Suburban Tramp

What a life! For the last 10 months or so, number of philosophy books I read: 0 ( pleasantly surprised by Flight of the Storks, though, will read other books by same author). I am leading a life so full of seemingly inconsequential stuff - hey who has saved the world by pureeing sweet potato? - but my energy has increased. Lara is now an individual with a character - we are best buddies. Twice a week Lara and I go fishing, oops, swimming. She became an efficient butterflier, according to her instructor, but is reluctant to do the back floats. There she met aquatot pals Jason, the cutest baby boy with deep blue eyes, and Eleanor, who was teething and not exactly in her playful mood first time they met. Being a mom is in itself a philosophical question for me - my closest friends still say they cannot imagine me as a mom(hm try a suburban mom), and I am myself still getting used to the idea that I have a baby girl (who has grown so much that is refusing to be spoon fed anymore). I spend most of my time outside the house, Starbucks being our favorite place. I need to de-caffeinate myself but I am in no hurry. Taking life easy, perhaps for the first time in my life, and enjoying my baby girl (and even contemplating a second one, and why not a third one) feels good. the part I find a little challenging is fitting into the suburban mom culture, I rathr like to see myself as a tramp of some sort, call me a suburban tramp but do not call me a suburban mom.