Monthly Archives: August 2014

…still awake.

Over the last couple of months, I’ve become more and more convinced that I actually birthed a cyborg last February: a small being that somehow requires no sleep at all to function with an absurdly high level of energy.


You can imagine the look on my face at Annika’s six-month pediatrician check-up earlier this week when the PA asked whether she was sleeping eight-hour stretches. El oh el. It would be a banner night in this household if we got half of that in one shot. Two or three hours at a time is the regular.

And that is why I haven’t been blogging, or running, or really doing much of anything except still being mostly in survival mode. Yes, I know about sleep training. We actually had a meeting with a sleep consultant a while back who recommended some other things we should work on first before we head to Ferbersville, and we haven’t quite mastered those things yet. And honestly, I’m just not sure if I’m ready for the whole cry-it-out thing.

So we’re staying the course for now, keeping our heads just above water most days, and watching this crazy little person grow and learn and change at what feels like breakneck speed.


At six months, Annika is:

– Sitting up unassisted. She’s been doing that for a while now.

– Eating solid foods, mostly fruits and veggies. She’s shown at least a passing interest in most of the things we’ve offered her, but black beans were not well received.


– Moving/scooting/army-crawling? It’s not crawling but she manages to move herself around somehow while on her belly. She’s better at going backward than forward.

– Pulling up to stand on her own. She did this the day before she turned six months. It’s like she takes our lack of baby-proofing so far as a personal challenge. (Urgh, getting on that.)

– Saying “MAMAMAMAMAMA” (not to me, just in general) and making this weird yowling noise at Parker when he meows.

– Laughing, especially when her tummy is kissed.

– Grabbing and getting in to everything that she can get her hands on.

She really is an incredibly determined, strong baby. Some days I just watch in awe at what she can do, particularly when she sets her mind to something.

And then I look to make sure she isn’t plugging herself in somewhere to charge. Because I’m exhausted just watching her.

Speaking of exhausted, I’m not running much: once or twice a week, maybe. It just isn’t a priority right now. I keep hoping that will change soon when Annika starts sleeping more, but at the rate we are going that’s going to be when she enters kindergarten, so I’ve just resigned myself to being a little doughy.

It’s kind of funny how focused I was, in retrospect, with running and exercising regularly when I was pregnant. I thought it would make getting back into shape after baby so much easier. And now I’m all like, meh, being in shape is overrated. To be honest, being a parent has kicked my ass a little more than I expected it to. I do hope to start some short runs with the BOB in the next month or two, now that Annika’s over the six month mark.

So there’s my update. Until next time, when maybe I can write a post entitled “finally asleep.”