Two Month Check Up

Sage passed her two month exam with flying colors. She now weighs 9 lbs 10oz and is 22 inches long! She's getting to be a big baby and has already outgrown a couple of her outfits. She stays awake longer and spends most of that time checking out her scenery. She's more interested in my shelf of nailpolishes than in the faces before her and she's beginning to clutch at things and can hold her head up. Her next step is rolling over.
She's sleeping about six hours at night, waking for a quick feed, then drifting off again for another couple of hours. It's not so bad so long as I can get to sleep at a decent hour (tonight that's not happening) . This morning, I plopped her into her vibrating chair and took a shower, blew dry my hair and headed to a commercial audition in Salt Lake City. I can't say that I have the mommy thing down 100 percent but it's not too overwhelming. Now if I could only motivate to work. I waste sooo much time playing on the internet, loading photos, emailing friends and working on the Sports Guide that I have neglected my other writing avenues. Sage occupies a significant portion of my day but more because I want her to rather than because she demands it. Like her little onesie reads "It's all about me." You also begin to feel that nothing else is as important as taking care of a child. This is what it's all about. This is what we're here for. Everything else is busy work.
My parents return from Europe this week and I may scoop Sage up and fly out to San Diego so the rest of my family can meet her. Once the ski season starts, they won't see her until the spring. She'll be seven or eight months old by that time. Plus, we have a Thanksgiving in Massachusetts that's bound to challenge even a sentry at Buckingham Palace. San Diego will be an effective trial run if I can corrdinate a time to fly.
I'm beat now. One last thing. It snowed today. It was a blizzard actually- our third winter storm in the fall. I never told you this but it snowed on the day Sage was born- Aug. 12. Ryan and I got a kick out of that. It was a sign!
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Our First Roadtrip!

Sage is seven weeks old. Boy, time flies when you're changing diapers and nursing. Everyone has asked me that universal question: How are you doing? I'm fine ...and probably better than most new moms from what those who have seen me say.
I don't feel quite rested 24/7 but I do get some sleep and although my tummy is too soft for my liking, I don't feel fat.
Knowing that I was never a kid person and lived quite the selfish life, you'll be pleased to know that I still get around, still go to movies and out to dinner, still have tons of fun and Sage is a dream child 80 percent of the time. Yes, there is the occasional hour or night when she's a female Damian but for the most part I couldn't be luckier or happier. She sleeps long enough for me to get 30 minutes in on my stairstepper, to do laundry, eat breakfast, respond to email and complete a 12-hour roadtrip to Yosemite. We got back last night from the national park and the poor thing didn't scream once from being strapped to a carseat for what seemed like an eternity. She wailed only when she wanted my boob and we would either feed her the bottle or make a 'nurse' stop.
I'm starting to exercise again. I was such a slacker the last few months. We climbed two days in Yosemite and I have a Stroller Strides class in Salt Lake City tomorrow morning. All I can say is that motherhood isn't as bad as everyone has made it out to be. It hasn't changed my life so completely yet that I have any regrets or feel like I've "lost myself." I tell people that having a child is like having 12 puppies. You're busier than you ever wanted to be but she is so adorable it makes up for any inconvenience. And all I want to do is hold her so I guess it's my own fault I'm getting nothing else done these days.


Sage's first campfire






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