Hillary’s Blog

Ok, so my hubby is a self-proclaimed Geekdad, although I doubt anyone would really argue with him on this. We were talking via IM today, as usual, and I’ve just realized that I am a Geekmom and a Geekwife. I was the one who came up with the idea of naming our daughter “Ily” after the acronym for “I love you” on IM. Of course this was after arguing that just because some celebrity named their daughter Apple didn’t mean we had to. And of course Paul found out we were preggers via IM.

So here we are the little Geekfamily. Tall Geekdad “Applehat”, with his wife “Mrs. Applehat”, living in our little geekhouse, with our little geekbaby “Baby applehat”. Driving our little geekcars “Flo” and “Six”. Running around town in our Black Buddy Scooter “Jayne” or “V” depending on which geekoccupant you ask. Playing with our big geekdog “Midas”…even our geekcat “Ginko” is a regular on icanhascheezburger.com. *sigh*

So while I don’t watch Nova or read Scientific American to our daughter… I am a geekmom who embraces how different our family is from the norm.

Ily will be 5 months old this week and I’m wondering where the time has gone so quickly. Somehow a child can slow and speed up time all at once and you look at them with awe and wonder how they could have come so far and grown so fast in such little time. I feel as if years have passed and my little girl, who only 5 months ago was inside my belly is now babbling, sitting on her own, reaching for me, standing up, eating cereal and laughing. I’m in shock and I know that 5 more months from now I’ll be wondering where that little girl who couldn’t talk yet went to… I remind myself that she’ll always be my baby and I will always lovingly be her momma.

As I sit here tonight at the kitchen table crossing off the things on my to-do list; bills, food put away, dishes done, Coke codes entered, I suddenly hear the giggles of my little girl coming through the monitor. I’m momentarily torn away from #5,#6, and #7 on my list and pause to listen to my husband, unaware I can hear him, blowing raspberries on our daughter’s feet as she laughs up a storm. There is nothing more perfect than these moments when all the pieces fit into their slots, and the house is still, save for the laughter of it’s occupants.