As you all know, my dad died. We had a beautiful memorial service two weeks ago at Scripps (looking out onto the ocean) where we honored his memory with racy jokes, dirty stories, and lots of delicious food. Many of his buds of 50+ years spoke although none of 'em gave as humurous a speech as my brother or me. We really carried the show, I think. Naughty grin. When I go, this is the kind of ceremony I want....Well, there could be a little more wailing and beating of the chest. I like drama. Sasha behaved through most of it. She chirped frequently but I think she just wanted to orate, also. It was fabulous to see my family again. Sasha got to meet all the relatives. Uncle Gloria pinched Sashi's bottom 47864387348 times. The day afterwards, we dispersed the cremains by the Scripps pier (we got a boat to take us out there) so pops will be haunting his favorite place forever. Unfortunately most of us got seasick during the bumpy ride. Our daughter was content to lie in Anti Beck's arms through most of it.
So, Sash has finally gotten teeth- yeah, on the very late of the spectrum but my breast are very, very thankful. Breaking teeth seems to be a very painful experience- fever, congestions, insomnia, drooliness, & excessive boogars. Not very attractive, either. Baby Bear hates it when we pick her nose but when I see a big yellow crusty, I am overcome with the compulsion to wipe it away. I can't focus on anything else. And, Sasha is very perceptive; she KNOWS when I am coming after her. She will her hold her little pudgy hands in front of her face to try to ward me off and desperately shake her head from side to side. Then once I have swiped, the screams of bloody murder echo through the house. Mama is EVIL. As we go through this at least five times a day, it has become rather ritulized...like praying to mecca.
Sasha has begun standing on her own...She seems like such a timid sort so I never expectd our daughter to just let go of the table or me. I am scared that we have only a few months before she starts walking. She already cruises and crawls like crazy. I look away for ONE second, and she is in the kitty litter playing with the "interesting" textures. I can't get over how fast she is. She completely ignores my hysterical "Noooooooooo!!!!" I need to spank that little bottom more.
I haven't heard Sasha say any "real" words yet although (yayayayay) she has REGULARLY added the sound "mamamama" to her vocab. I get overly excited whenever I hear it. Yeah, yeah, my life is pathetic. Right now, Sasha is mostly into blowing raspberries....especially when her mouth is filled with oatmeal or soggy cheese or babyfood. Thanks, Anti Beck for spending hours encouraging that. We are so grateful....
Sasha continues to be a semi-picky eater but it bothers Jimmy more than me. I am content to give her just cheese but my husband is insistent on a balanced diet. After changing her diaper, I might admit that he has a point. Ugh. I miss the poop from the first three months.
I had an art show this month at PVCC. It went really well and I was touched by all the people who came out to see it. I LOVE my friends and in-laws and my husband (who made all this happen). Jimmy even took some portraits of Sasha in tribute....
