And So It Begins...

So, everybody and their brother have gotten into this whole web blog thing; I figured why not. I don't have an extremely unusual or exciting life to speak of, but I do have a 10 1/2 week old daughter, so it should be interesting. Feel free to comment or laugh at the adventures of a new mommy. But you can only REALLY laugh if you've been there. Otherwise, just use me as birth control, cause sooner or later, your turn will come...ha ha ha (evil laugh). :-) No really, I love being a mom. My daughter, Eleanor, is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I think I should put her in commercials or something. Everybody should have the chance to see her beautiful smile. It's my gift to the world. I call her "The Queen". She demands complete loyalty from her daddy and I, her trusty servants. And she gets it. What her majesty wants, her majesty gets. I didn't know a 3 month old child could make demands. But we are justly rewarded. When properly doted on, she gives us huge gummy smiles, and she's even laughed a couple times. I spend hours babbling back at her nonsense sounds, which she then babbles more. We spend long afternoons babbling at each other. If aliens studying our world stumbled across one of our conversations, they would give up and leave, thinking there is no way human beings could be intelligent in any manner of the word. And I'm not sure I even should be "baby-talking" her. Some "experts", whoever they are (and they obviously never had children), say you should talk to babies like adults to improve their intelligence levels and help them speak sooner. Other "experts" say babble is okay, which makes me think these are the smarter "experts", except that advice was immediately followed by the reason that babble is okay: because it "teaches babies how to have adult conversation.".....As in I talk, you talk, I talk kinda thing. Where do these people come up with this stuff? SHE'S THREE MONTHS OLD! Some expert. Hmm.... does anybody else want to write a book about something, be deemed an "expert", and get paid for it, or is that just me? I mean, think about it. I know how to tie my shoes. Does that mean I'm an expert? I should invent a new way to tie shoes, and then travel the country, no wait, the WORLD, touting the reasons why everybody should tie their shoes my way. It's better for your arches, or something. And I would be introduced at shoe tieing seminars as Katie Gordon, Shoe Securing Guru and Leading Expert in the Rabbit Ear Method. Cause they always have these hysterical titles. And you look and just have to laugh. It's like, come on, you're making that up, right. Anyway. Maybe they are experts. I certainly have no room to talk. I'm convinced I'm a horrible mother because I'm even thinking about switching to formula. Eleanor finally took a bottle yesterday and I'm debating about at least supplementing, if not completely switching. But I feel insanely selfish. {sigh} The trials of motherhood. Any advice is welcome. Have a great day.