Sorry, I haven't been the faithful blogger I once was. The sole reason is that I've been suffering in paradise - meaning, the wonders of motherhood are kicking my butt. Yes, I am delirously happy, but also deliriously tired. Not just, "didn't sleep well last night, but would catch up sleeping tomorrow" tired, but "will need a week in a relaxation clinic" TIRED.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm over the moon Melissa's a walking and talking toddler. This is a dream come true. The whole time she was a baby, I waited for this moment - not because I thought it'd get easier, but I couldn't wait to have little dialogues with her. And now, even though she doesn't say sentences yet (and is just starting to learn a few words), she understands us SO much more. It's the cutest thing. It's so cute it breaks your heart, in the most wonderful way. Unfortunately, it also breaks YOU.
Gone are the days that I could count on her staying in one place. When it happens, I even feel lucky that I got to sit down for a full minute. How sad is that?? I'm still a writerholic (yup, I have other writing projects besides this blog), so picture me carrying my laptop around the house, until I give up half an hour later with a sore wrist. Besides, I don't want my daughter to just see me behind a computer.
Do you see my point? I feel my me-time diminishing, my back hurting from looking/bending down (as I follow her) and my thighs thickening for all the chocolate I medicate myself with when she finally takes a nap.
Would you believe me if I said I'm the happiest I've ever been? It doesn't sound like it, but I am. It's just a HARD, HARD happiness. Like, for unlimited admission into Disneyland, you have to circle it twice by foot. So, yay, but, oy.
Thanks, Colleen Leung, for the awesome pictures!