Peanut just published my post before I could type anything. She's already part of the blogosphere registering her complaints! Having her on my lap is not working while I type... Okay, now she's in her swing...
Anyway, the funniest thing happened yesterday. It's been oft-discussed that she just won't/doesn't roll over. But I still stick her own her stomach for tummy time. Not in hopes she'll roll, but so her head doesn't get flatter. So she's on her belly and crying. I turn to look at an email. Three seconds later, I noticed she's now on her back and crying. I'm not sure what happened in the meantime, but something certainly did. I just had to scoop her up and give her hugs and kisses. She's just too cute.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
New food group: Solids
The Peanut started solids yesterday. Single grain oatmeal mixed with breast milk. The look on her face was pretty priceless. "What the hell is this mushy crap in my mouth?" She managed to eat a few teaspoons of it - and this morning, too - instead of wearing most of it.
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We interrupt this post to have a dance around the den with the Peanut to New Order's Blue Monday playing on BBC1!!!!
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We need to figure out what the next step is. A veggie of some sort, I suppose. Peas? Sweet potatoes? Meanwhile, I'm attempting to wean her from her night feeding. We all could use the sleep. So far, I haven't encountered too much success. But, she'll go seven hours now, instead of six. It's amazing how much that extra hour means.
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We interrupt this post to have a dance around the den with the Peanut to New Order's Blue Monday playing on BBC1!!!!
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We need to figure out what the next step is. A veggie of some sort, I suppose. Peas? Sweet potatoes? Meanwhile, I'm attempting to wean her from her night feeding. We all could use the sleep. So far, I haven't encountered too much success. But, she'll go seven hours now, instead of six. It's amazing how much that extra hour means.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Bugs and such
BUGS: I've been plagued by a nastiee stomach flu for the past few days. It hit me suddenly like a ton of bricks Wednesday mid morning. Bob even had to come home from work early to help tend the Peanut. Aren't these bugs only supposed to last 24 hours? I still feel funky (and not the good Parliament Funkadelic-type funky). Food is staying down (good), but I still feel quite queasy (bad). That's all I have to say on that subject.
AND SUCH: My kid is super. She amazes me every single day. I just can't get over it. She's awesome, in the truest sense of the word. She leaves me speechless at the very sight of her.
Election night - hip hip hooray!!!!!!!!!!! That's all I have to say on that subject, too :)
We've been trying to catch up on some movies as of late. Here's a round up of what we're watching:
Sex and the City: The Movie: Terrible, disappointing - I don't enjoy drama for drama's sake.
Indiana Jones and the Yada Yada: It's Indiana Jones, which is good, but this movie made no sense. Some good things should just fade away.
Hot Fuzz: So good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In Bruges: Funny yet surprisingly poignant in places. Quite enjoyable.
Lars and the Real Girl: Sweet
Forgetting Sarah Marshall: Fun overall - felt a little long in some parts
Iron Man: Very entertaining, in that summer blockbuster movie way
Looking forward to seeing X-Files movie (which I hear is bad) and The Tudors: Season 2 in December. Love those Tudors!!!!
AND SUCH: My kid is super. She amazes me every single day. I just can't get over it. She's awesome, in the truest sense of the word. She leaves me speechless at the very sight of her.
Election night - hip hip hooray!!!!!!!!!!! That's all I have to say on that subject, too :)
We've been trying to catch up on some movies as of late. Here's a round up of what we're watching:
Sex and the City: The Movie: Terrible, disappointing - I don't enjoy drama for drama's sake.
Indiana Jones and the Yada Yada: It's Indiana Jones, which is good, but this movie made no sense. Some good things should just fade away.
Hot Fuzz: So good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In Bruges: Funny yet surprisingly poignant in places. Quite enjoyable.
Lars and the Real Girl: Sweet
Forgetting Sarah Marshall: Fun overall - felt a little long in some parts
Iron Man: Very entertaining, in that summer blockbuster movie way
Looking forward to seeing X-Files movie (which I hear is bad) and The Tudors: Season 2 in December. Love those Tudors!!!!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Today is the Day
Whoa, I bet the "blogosphere" will be on fire today with yahoos spouting off their two cents. So let me add my voice to the din. Oddly enough, I don't feel the least bit political. Sure, I went out and voted this morning (no line whatsoever) and dragged the Peanut with me for her first taste of the democratic process. I am actually in more of a contemplative mood. Eight years. I've been focused on this day for eight years. And now it's here. And where did the time go? Eight freaking years. Life is speeding up. I can't believe it. Where is the time going? Mostly spent worrying about bullshit is my best guess. Having a kid really puts a lot into perspective. What's really important and what seems really important but really isn't.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Everybody's working for the weekend...
