The kid is still awesome. Even though there are moments that I wish someone else would magically show up and step in for me, you know, until she was over her grumpiness. Or to change yet another yucky diaper. Or until it's 6:30 am. Aggie's internal alarm clock somehow got set to 5 am. Occasionally, she'll hang out in bed until 5:45 am. And she still doesn't sleep through the night. So that 5 am comes mighty early.
BUT, the girl finally likes swimming! I have my water baby! This is very important to me, that she loves swimming. As a girl, I LOVED swimming - I'd stay all day in the pool, if I could, mainly playing my underwater make-believe games. I swore I was a dolphin in a past life. I spent last summer dreaming of taking her to the pool in town. After our first trip a couple weeks ago, I was a little worried because it didn't go well, but I chalked it up to the super cold water and waited a couple weeks for it to warm up. Both the water and the baby warmed up and we had a great time this weekend. We went TWICE! After our first trip, I thanked her for making my dream come true. And now I'll have someone to play with after Jason wimps out and leaves the water after a measly 15 minutes.
So, I have a confession to make - sometimes, when Aggie is screaming her head-off, I laugh at her. Out loud, no attempt to hide it. She just gets so worked up and dramatic over seemingly nothing. It's just so overblown, that I laugh. To clarify, though, if she's crying because she's hurt or scared, I don't find it funny. But, I'm starting to feel badly about laughing because, obviously, Aggie has feelings and she's justified in having those feelings. I don't want to belittle her. Maybe if I laugh inwardly? Or, will that teach her to take herself too seriously? Sheesh, this parenting gig is tough.
P.S. Still no crawling. I am appreciating it, every time I leave her and come back to find her in the exact spot I left her.
Pic of the month - The Secret Club
