I have new glasses. I looked for a pair that would make me look as cool as I choose to believe I am. I wondered if Charlotte would be confused somehow.  I was worried she wouldn’t recognize me or something.

I expressed this to Greyson who replied, “She’s not Lois Lane, Amy.  I think she’ll know who you are.”  

After I straightened up from being doubled over in laughter I went with these…

At 6 months we have already gotten a taste of tantrums.  We were changing Charlotte’s diaper a few weeks ago and she was reaching for the adorable alphabet card letters I worked so hard on for her room.  I knew she was going to rip another one down so I took it away from her and returned it safely against the wall.  (Can you spot the missing “V”.)

Greyson and I looked at our sweet little perfect angel as she wailed and then looked at each other.  Has it begun already?  Since then, I try to give her a toy to hold when I change her.  (Those cards are proof I can be somewhat crafty and I don’t want that evidence destroyed.)

Now, I’ve already explained how we are “TV people.”  We effing love our DVR.  Our living room is littered with remotes for the TV, the cable box, the Blu-Ray player, and the Wii.  In the past few days Charlotte has discovered the remote and wants to hold it when we hold it.  I do not allow this because TV remotes are disgusting.  I’ve heard they are the nastiest things in a hotel room, so I assume they are some of the nastiest devices in our home as well. When I told Greyson this, he said, “Amy, what are you doing with the remote to make it so disgusting?  I just change the channel with it.”  I just told him where he could stick said remote.

I guess yesterday she must have really hated whatever I was watching because she was reaching for the remote and crying her little eyeballs out.  So, I caved and gave her the one remote that goes most untouched, the one to the Blu-Ray.  (We don’t watch that many Blu-Rays.  Surely it’s cleaner.  That’s my logic and I’m sticking to it.)

You would’ve thought I gave her a million bucks.

Of course her holding and subsequently gnawing on the remote effed up the TV.  It took me 20 minutes to get back to the show I was watching.  I took the batteries out and now she can do things like take a nap with the remote.  I’m not making this up…

The other day when I went to pick up Charlotte at daycare the room was a little more unsettled than usual.  The teachers had their hands full with several fussy babies.  Charlotte was not one of them.  I scooped her up from her crib and she gave me her normal gummy greeting with a big toothless smile.  

I’m still recovering from the Blogger fiasco this week.  I realized I lost a huge portion of a post and all the comments.  This made me super pissed, so I don’t really want to talk about it anymore.  Instead, I rewrote the post.  Take a look….

Mother’s Day- May 11, 2011

It’s Wednesday and I’m still basking in the glow of Mother’s Day on Sunday.  Maybe it was the diamond stud earrings Greyson surprised me with.  (Yes, diamond stud earrings!  You read that correctly.  Can you hear my squeals through the computer?)  This wonderful man dutifully got up and changed Charlotte.  He brought her to me in bed so I could feed her.  That’s when he leaned over and pulled out a little box.

Maybe it was the breakfast out we enjoyed, or the 2 hour nap I took afterward.

Maybe it was the magnet with her picture Charlotte made me at daycare.

Maybe it was seeing my mom tear up when I gave her this….

The picture on the left is of my Mom and I in December, 1981 when I was 5 1/2 months old.  I recreated the picture  in April, 2011 with Charlotte and I.

I don’t think it was really any of those things.  What I think has me still thinking of my first Mother’s Day is how proud I felt to be a mother.  I held my head a little higher when I carried my baby around.  I got smiles and nods from other moms.  It’s as if I had been initiated into a sisterhood I never even knew existed.

(Or maybe it was the earrings.  I’m kidding.  I’m kidding.  It’s the pride in motherhood thing.)