I'm feeling good. Ever since I've come to the conclusion that my lack of sleep is making me delusional, I feel more at peace. See, all I needed was a logical explanation for what's been happening to me. My brain has the tendency to jump to all sorts of wild conclusions. But it all comes down to sleep. Really. I have not had a full night of uninterrupted sleep (eight hours) in, say, 13 months. While I was pregnant, it was the whole get up to pee 5(000) times in the middle of the night thing. Now it's getting up to feed the Peanut one to three times a night. It's mostly once a night, so I'm not complaining or anything. I feel like I can let a lot more stuff go. Whatever. I'll get to it. Or I won't. I heard somewhere that kids, when they grow up, will never really remember how clean their house was - they just remember the time they spent with you. That's kind of my new mantra. So what if I have some seriously crazy cobwebs in my house or a ton of unfinished yard work. It'll get done at some point. Or it won't. Stressing about it doesn't get it done. And who needs that extra baggage to carry around? I either do it or don't do it. But fretting about not doing it just makes me feel crappy. And fretting about what Bob's doing/not doing makes me feel crappier.
For instance, Sunday, Bob spent a good, hmm, I don't know, say 90 minutes crafting a letter to the editor. While I applaud his community mindedness, part of me was annoyed. A big part. Why couldn't he have expended that energy on vacuuming? But that was then. Today, I'm more like whatever. He had to express himself and that's important to. Me stomping around the house waiting for him to pick up the clue phone was unproductive, and I guess I should add immature. *shock*
Is this what enlightenment feels like? :)
I had an absolutely sublime day with the Peanut yesterday. She had to get two vaccinations in the morning (that's a whole other post) and I was in a cuddling mood. I used to think she needed the cuddle. Now I fully admit that I need it more than she. She was a complete champ, by the way. Sure, she cried a bit, but she was done by the time I had redressed her. She seemed pretty unfazed after that. We spent the entire day playing and snuggling. So nice. For some reason, Peanut has some sort of island flair. She loves-loves-loves when I sing Day-O/The Banana Boat Song. She'll go from flat out screaming to laughing by mid song. Since she seems to like it, I put on some Bob Marley and we sat on the floor practicing her sitting up (I've given up on the rolling over and moved on). We swayed to the music and laughed together. It was pure joy.
Oh man, and she just fell asleep by herself. Do I have a great kid or what?
For instance, Sunday, Bob spent a good, hmm, I don't know, say 90 minutes crafting a letter to the editor. While I applaud his community mindedness, part of me was annoyed. A big part. Why couldn't he have expended that energy on vacuuming? But that was then. Today, I'm more like whatever. He had to express himself and that's important to. Me stomping around the house waiting for him to pick up the clue phone was unproductive, and I guess I should add immature. *shock*
Is this what enlightenment feels like? :)
I had an absolutely sublime day with the Peanut yesterday. She had to get two vaccinations in the morning (that's a whole other post) and I was in a cuddling mood. I used to think she needed the cuddle. Now I fully admit that I need it more than she. She was a complete champ, by the way. Sure, she cried a bit, but she was done by the time I had redressed her. She seemed pretty unfazed after that. We spent the entire day playing and snuggling. So nice. For some reason, Peanut has some sort of island flair. She loves-loves-loves when I sing Day-O/The Banana Boat Song. She'll go from flat out screaming to laughing by mid song. Since she seems to like it, I put on some Bob Marley and we sat on the floor practicing her sitting up (I've given up on the rolling over and moved on). We swayed to the music and laughed together. It was pure joy.
Oh man, and she just fell asleep by herself. Do I have a great kid or what?
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Excuse me, but did you just say "Ga-Ga"?
I went to my very first gala last night. Well, technically half of one, since like Cinderella, I needed to bail when the clock struck 7:30pm so I could get home to the Peanut. I have to say that I find it very difficult to mix with adults. Make that adult strangers. I'm okay with ones I know - friends, even acquaintances like Bob's coworkers, I feel that they understand and accept me and my blank stares and confused looks. My loss for words. But last night I had to mix and mingle with people I don't know. It took all the few brain cells I have available to me to get through the night - and not to bore people too, too much with talk about my baby. The powers that be thought it be more proper to NOT seat spouses next to each other. So I was on my own all through dinner as Bob was an ocean away three seats over. It's not like I could have just talked to him all night anyway. It was his gala and he had to work the table and the room. The entire time I struggled with this question - how much of myself should I be? I'm just too tired to be sure.
