For some reason I seem to be more vulnerable to what I’ll call stomach sickness since L was born. We decided to be a tad adventurous and go out to a Asian fusion restaurant tonight, and I ended up sick. I don’t know if it’s the spiciness or what, but it’s not cool because it’s taking the joy of eating out away. We no longer go to the restaurant that was my favorite before L was born because I’ve now gotten very sick twice after eating there.
L is walking more these days, which is great to see. She’s been able to walk for a couple months now but generally strongly prefers not to, and she is very good at exerting her will. (It’s hard to make a baby walk.) Anyway, just recently she has started randomly walking around more. It’s really nice to see. She also has started running while pushing her cart. She loves walking aids – especially her cart and her tricycle. She’s been very proud of herself the last couple weeks because she can get on and off her tricycle on her own. She has also in the last month or two figured out how to get off the couch and basically and moderately high platform on her own. She even got off her ridiculously high bed today, but she fell on her rumparoo, so we’ll see if she tries that again. She still insists on trying to go down stairs headfirst, though. Silly baby.
I met a nice Mom at the park today (actually for the second time), and she was telling me how she used to live in Sweden. She painted a rather idyllic picture of life there, and it aroused my somewhat dormant desire to live abroad. It’s something I’ve always been interested in, ever since I was a child. B and I talked about it a bit. He’s never been a big fan for whatever reason but was open to the idea. However, I really have no idea how to go about trying to find a job opportunity for him in Europe. While I have dual citizenship, he does not. I could work and he could be a SAHD – an arrangement he’s open to – but it would be preferable if he could work.
Work has been going well. I feel like I am doing a good job, and that others think I’m doing a good job. I’m not sure where things will go, but I’m glad I decided to try the management gig. I do miss the technical challenges and brain workout of real engineering work, but it’s good to try something new.
I would say that L is officially a late talker at this point. It is comforting to know that many very successful individuals, including Mr. Einstein himself, were late talkers. Despite her lack of verbalization, I feel she understands extremely well. Why she chooses not to say words, I don’t really know. She communicates with us in sign language to a certain extent. I don’t even know many of her signs, as N taught her several of them, and I honestly (pathetically) can’t remember them all. I have gone so far as to consult google a couple times when N was not around to try and figure out one of her signs. Her latest favorite thing is to shrug when we ask her something she either doesn’t know or pretends not to know. She does babble and has been working on the “N” sound extensively lately, after a rather focused period of mamamama and dadadadada. Naturally, I enjoyed the mamamamama period, especially since she started directing it at me.
