Seven Months Old

I am not really sure whether Hannah hit the seven month mark on February 28th or March 1st, but regardless February flew by.  Work is starting to pick up for me, and I feel as though I am in the middle of yet another adjustment period from mom who goes to work to true working mother.  I have been much more guilt-ridden, as I have spent a few early mornings, my typical slot for "quality time" with Hannah, keeping my fingers crossed she would continue to entertain herself in her exersaucer as I struggled to complete work I was too tired to finish the night before.  I have to remind myself that Hannah is so lucky to have a number of good caretakers, particularly Vilma and Aunt Melissa, and that all I can do is ensure that the time I spend with her is for the most part quality, to make up for the lack of quantity. 

This week has been particularly crazy.  Monday night I was on the phone with Melissa, checking in on Hannah, on my way from work to a Junior League meeting.  All of a sudden I hear a boom, and Melissa starts freaking out.  Apparently a transformer right behind our house blew, and a fireworks show ensued in our backyard.  By the time Melissa grabbed Hannah, ran outside and called 911, neighbors from up and down the block had gathered.  I headed straight home, but missed most of the excitement.  Instead, I got to mother and work by candlelight for the rest of the evening, as it was after 1 am before they had our power turned back on. I was fretting about the milk in the freezer, but it survived the outage.

And I certainly won't be receiving any mom of the year awards for my performance last night.  Tanner and I like to go to Terlingua on Tuesday nights for half price fajitas.  Last night, despite his protestations that it would be complicated, I convinced him that we should walk to the restaurant, which is less than a mile from the house.  Shortly after we got Hannah situated in the highchair, sat down and had margaritas delivered, Hannah stealthily grabbed a glass by the stem and proceeded to dump it on her lap in the highchair.  I, of coures, had not brought the diaper bag and did not think to throw an extra outfit in with the essentials in the bottom of the stroller.  We undressed her and wrapped her in a blanket, that I fortunately had thrown in at the last second.  The high chair cover was soaked, so I just let her sit in my lap.  The table was pretty full and I guess I left my water glass to close to the edge because within a few minutes of the first mishap, she successfully reached for and pulled a straw out of my water glass, while spilling her second full drink of the evening.  We have no car seat, so I am faced with the choice of walking my naked baby wrapped in a wet blanket home in her stroller or catching a ride with Zac with no car seat.  We opted for the latter.  She seemed really proud of herself after dinner, as if she had successfully managed to be the center of attention for an entire meal...

Aunt Melissa has babysat Hannah the last several Saturday nights, and Tanner and I tried Haven with Alan and Melissa and Ava's Whiskey Kitchen with Nick and Lauren.  I had intended to start blogging some about both restaurants and recipes, but I get so caught up talking about Hannah whenever I have the chance to blog, that I have not gotten around to it.  I will make it a goal, at some point in the future.  Last night was a reminder that we are very lucky to have adult dinners, made possible by Aunt Melissa's saintly willingness to babysit on the weekends.

I don't know that I have ever typed this many consecutive words with no pictures on this blog, so here are some pictures from our President's Day play date with Adam and Claire:

I love Adam in the background of this one

Hannah also wanted to give her own shout out to everyone: