It was originally meant to be the day we got her tongue pierced but she chickened out at the last minute, not wanting to have a lisp at school. The nose-piercing (done by the rad and spectacular Nomad, who I adore and highly recommend if you’re local) went so well that she’s actively looking forward to having a needle thrust through her tongue on the first Saturday after school gets out. Letting my kid get the piercings she wants may seem controversial (particularly for her father who is very very opposed to the tongue one), but this is one of ways I get to radically support her bodily autonomy. Her body, her choice.
Ever is asleep on my lap as I’m typing this and she is just so perfect in every way. I realize this is how all parents feel about their babies, but it’s a singular, magical feeling how much you love your freshly minted offspring. I need to put her down so I can clean and cook dinner for the company we’re having tonight, but I have no idea if this baby has the napping stamina for my Bolognese recipe, which requires 2-3 hours of simmering if I do it right. I only have 90 minutes until they get here.
Life has been so good lately. I think that makes it harder to write about since I’m not dealing with any huge struggles. The big kids are healthy and as happy as teenagers can be. The baby is a delight, particularly as she gets more predictable. Oh! And she’s starting to giggle too! Work, even during slow season, has been great and I’m feeling zero mom guilt for working as much as I can. Sean is an amazing husband and father, always going above and beyond for the family - working two jobs with little sleep and still managing to happily handle baby care five days a week while I’m at work.
I don’t know how I got so lucky, but here we are.