How can I describe it?

There are some things which a single word can describe fully. Deliciously. Completely.

Breaking your leg when your beloved daughter is four and a half months old and simultaneously living in a two story house with a broken computer is not one of them.

My GOD there are so many levels to this experience that I hardly know where to start. If I'd been chronicling the whole debacle accurately you might be able to get a taste, but my own computer fell apart a few days after my leg gave up the ghost so, as usual, my good intentions fell to the wayside in favor of a morning routine of Elmo at 8:40 AM (for the baby!) and Maury's paternity test results at 10 (because... I am not classy at all and my mother and I love that crap).

In favor of a bitch session (which I could totally bring to you and you'd be on board, you know you would) it's really late and I'm finally getting some time to blog so here are some quick updates, in no order at all:

1) My computer is still broken. It boots up and appears to want to play but I don't trust it. There is a shiny new hard drive sitting downstairs but we need Computer God Dave to fix things and he's been Very Busy with something called Work (I hesitate to ask for clarification here) so I'm still basically computerless.

2) My leg is still attached to my body, although some days it seems a much better idea to amputate the damn thing and start fresh. I am currently in a "walking cast" which consists of a regular old crappy cast with even more shit attached to the bottom as well as a "shoe" which bears no resemblance to this season's Manolo Blahnick line. To "walk" in the so-called "walking cast" I stand up (VICTORY!), take a step on my poor right leg, fling my broken and casted left leg forward into space in a hopeful gesture of motility, break my back and then step forward again with my right leg.

This is less comfortable than it sounds.

Hopefully we move to a brace in the middle of the month and get the hell out of casts altogether but there is no real update as yet as to when I get to go back to work or when I will be running the Boston Marathon.

3) Dessa (Aaaahahahah - did you catch that Boston Marathon thing? Yeah... that will be never, cast or not). Anyway. My daughter. Where to start...? She's scarfing up her solid foods like a total champ and LURVES them. We stared unsweetened applesauce recently and with every bite she goes "Urrrmmmmmmmmm" like it's the best thing ever. "Mmmmm"... applesauce.... "Mmmmmmm" this tasty tasty stuff in my mouth... "Mmmmmmm" ... ACK!!!! There isn't any more! I need more! More!!! MORE NOW... Boooohohohoooohohooohohoowaaaahwaaahwah (insert total crying fit here until we get her a bottle. Nobody can say my baby doesn't know what she wants).

Ok, what else? She's totally enamored of Elmo, who arrrives on TV promptly at 8:40 am every weekday. I have to admit that I get a kick out of Elmo too, but mostly it's watching Dess watch Elmo that kills me. She's all mesmerized and then she laughs at him. It's too much for me that she recognizes him - how did that happen? But she recognizes me and her Daddy and her Nana and the dog and she totally grins and laughs at us when she does, so why not Elmo?


She's rolling front to back and back to front fairly well now, though she will only stand being on her tummy for short intervals before she gets pissy and wants someone to come save her. She's been working up to sitting up on her own and today she was really doing well at it, compensating for her own movements and really looking like a champ. She was able to stay seated without support for a few minutes at a time before she fell over so I'm pleased as punch.

She loves Christmas shopping, which is a total bonus since Mom and I have been dragging her out on sales runs and seemingly endless rounds. She adores being out of the house and she loves to meet people. Fascinated by faces and completely entertained by people talking to her, the other day we thought we should introduce her to someone very special, someone I suspected she'd like very much.

You can decide for yourself just how excited she was to meet this guy.