Shame

Hold on.  This blog is about to get more random. 

I don't know why I'm about to post this.  Probably because it sounds like something I'd write on Facebook. 

What does that say about me?

I feel dirty.  I just ate a package of chocolate frosted donuts from the vending machine for breakfast.  All because I didn't take the time to grab something from home.  Another lesson in the value of preparedness.  I can already hear my gut saying "WTF!"

And Allison's breakfast was only slightly better.  Wheat toast with cream cheese and mango.  I'm getting desperate in the mornings.  I guess it would help if I stopped hitting the snooze button for 40 minutes in the morning.

Or turn off The Biggest Loser and make some muffins. 

Actually, I didn't watch The Biggest Loser last night.  I watched Glee for the first time.  But only because they were doing Rocky.  I love that sweet transvestite.  I have to admit I was pretty disappointed.  Maybe it was the crappy Magenta.  But more likely, it was the inconsistent editing.  I mean, you can say "I'll oil you up and rub you down," but not "transexual?"  I'm sure the GLBT community was thrilled with that.

I'm bringing blogging back...

...Them other bloggers don't know how to act...   (Sorry, I can't help myself from breaking into song every time I say that!  Damn you Justin Timberlake!) 

But I digress.  I've decided that I need to bring the blog back!  Facebook has made me lazy with it's convenient status updates and simple photo uploader.  So, I'm going back to my roots and welcoming Blogger back into my life.  My declaration may have something to do with the fact that Facebook is monitored here at work... but I'm welcoming the respite...

18 months (5 weeks late)

I've been a horrible blogger lately (like that's something new), but yesterday I uploaded 2 months worth of pics, and thought it was time to post an Allison update.  And since I haven't been keeping a baby book so much, this is my only documentation of her development!

Her 18 month appointment was on September 21st and she weighed in at 21lbs 4oz (15th percentile) and measured 32 3/4" tall (70th percentile).  The doctor checked the percentile chart for height first and was kinda baffled that our little preemie was so tall!  But she was then reassured by her diminutive weight...  :)

 Sleepy girl

Allison can now jump unassisted, climb stairs on her own (with a railing), eat with a spoon, sort shapes, and put on her own shoes (mostly).  She's still a little slow on talking, but now says, "hi, da dee," "tickle tickle," "i did it," and "all gone" pretty regularly.  We've heard some other words, but not repeatedly.  She continues to sign in the meantime.  I love that if I ask her if she's hungry, she will respond with the sign for "eat."

She loves to play tea party and busy ball popper, as well as read books and listen to music.  Oh yeah, and watch Dora.  She loves Dora.  She enjoys "helping" mommy cook and unload the dishwasher, too.  It's really amazing how much she learns everyday.  She continues to be a happy, healthy girl (most days)!

Black Cloud

Getting older has never really bothered me, although, some numbers have been better than others, of course. Last year I turned 30. And I was happy about it. It had been a long time since my last landmark birthday and I was looking forward to a new number up front. Besides, I've never felt old. Certainly not old enough to be married... own a house... be a mother...

But 31 is looming over my head like a black cloud. I can't exactly put my finger on what's got me so shaken up about it... I mean, it's just a number, right?

Maybe it's that I don't feel any more grown-up than I was 10 years ago. But what makes you feel grown-up, exactly? Is it grown-up stuff? A grown-up job? Or grown-up problems? I've certainly had plenty of those...

And as all the birthdays past, this one will come and go... maybe with a little display (and more candles) and I'll be the same person with just a different number.