The World of Mackay

We are hoping that the screaming that has begun to emanate from our 'perfect' child is a result of the time change as we traveled to Kauai (or possibly, teething.) We are certain that it is not, for instance, that she has been taken over by some evil force. However, Bill is wondering if insurance will cover the deafness he is experiencing in his left ear. All that aside, Kauai is as beautiful as always, and maybe our hearing will recover in time to hear the roosters in the morning.

We moved. And I don't think I will ever do it again. It turns out that after 11 years in the same house, you accumulate a huge amount of crap. And the even more amazing thing is, I packed more boxes of clothing for my 6 month-old daughter than I did for myself. Anyway, after two days in the new house, I think we have uncovered most of what we need to live comfortably. We have a few dishes, wine glasses, the coffeemaker, some clothing (except Mackay - who has A LOT), a toothbrush... What do you suppose is in the 75 boxes that are still in the garage? But after a day of putting her new crib together (kudos to Pottery Barn for having decent instructions), Mackay's room is now the only clean and tidy spot in the house. Maybe I'll sleep in her crib tonight.

Big news. Guess what....Mackay loved having her sore gums soothed with little dabs of bourbon...she thought about it, liked it, and she calmed down...mostly. This is Rosi, Mackay's godmother...not fairy...letting you all know that teething babies like a little bourbon. And no, this doesn't make them alcoholics for life.

My child has been (mostly) sleeping through the night since she was six weeks old. Why is it that I am still waking up like clockwork at 4am? Wide awake. For hours. If I do manage to get back to sleep somewhere around 6, I feel like I've been run over by a truck when the baby wakes at 7. Is this just me, or is it yet another strange attribute of motherhood that people don't tell you about until after you have a kid? On the other hand, if the answer is simply 'welcome to middle age', then - in the immortal words of Gilda Radner - nevermind .