Charmer
misty · Fri, Dec 11, 2015It’s official: my daughter is a charmer. We visited ILSC again today, and she charmed the heck out of everyone there! Anyone who came up to her and said hello was greeted with the biggest smile and even a few laughs! She happily sat with Jeannie for a while as we talked in the break room, and she stared and stared out the window and at the other teachers. Amazing.
This morning was something of a disappointment, though. In my second attempt at getting my CA driver’s license, I was again turned away from the DMV. The first time was last month, when I took my sleeping baby with me and was turned away because “children are not allowed in the testing area.” Ridiculous. Today, I waited in line for 30 minutes while Chase (who took the morning off to watch Milo) walked around with our girl, only to be turned away because I didn’t have my passport or birth certificate. I wouldn’t have been quite so angry if the lady who turned me away had at least been somewhat nice, but she wasn’t. She was curt and obviously displeased with her job. Anyway, I then called their 800-number (and waited on hold for 20 minutes) to reschedule for next week. We’ll see if the third time is the charm!
This evening went pretty well. We had leftovers for dinner, Milo let us eat in peace, and then she went to sleep without too much fuss at around 8:30. Then Chase and I cleaned the kitchen and made some cookies. We’ve joked that one day when Milo is a kid, she’s going to wake up at around 11pm and discover that her parents eat dessert every night after she goes to bed, and she’s going to be pissed! That’ll be a fun night.
Notes:
Milo is just about to roll over on her own. She still can’t quite get over that arm, but she tries every day.
When I feed Milo these days, she’s begin flailing about with her arms. It’s like she’s reaching for something, and that something is anything her hand can land on. Usually my face. She waves her arm around and then squeezes or scratches or holds onto whatever it finds. I often let her hold my hand, but sometimes I let her feel my face or neck. It can be painful, but it can also be very sweet.