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Birthday: 5/9/1979
Interests: to me, irony is a bigger turn-on than the samba, and libations are meant to spark conversation, not lightheadedness. frivolity is a bore. not that i don't appreciate an occasional frill (moonlit walks are nice, as long as my companion seemingly knows where we are going...)
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10/30/2002
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| because it's seemingly taking me forever to do things, especially get together with people- i've decided to take some time to update you on the happenings of our cute little miss p (which stands for a plethora of things). she's very cute (i am biased) and very BIG! At her last checkup, she was 90% for weight and head circumference and 75% for height. so there is no worry that this child is malnourished in any sort of way. and yes, she's sleeping through the night (at least for now) from 8 pm to 8 am with one wakeup around 5 am or so. she is also quite the loquacious little one- babbling sweet nothings into her monitor, which I can only make out as her way of giving me orders (sort of like a drive through). i always at her beck and call, respond with my own mutterings, but upon seeing her very wide toothless smile- can only think of how cute she really is. and if you don't believe me, here is one of her current cutest.
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| okay, so i can't complete a weblog, or have a complete moment to myself- but allow me to paint a better picture of motherhood. after waking a little before 7am this morning to feed audrey, i put her down, creep back into the bedroom to sort the laundry. having fimrly esatblish lights from darks- i run down to the laundry room only to hear little whimpering noises from my attached monitor- so decide to put the enitre load of laundry (whites, darks, brights) all into one machine and run upstairs. she of course stops making little barks and instead i am greeted by the cutest of little devilish smiles. Realizing an hour has almost passed, i put her in the bouncy seat, lug her to the kitchen and hook myself up to the pump. though the gentle purring of the electric pump keeps her smiling, it isn't long before she starts grimacing and grunting. so with one foot placed firmly on the ground, i raise the other to start "bouncing" her little seat. it was quite a sight- hooked up to a pump, standing on one foot- reading the new york times, eating birthday cake...
so, the moral of the story is- a) stay on birth control and b) whatever kind of day your having, it can always get weirder... HAVE A GOOD DAY everyone!
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| recently someone told me "when it rains it really pours." i thought of that last night as i laid in bed pondering what kind of night lay in front of me. lately, things have been drastically different (not that i expected otherwise) but, it seems so long ago that i had any other focus than the baby. and now i can't even keep track of the hours, the days, or the weeks. yes, i've had my couple of weeks of the "baby blues" but still it seems that things keeps spiraling out of control. considering all the things i've given up to receive- i guess that's just the way it works.
it probably sounds like i'm just gloomily ranting about nothing- i am, but i've finally found a quiet moment and needed to relish in some much needed deep thinking.
on a different but sort of parallel topic, i've just begun the book "paris to the moon." it's a novel recalling the author move to paris and raising his son- metaphhorically comparing the two. a classmate of mine from columbia is moving to london with her two sets of twins, and lately all we've been ale to talk about is laundry and voltage adapters. having been to europe a handful of times, i've always noticed that laundry takes much longer there (when you're doing it yourslef as opposed to having the ritz concerige do it for you) and voltage adapters are such a bother since your hair inevitably is not going to respond to a hairdryer the same it would here... but could you imagine being only a train ride away from paris? a friend who has lived in london for years, is always telling me how she goes back and forth between berlin, london, paris, prague, and is just returning from spending three weeks in the cote d'azur- c'est la vie, no? i am emphatically jealous of her and her 10 month old son, who has a passport that would envy george W. always the dreamer, i use to envision how easy it would be to travel with child- but in all honesty- infants are not as "portable" as people say. andy and i considered packing up the car for a few days and traipsing to Georgetown to visit our friends for a few days for my birthday- but the idea of staying so far from our comfort zone (in case of a meltdown grandparents are very helpful), seems farcical, and though i so desperately would love to get out of the city, it seems
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| Okay, so i really am slowing down in my old age... it's been about 9 months since my last entry?!?!??! But a very arduous nine months it has been. Pregnancy was no fun, and a tumultuous 28 hours of labor, is certainly not my idea of a pleasurable experience (not even with a 12 hour working epidural) but here is the end result-
Audrey Emerson Lee was born Tuesday, March 21, 2006
6 lbs. 6 ounces
21 inches
It won't be long until we're strolling the street, hopefully she'll get to meet all ther new aunts very soon- she already met one... It was so nice to see you Michelle, I hope you had a nice visit here, we had a great time with you both, and thank you so much for your gift- KITSON rocks! It won't be long until we're out your way and shopping down the Drive, looking for some cute clothing- soon, very soon...  | | |
| It has been a very long two months...
went and came back from the virgin islands, jackson hole, and ann arbor. now, planning to get ready for school and paris!
and as usual, i am the odd one out! as if i hadn't had enough reason to be anti-social, here's another- i believe dave called it first- i'm pregnant! (hey kat- that was in the style of telling people like you know who, on purpose) 
of course, very early still- 8 weeks, but still enough to make me sick every morning, noon, and night. but i have found some miraculous way to still go to the gym, meet at schiller's and celebrate Justin's birthday this thursday- of course, (i apologize to the birthday boy), sans alcohol.
yep, so your very outcasted xanga-ite will soon be more out of the loop. at least, tao and i still have our weekends on the island (not that many more) and trips out to princeton- peanut and i need a little reprieve from the crowds, and tourists... thank god for 11968! (wink wink- FYI- i hate those hideous tote bags that everyone has been carrying, could people get anymore crass?)  | | |
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