Thursday, June 22, 2006

The Taz

Now, let me stress the importance of movement. Lily does not stop moving. Ever.
Up down, up down, roll, roll, roll, kick, kick, flail, flail

She is forever squiggling, spinning around and babbling incoherently like that cyclonic Tasmanian Devil on the old Bugs Bunny cartoons. Hence the nickname, Taz.

Lily doesn't cuddle (unless she's sleeping), nor does she ever just sit contentedly in our lap or "lie like a lump" on a blanket (See June 20 posting). She functions as though stuck in a perpetual Jolly Jumper. I actually thought this was normal until I went to my first baby gym class when she was 7 weeks old and all the other babies were laying or sitting contentedly while we sang songs. I was shocked - and suddenly very tired.

My mom mentioned this to her mom in passing and Gran - a wise and inspirational woman (yet incorrigible and somewhat of a pest) with 4 kids of her own - 2 of which are twins - told my mom point blank - "You were exactly the same way as a baby".

My mom, bless her heart, has enough energy to light a small city. It's the kind of energy that is infectious and makes everyone around her have the best time ever. And come to think of it, my mom never sits down. (Except in this picture. I think their energies actually cancel eachother out. ;) )
Mom always seems like she's gearing up to go off somewhere else, instead of enjoying the moment. Which is probably why her and my dad (and my brother and I as kids) have traveled to some of the most amazing places on this planet. WOAH. Am I ever off topic!!

Anyways, since Jay and I don't know any different, it has never been much of an issue for us. Plus, Lily is just so much fun.

My days consist soley of wearing Lily out. She's in swimming, baby gym class, stroller aerobics; we go for daily walks, visit friends and family, shop for plants, home decor, new baby clothes; visit museums, aquariums, zoos, Buddhist Temples, art galleries, antique shops, night markets - you name it - I've probably taken her there. Which, now that I'm reading back - makes me think that I actually have just as much energy as she does.


Hmmmm. Poor Jason...

L


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