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December 2002

  • Tue, Dec 31, 2002 2:53 PM

    the last day of the year...got 10 adults and five mini-adults coming over tonight, pot-luck new years...will we make it to midnight? we'll see...

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  • Mon, Dec 30, 2002 8:38 PM

    more emotions, at odd times. i stood her up tonight to dress her, and that seemed, well, so girly, not baby-like. i put some money into an account in her name today, and suddenly she was a real person, with a real bank account. it's these little things that pile up.

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  • Mon, Dec 30, 2002 12:08 AM

    by the way, still no sign of teeth...perhaps that's what's keeping her up now?

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  • Mon, Dec 30, 2002 12:05 AM

    i thought we were out of the crying at night woods, but here we are, back again. she's been crying for an hour now...not sure why, but it just sucks. i've been in there twice to try to calm here, but she's having a full-blown tizzy, and now as i watch her on the video monitor, she stares back at me with an angry, confused, hurt look on her face, and i am powerless to do anything.

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  • Wed, Dec 25, 2002 2:47 PM

    spent Xmas at Grandma and Grandpa's with Ben and everyone else.

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  • Mon, Dec 23, 2002 6:41 PM

    sam and natasha came over to say hi today!

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  • Wed, Dec 18, 2002 10:27 PM

    it can be so painful as a parent to watch your child have to learn a task...when you so badly want to help, step in and save the day. as i write this, my daughter has just stopped screaming...it's about 10:30 and we're trying to train her to sleep through the night. the crying we're slowly getting over (more chona than me), but now i'm looking at our video monitor and seeing my daughter just staring into the darkness, completely awake. there's something so tragically sad about it, though i'm sure she's healthy and fine. i just want to go in there and hug her and tell her everything's ok. but i can't, and that's hard.

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  • Tue, Dec 17, 2002 3:48 PM

    site was down for a bit, so i've had to rely on my memory for a couple days, and you can only imagine how hard that is for me. but one memory stands out vividly - seeing my girl sitting up for the first time.

    now technically this isn't the first time, since she was leaning up against the wall, but just seeing her on her own, smiling away, seemed to represent a level of independence i haven't perceived before. it was weird...i'll continue saying this throughout her life, but i can't get away from how fast little girls grow up.

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  • Tue, Dec 10, 2002 12:25 AM

    happy 6 month birthday, my daughter.

    it's just past midnight and once again i find myself flipping through our photo history of your short life. it's fascinating to see how you've changed in such a short time...from a tiny little munchkin to a full-on baby. so much has changed in all our lives...i wake up to your smiling face, we take a walk or play on the rug, i kiss you goodbye. i come home to you, ready for naked time, a bath, and then mommy reading to you before it's time to fade away. and each day i enjoy it more.

    you're fascinating - in both a high-school science kind of way and also because you come from chona and me. i marvel at the incredible human capacity to learn as i watch you master new tricks. where did you learn to eat? why do loud noises irritate you? why do you only poop AFTER i change your diaper?

    i await the new surprises each morning brings, and i can think of no better morning partner than yourself. i grow overly excited when i think of a future when you'll talk, and walk, and play, and then i scold myself for trying to rush. i'm a little nervous everytime i've got you on my own, but you never let me down. we've developed a rhythm, you and i, a routine.

    your mom has taken to parenthood with a passion. we both looked at each other the morning you were born, wondering if we were in over our heads. but she has jumped in full-force, and she's so in tune with you i sometimes get jealous. but leaving you every morning, knowing you're with her, means i can relax, knowing my two ladies are out having a good time.

    six months from now you'll be cruising around the house, maybe even talking. it's a bit overwhelming to think out that far, as each day is so much better than the last. i'll just take a deep breath, appreciate everything i've got, and see you in the morning.

    happy birthday, kaya.

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  • Mon, Dec 9, 2002 3:40 PM

    apparently chona still can't see in kaya's mouth to confirm she's got teeth...stay tuned!

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  • Mon, Dec 9, 2002 12:20 PM

    there's teeth - or so says chona...i'm at work right now...can't wait to get home and see 'em!

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  • Sun, Dec 8, 2002 6:58 PM

    we're not 100% sure, but we think we're feeling a tooth...and given her 5AM screamfest this AM, we're even more suspicious...

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  • Fri, Dec 6, 2002 5:39 PM

    got a bit teary-eyed again today...

    there's something about taking a walk with my daughter in the early morning light, telling her about the birds and bees, and having her fall asleep on my shoulders.

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