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Cara Bambina - By Yourself

Cara bambina (and you are still my bambina),

I can't believe it's started already. You are not quite 1 year old yet, and already you want to do almost everythings by yourself. You want to hold your water cup by yourself, get the toy yourself, go up the stairs yourself, do just about everything and go everywhere by yourself.

It is hard for me to stand back and let you do things on your own already. You are still just learning about the world and figuring out how to do thing. When you can't do something yourself, you get frustrated. So I try to help, but lately that frustrates you more. I just want to help you, but I know I need to stand back and let you figure it out by yourself. I guess I didn't realize you'd be at this stage so soon.

We are all muddling through this as we go along. Hopefully, we will be able to find the right balance of helping you, letting you do it by yourself and keeping you out of things that you shouldn't get into--and that last one I'…

Passing the Non-Olympic Torch

Growing up, my dad made a point to do father-daughter activities with me. My dad would think of some group or sport that he thought sounded interesting to both of us and ask if I wanted to do it. The first one I remember was Indian Princesses, which was kind of like Girl Scouts, but specifically for fathers and daughters to do together. It was great fun.

When I got a little older, he asked if I wanted to try gymnastics. I always loved tumbling and climbing. I had always had great balance and flexibility. Gymnastics sounded perfect to me. This may not sound like a father-daughter activity, but my dad had done gymnastics when he was younger and understood a lot about the sport. So, he would take me to the gym for my Saturday morning classes, and he would sit up in the waiting area that overlooked the entire gym. After the classes, he would drive me home and we would talk about what I did, what I liked, what I wanted to work on and also what he used to do and like.

And let me tell you, I …

Fun With Words

I've gotten tagged with another meme and did another meme-ish thing. Both are really around words, which is my kind of thing.

First, Karen at The Rocking Pony tagged me with the following meme.

(1) You must post the rules on your blog before you answer the questions.
(2) You need to list one fact about yourself using each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name use your maiden name instead.
(3) When you are finished with your answers, you tag one person for each letter of your name.

Well the problem with this one is that I have two middle names, my middle name from birth and my maiden name. That is a total of 12 letters, so I'm not going to do both. I want to do my birth middle name... but here is my confession... Cara is actually a nickname from my middle name--or at least, I consider it a nickname for it. I really prefer it to my first name and real middle name, and have always liked going by that name.* But my real middle name is... Clara. I never go by Clara…

At Least I'm Feeling More Normal

Thank you all so much for you sympathy and advice on yesterday's post. I will work on being patient (not one of my strengths) and accepting that I will have a new normal, post-child(ren) body. I've been working on eating even better than I had been (minus my super crazy sweet tooth, but I've always had that).

Speaking of feeling normal, I've been dealing with everything so much better lately. As we head into spring, my Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is improving, as it does every March/April. Because of that, my postpartum depression (PPD) has just about gone away. These two were obviously very closely tied for me.

Let me give you an example of how much better I'm doing. Londo was away on business from Monday until yesterday evening. I can't believe I didn't even mention it while he was gone, but that was because I was doing really well by myself! Yes, it was during the work week, so I wasn't home with a fussy baby all day, but it was still a lot of w…

Will I Ever Be Normal Again?

So, it's been almost a year since I gave birth to my firstborn. I must admit my surprise that some things from pregnancy or post-pardum as still going on. I really thought by now my body would be back to normal (as normal as it gets). I don't know if it just takes longer than I thought to recover, if some of this is because I'm still nursing, or if something is truly haywire with my body. I have talked to the Ob/Gyn at my last appointment, and although she checked my thyroid, it was normal and she thinks it all just normal. But that was months ago.

Here's what's still going on:
-My hair is still falling out like crazy. I don't know how I have any left, but I won't if this keeps up.
-The very real possiblity still exists that when I sneeze, I may pee my pants a little if I'm not careful. I didn't even end up delivering vaginally, so what is the deal?
-My breast are still itchy. I think it's worse when my allergies act up, but they never itched prior…

Books, Books, and More Books

As I said yesterday, I was able to finish my February read thanks to the extra leap year day. I probably would have gotten through it faster if I'd enjoyed it more. It's a shame, because I was really looking forward to it, but either my expectations were off or the book itself could have been better. Probably both.

My February TBR Challenge book was Desiring Italy, a collection of stories edited by Susan Cahill. I thought that a book with well-known female writers writing about how they love Italy would include interesting stories of their time in that country. I was expecting stories like I've read in the Travelers' Tales series (excellent books!), like A Woman's World, or stories reminiscent of A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemmingway about his time in Paris.

This book was a collection of stories by women writers, yes. Some stories were true, autobiographic stories and some were fiction taking place in Italy. But they were really all over the place, and I don't m…

Question of the Week - Deja View

Wow. For a while there on Friday, all I heard was the chirping of the crickets. I felt like I was just hanging out there with everyone silently staring. Thank you to those who did comment on Friday's post. That makes me feel a little less uncomfortable putting my thoughts on the matter out there. I always feel better if people comment.

Anywho... on to other things. This is my 100th post! The big 1 0 0. I'm pretty proud of myself for keeping up with the blog. I love the new people I've met, and I love that I've gotten in touch with old friends and acquantinces through the blog. Thank you once again ImpostorMom for getting me hooked into reading and then writing a blog.

It's a new month, and I'm happy to say I finished my February book of the To Be Read Challenge on the night of the 29th, right before bedtime. Thank goodness there was an extra day in February this year, eh? I will do a review of Desiring Italy and an intro to my March book, Saving Fish Before Drown…

Cara Mama - Feeling Clumsy

Cara Mama,

I don't know why, but I keep stubbling and losing my balance! Just when I was starting to get the hang of this whole walking and climbing stuff. I know you said I must be going through a growth spurt or developmental spurt which is throwing things off a bit, but it's very frustrating!

I get so upset when I fall or bang my head. I was doing great the other week, but now I feel so clumsy. Maybe starting that Little Gym place next week will help. It sure does sound like fun!

Ti amo,