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 Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 3:02 am
Dear Diary;
I'm sorry I didn't write in you sooner. There's been so much to do, and I've been doing my best to keep up with it. Last I wrote, I was expecting the birth of my child. I have wonderful news; on the evening of June 24th, I gave birth to my healthy baby boy, Zekharyah Pollux. He's such a precious little thing; I've barely put him down since we got home. As it is, he's sleeping in my lap as I write this. I know I was really scared about motherhood, and to be honest, I'm still worried. But, I think I'll do alright. It's coming to me a lot easier than I thought it would. And, what I'm not sure about, I can ask Adhi about.
Mother, bless her heart, has been trying to be as helpful as she can. Which, while I appreciate it, I've told her she needn't worry about it. She's busy enough as is, and has enough to concern herself over. Ryah loves seeing his grandmother, which is good. I was sort of worried he might be a bit afraid...Mother tends to have a bit of a strong personality, to put it lightly. (( To put it not so lightly, she can be loud and rash and could have startled him. )) My worries were unfounded, thankfully.
Ryah has also been introduced to his first video game; a musical version of Tetris. His favorite level to watch is the “Dance of the Sugar Plum” fairy level; the blocks look like colored sugar cubes the music speeds up every time a row disappears. I think he likes it because the blocks break apart into sparkling clouds of sugar. And, while I'm glad he enjoys it, I've played the level so many times that I fear the song is now welded into the furthest reaches of my mind. I swear, I'm probably humming it in my sleep at this point. I keep catching myself humming it at odd times throughout the day; Ryah absolutely adores this. I, however, don't appreciate it nearly as much.
I'm sorry, Diary. I'm sure you don't want to hear my rambling on, but I simply cannot help myself. You're going to be dealing with a lot of my fussing over the baby for a while. I'm sorry, but I can't lie and say I won't do it. I mean, it's exciting, having this tiny baby. He's absolutely perfect, from head to tiny toe to tip of his little tentacles.
He's starting to stir, so I should probably put you away and out of reach. I will write again in you soon, I promise!
Sincerely,
Azubahiel Izevel
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 3:41 pm
Dear Diary;
I now understand what my mother must have gone through with my as a small child. Oh. Dear. Heavens. Let me start from the beginning; my little Ryah has said his first word. And yes, while I'm as giddy and excited as any parent would be, the situation was less than ideal. We'd been in the store, doing some simply grocery shopping when a woman walked by us with the gaudiest, brightest looking back pack I've ever laid eyes one. And, from the cart, I hear a tiny voice slowly raising: “Want.” At first, I was smiling. My baby talked! He said his first word! This, apparently, wasn't the response he wanted. The little voice became a shrieking wail: “WANT!”
I think the people in the restaurant across the street could have heard him. I tried calming him, trying to get him to quiet down. Let me tell you; holding a screaming flailing baby without dropping him is easier said than done. But I managed. Then his tentacles, not wanting to be left out of the fun, got into the act as well, waving about and hitting at me. My arms are now covered in bruises. (( I am so glad that he doesn't have claws like I used to have, or teeth yet. I don't know what I'd do if he did, Diary. )) I ended up having to take Ryah outside to calm him and leave BonBon to finish up the shopping, which is why our stock of Oreos and Little Debbie cakes is now significantly greater.
I am hoping that this is just a stage, but I fear that it may not be. He has a determination to the likes of which I've never seen. I doubt this will be tempered with age, but I can hope he learns at least a little self control? I've asked Mother for advice, since she raised me during my similar stage. She sent a care package of four first aid kits and a moving box full of band-aids. I'm not sure whether she's trying to make a joke or if she's being serious.
I hope she's joking.
Sincerely,
Azubahiel Izevel
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