Dear Lili,
I love you but you have been impossible lately. You need constant rocking and patting and motion or you freak out and scream and beat your fists against my shoulders and bend your back and kick my stomach and look constantly as if you are sucking on sour lemons. I look forward to your ‘terrible twos’. That should be a real gem.
Things that are impossible to do when you are in this state: check email, make a phone call, use the bathroom, eat something, have a coffee with a friend, exercise, write, nap, etc. Thank goodness you are so darn cute.
I think you are growing. Maybe this is a growth spurt that requires you to let out all your frustrations and beat your mother physically and mentally for eight hours a day. All I know is that you are giving my arms a real workout today. Strolling you around the apartment – which is the square footage of a Starbucks wheelchair accessible bathroom stall – over and over and over again. Sneaking in some typing on this blog – with one hand.
xo