PM Nap...
...is going very well today. I heard her stir a few times, but I think she fell back to sleep on her own.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Oh the tears...
I admit that as a mommy, I frequently gravitate toward the easier/quicker fixes. Peanut can't stand tummy time after 5 minutes and starts freaking out, I pick her up. Peanut can't fall asleep, I nurse her. My rationale has been that she's little and needs to feel secure, etc. That whole recreating the womb concept since she's new around here. Now that she's five months, I can't really rely on this. She's growing up. She's outgrown that notion of needing a "fourth trimester". Now it's my turn. So I'm in desperate need of new tactics and a new over all parenting philosophy. For some reason, I decided that yesterday had to be THE day.
Ever since she caught the sniffles last week, her napping has been erratic. I could only get her to sleep for 20-minute stretches in her crib. This won't do. I put her down for a PM nap awake and encouraged her to fall asleep on her own. Oh the tears. From both of us. I'm trying out the check in on her after 5-10-15-20 minutes technique. The first four minutes go by without much incident. I hear her babbling away to herself or her mobile. Then she starts to get upset. I go in. She's fine again. I leave the room. She then proceeds to cry for the next 10 minutes. Meanwhile, I'm lying down in my bed wondering if I'm doing the right thing. Finally, at the 10 minute mark I go into her room to calm her down and give her a paci ('cause it's always something). I explain to her the importance of napping in her life, how I'm just in the next room if she really needs me and that I won't be back in for 15 minutes. She immediately starts wailing. Each minute that goes by is excruciating. I find that I can't keep lying in my bed or time won't move on. I go to sort the mail. Pick up the house a bit. She's crying hysterically. I quietly peek in to make sure she isn't in some sort of dire predicament. Nope. Just pissy. I know this because when I go in and talk to her, she's fine and dandy. Now I'm just getting plain upset here myself. Each cry pierces my soul. I know that may come across as over dramatic... but that's how it is. I want to cave and rush in to stop her cries and make her happy again. Instead, I call Bob at work for a pep talk. He isn't around. I leave a pitiful message on his voice mail and head straight for the pint of ice cream in the freezer. A few spoonfuls to fill up my sadness. Doesn't work, though. To make a long story not so long, she ended up falling asleep five minutes shy of the 20 minute visit mark. Fifteen minutes of more mutual misery. You would think I'd feel good about this turn of events, but it made me feel more horrible. My kid had to cry herself to sleep. I feel like I broke her little spirit. Bob finally called me back. He's able to be much more tough. He tries to spin this sitcho into a whole "giving her the tools necessary to rely on herself" spiel. He's right. But it doesn't feel right. There has to be another sleep answer besides crying it out. I feel cruel.
This is the thing I have to reconcile. Doing what's "best" for her in the long run even if it's hard and unpopular. And makes me feel miserable. I was in a funk for the rest of the night.
Ever since she caught the sniffles last week, her napping has been erratic. I could only get her to sleep for 20-minute stretches in her crib. This won't do. I put her down for a PM nap awake and encouraged her to fall asleep on her own. Oh the tears. From both of us. I'm trying out the check in on her after 5-10-15-20 minutes technique. The first four minutes go by without much incident. I hear her babbling away to herself or her mobile. Then she starts to get upset. I go in. She's fine again. I leave the room. She then proceeds to cry for the next 10 minutes. Meanwhile, I'm lying down in my bed wondering if I'm doing the right thing. Finally, at the 10 minute mark I go into her room to calm her down and give her a paci ('cause it's always something). I explain to her the importance of napping in her life, how I'm just in the next room if she really needs me and that I won't be back in for 15 minutes. She immediately starts wailing. Each minute that goes by is excruciating. I find that I can't keep lying in my bed or time won't move on. I go to sort the mail. Pick up the house a bit. She's crying hysterically. I quietly peek in to make sure she isn't in some sort of dire predicament. Nope. Just pissy. I know this because when I go in and talk to her, she's fine and dandy. Now I'm just getting plain upset here myself. Each cry pierces my soul. I know that may come across as over dramatic... but that's how it is. I want to cave and rush in to stop her cries and make her happy again. Instead, I call Bob at work for a pep talk. He isn't around. I leave a pitiful message on his voice mail and head straight for the pint of ice cream in the freezer. A few spoonfuls to fill up my sadness. Doesn't work, though. To make a long story not so long, she ended up falling asleep five minutes shy of the 20 minute visit mark. Fifteen minutes of more mutual misery. You would think I'd feel good about this turn of events, but it made me feel more horrible. My kid had to cry herself to sleep. I feel like I broke her little spirit. Bob finally called me back. He's able to be much more tough. He tries to spin this sitcho into a whole "giving her the tools necessary to rely on herself" spiel. He's right. But it doesn't feel right. There has to be another sleep answer besides crying it out. I feel cruel.
