May 31, 2006

Meat On A Mission

An interesting description of the changes in one's mental state caused by parenthood:

It is an uncomfortable reminder of our legacy as gene propagation machines, a limpening of our certainty that our mind steers our destiny alone. We are animals, and our meat is hellbent on a mission. The state of our minds is a secondary consideration to that mission, and feeling the process happen can cause our illusion of clarity to pale.
Sometimes, I am struck by the extent to which caring for an infant has caused me to lose my mind. Like after buying 1200 paper plates at Sam's Club last week and then leaving them sitting in the cart as I drove off - and then not even realizing it until the next day. I'll probably be illiterate by the time Gloria turns 10.

May 15, 2006

And that's the tooth!

It's here. Gloria's first tooth has finally poked through. It's really pointy and sharp. She looks so different without her toothless grin.

Gloria has made a lot of developmental progress over the past few weeks. First, was the what seemed like neverending teething, resulting in her first tooth. She has also really mastered waving hello and goodbye.

She makes a new noise (oohing) and yesterday used it to successfully mimic my mother, grandmother and I when we asked "What does a cow say?" She also likes to bang her hands against her head.

The biggest thing (I think) is that she figured out how to put food in her mouth. Before, she would play with food when it was put in front of her. Now, she picks it up carefully and puts it in her mouth.

Last night, she and Marc played their first game of catch. She sat on the floor across from him. He would roll the ball to her and then she would throw it back (and I mean throw--not roll).

This has all happened so soon--it's pretty amazing to watch.