Here, we have first ear of corn. She ate a few rows and was done with it.

Other recent firsts, undocumented by photograph: first time floating in a swim ring without an adult holding on, first time sitting in a climbing tree (assisted), first taste of protein shake (Lloyd's unholy concoction of vanilla whey protein, milk, banana, frozen berries, and peanut butter. Nothing wrong with it in June's opinion).
Unavoidably, on the horizon are firsts that won't be so much fun or so sweet, but no less part of the whole gig. Things like first time being called a mean name, first time losing something especially cherished, first time really comprehending that life is truly and fundamentally unfair. I know we'll handle those when they come, but I remember the first weeks of June's life, when the thought that anyone could ever say anything mean to her just crushed me. Blame the backwash of postpartum hormones.
Speaking of hormones, I'm still pretty much a mess. Better than my worst, but far from the me I remember being just a few months ago. According to my OB things are going along just fine, so there's much consolation in that, plus the fact that there is a very clear endpoint to it all: no later than sometime next February. But my motivation is out the window with any energy I used to have and my formerly goatlike stomach, impervious to queasiness. So please forgive if you were getting impatient for more content. Thanks for checking in.

1 comments:
That-a-girl! Way to jump back in the game. And such a lovely post too.
xoxoxoxo
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