This is the thing I have to reconcile. Doing what's "best" for her in the long run even if it's hard and unpopular. And makes me feel miserable. I was in a funk for the rest of the night.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Curious Case of the Mommy Brain
I had all of these great things about being a mommy swirling around in my head last night. Cool stuff for the blog. Now here I am and guess what? I can't remember a single thought. Not one. Mommy brain strikes again.
Since I don't have anything profound to share, I'll just jabber on about a few random things.
One: When I started this blog, I remember Peanut hated the swing. She went from all out crying in it to giving me that "you are such a half-assed mom" look. I even posted a picture. Now she's asleep beside me. All content in the swing. This is yet another situation where I was all freaked out about her development. Ha. Oh, and then I was all worried that she didn't seem to be reaching out and grabbing for things she finds interesting like the babycenter.com email suggested she would. Ha-ha. Every time she either a) grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks or b) pulls the *ahem* excess skin under my chin I have to just laugh at myself.
Two: The Bumbo chair is incompletely named. It should be called the Bum-blowout chair. Every day, Peanut poops in the chair and this poop is not contained in the diaper. I love the fact that she can sit up in it. That's cool and all. But sheesh. I'm constantly rushing her upstairs to have an accident clean up. When-will-I-learn? Perhaps I should put her on a little potty. tee-hee.
Three: Here's a non mommy-related thought (I do have a few). Usually one TV in my house (like having one car) works out just fine. Every so often, though, a situation does pop up. Like tonight. I want to watch the Project Runway finale while Bob wants to watch baseball. Guess I lose and will have to tape (YES, I SAID TAPE) Project Runway. I'm such a great wife. Notice here that there is no mention of the debate in here. We are what's wrong with America.
Four: Speaking of politics, we have our very first political sign out in our front lawn. Never thought I'd be the type. But I never had a lawn before for a presidential election, either. I don't want to hurry life up or anything, but I am looking forward to the end of this election cycle. It's been dragging on and on and on... and I seriously could do without the phone calls and the knocks on the door.
Five: What were the McCain/Palin people thinking sending her out to drop the puck at a Flyers game. Don't they pay consultants $$$ to tell them that Philadelphians can boo like nobody's business. Philly is known nationwide for booing. Someone always brings up how Philly even booed Santa Claus (extenuating circumstances notwithstanding). Why would they send her out there? Her cutie-pie daughter was not enough to stave off the boos. I realize Ed Snider is a McCain supporter. Is he that out of touch with his fan base, 'cause why would he sabotage her like that? In all the clips of the ceremony, she's the one who comes off looking foolish - not the Flyers fans.
Six: Miley Cyrus just isn't a good singer. Plain and simple. Hannah Montana might be a fun campfest... but that's as far as it goes.
Seven: I attempted to sign up for online bill paying this morning... but the paragraph upon paragraph upon... of user agreements and what nots overwhelmed my brain. I just canceled out of the whole thing.
Okay, I guess that's what is rattling around in the ol' brain of mine.
Since I don't have anything profound to share, I'll just jabber on about a few random things.
One: When I started this blog, I remember Peanut hated the swing. She went from all out crying in it to giving me that "you are such a half-assed mom" look. I even posted a picture. Now she's asleep beside me. All content in the swing. This is yet another situation where I was all freaked out about her development. Ha. Oh, and then I was all worried that she didn't seem to be reaching out and grabbing for things she finds interesting like the babycenter.com email suggested she would. Ha-ha. Every time she either a) grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks or b) pulls the *ahem* excess skin under my chin I have to just laugh at myself.
