Hello blog readers! It's been a while since I last posted anything and I feel bad that it's been such a long time. Quite a bit has been going on and frankly I have used my "free time" to veg out and watch endless hours of meaningless television. Every time I would think about sitting down to check in and say hi, Ladies of London came on or Real Housewives of New York. And I simply HAVE to see what the next costume idea will be for Holly and Jessica on Heroes of Cosplay. But I'm back cause I've missed you all (and I hope you missed me). Anywho time for BGM updates. That's Black Geek Mom just so you know.
The biggest update (and the main one that is taking over my life) is that my little one is now walking. Yup! She's so happy to start walking that sitting or being still has become a thing of the past. While walking has calmed her down a bit she does have an occasional tantrum when she has to be carried. I have her on her feet as much as I can which serves two purposes for me:
1. Keep her happy and quiet.
2. Wear her out for nap and bedtime.
The one thing that I seemed to have forgotten about this early stage of walking is that I spend all of her awake time being her personal bodyguard. The minute after she wakes up and drinks her milk we're off and running. We have a two story house so the second floor is her domain. Usually I have her running around her room, my room or both depending on how active I want to be that day. If I'm feeling extra frisky I'll bring her down to the first floor with all the wonderful dangers at her beck and call. Things like cords for the TV sound system, tile, door knobs that don't lock, sharp edges EVERYWHERE! I mean forget about going outside and worrying about things that could hurt your baby, you have plenty of hazards right in the comfort of your own home.
So then there are times when I'm feeling like supermom and I decide to take little one out of the house. Like the day that I wanted to go to my all time favorite store, Barnes and Noble, and thought it would be a great idea if little one came along. I should have realized that just because she can walk doesn't mean that she'll want to do what I want. How ridiculous of me! A thirteen month old's attention span is amazingly short so we spent our time bouncing back and forth from one side of the section to the next.
When six o'clock rolls around I'm so tired that the thought of doing anything else brings tears to my eyes. Why tears? Because trying to muster up one ounce of energy takes serious and deliberate thought. As a runner and someone who is training for a marathon in November I must say that running 13 miles every week is much easier than running after a toddler. I heard an endurance athlete once say that being a parent is ultimate endurance race. Touché sir, touché.
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