Hurry Up

I think most people know this about me, but don't be too appalled if you don't. I don't like babies. They are demanding, selfish, unappreciative, and over-emotional. If I described an adult to have those qualities you wouldn't want to be friends with a person like that. And no, it does not escape me that babies are incapable of being any other way. People with genuine hearts of compassion are drawn to the helplessness of babies and get all gooey and lovey. I get impatient. And the idea of going back to Baby Land after being out of it for a solid year and a half is cause for anxiety. This is not to downplay the ridiculousness and frustration of Toddler Town. I live there now and it's infuriating, but there are no diapers and I often hear "vank you" and "I wuv you" and sometimes even, "You're da bestest mom ever!" You don't get any of those in Baby Land.

So at 14 weeks, the sleeplessness and bad dreams have started. I know, it's fear. Fear of the disruption, the change, the cost, the loss of freedom and sleep, the epidural, the c-section and recovery, the claustrophobia of 3 car seats in a regular car, the claustrophobia of 5 people in our house, the change in our marriage and mostly the fear of the things I don't like about babies. I wish I could peel the next 2 years of my life off quickly like a band-aid. Mostly because I know I am not going to be "da bestest mom ever" to Daniel and Addie when I'm commuting between Baby Land and Toddler Town. In fact, I know I am going to be down right awful some days. The hormones of the first trimester have already lead to more yelling from all parties involved...except the baby's. Unless you count severe nausea as in utero yelling.

Hurry up 2010...and maybe 2011.

Addie's New Last Name

Last week we had a visit with our super sweet Parents As Teachers educator, Miss De. During Addie's screening, which amounts to a whole lot of motor skill and cognitive testing disguised as play, Miss De asked, "Addie, what is your last name?" Addie paused for a moment and confidently answered, "Princess."

I told Steve this story tonight while we were all splitting a candy bar for dessert. He explained to Addie that her first name is Addie, her middle name is Joy and her last name is Hahn. And we all went around announcing our first, middle and last names in turn. It seems like she's got it now. As Daniel raced to gobble up his candy Steve told him to slow down and enjoy his candy. To which Addie replied, "I AddieJoy my candy."