Two: The Bumbo chair is incompletely named. It should be called the Bum-blowout chair. Every day, Peanut poops in the chair and this poop is not contained in the diaper. I love the fact that she can sit up in it. That's cool and all. But sheesh. I'm constantly rushing her upstairs to have an accident clean up. When-will-I-learn? Perhaps I should put her on a little potty. tee-hee.
Three: Here's a non mommy-related thought (I do have a few). Usually one TV in my house (like having one car) works out just fine. Every so often, though, a situation does pop up. Like tonight. I want to watch the Project Runway finale while Bob wants to watch baseball. Guess I lose and will have to tape (YES, I SAID TAPE) Project Runway. I'm such a great wife. Notice here that there is no mention of the debate in here. We are what's wrong with America.
Four: Speaking of politics, we have our very first political sign out in our front lawn. Never thought I'd be the type. But I never had a lawn before for a presidential election, either. I don't want to hurry life up or anything, but I am looking forward to the end of this election cycle. It's been dragging on and on and on... and I seriously could do without the phone calls and the knocks on the door.
Five: What were the McCain/Palin people thinking sending her out to drop the puck at a Flyers game. Don't they pay consultants $$$ to tell them that Philadelphians can boo like nobody's business. Philly is known nationwide for booing. Someone always brings up how Philly even booed Santa Claus (extenuating circumstances notwithstanding). Why would they send her out there? Her cutie-pie daughter was not enough to stave off the boos. I realize Ed Snider is a McCain supporter. Is he that out of touch with his fan base, 'cause why would he sabotage her like that? In all the clips of the ceremony, she's the one who comes off looking foolish - not the Flyers fans.
Six: Miley Cyrus just isn't a good singer. Plain and simple. Hannah Montana might be a fun campfest... but that's as far as it goes.
Seven: I attempted to sign up for online bill paying this morning... but the paragraph upon paragraph upon... of user agreements and what nots overwhelmed my brain. I just canceled out of the whole thing.
Okay, I guess that's what is rattling around in the ol' brain of mine.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Peanut is sick. I am sick. Bob is sick. And thus, it begins...
We're all sick. I have heard about this happening to friends, so I knew it would happen to us at some point. It's inevitable. But, I didn't think it would happen this soon. I think the Peanut being a breastfed, no daycare baby gave some sort of false sense of security. All I can say is Duh. I don't know where she picked it up. My dad was sick over the weekend when we saw him. Or maybe it's just one of those change of weather things. Being my kid, Peanut is destined to have sinus issues. Who knows? Monday, we woke up in a complete panic. She has an array of usual fussy grunty noises she makes. But Monday morning, my mommy ears picked up that something was different. Bob and I dash out of bed to find Peanut stuffed up and freaking out - causing her to forget to breathe at points. Her whole face turned bright red and her eyes got big. Bob managed to calm her down and get her to breathe regularly. Whew. Those few seconds seemed like an eternity. I have a whole new compassion for parents of asthmatic children. So scary. We were both so freaked that Bob decided to stay home sick all day so we could watch her together. She just caught a little sniffle, but on Monday, to us rookie parents, it seemed more like the plague. This week has ended up being all about TLC for Peanut. Lots of love and snuggles. Now that I'm sick, though, I'm afraid to get too close. I don't want this to become something we pass back and forth to each other for the next four weeks. She seems to be feeling better. The problem is that she's deliriously tired. She's been napping and sleeping challenged unless she's snuggled near me. It's taking two hours each night to get her to sleep. Even getting her back to sleep after our middle of the night feeding took a good hour or so (this has never happened before - she's usually lights out immediately). Bob has been a champ. He really jumped in and took control of the sleep situation and got her back down while I got some sleep. I'm grateful to him, yet I can't help but feel a wee bit guilty. I feel better this morning and can have some blog time while he has to trudge off to work all day.
It's funny, I just heard her wake up and start fussing like she has been. But she's just so exhausted that she must have fallen back to sleep. No more energy to fuss.
Okay, totally random thought, but I've been wondering about it for some time. In Pink's new song, she says something about starting a fight. Just how many fights is Pink getting into these days? I think she's great and all, but really. I'm sure she got into her fair share of scrapes back in the day, but today? Seriously. It's kind of funny to picture her trying to throw down with J. Lo. Tee hee.
I'm also going to put on my rampant and shameless consumerism hat for one second. I know, totally not zen... but I can't help myself. I have to crow about my new Maclaren stroller. It's pretty cool. It's small, light and very mobile. We zip through the stores now. My Zooper is a great stroller (even though I heard the company just went out of business - so screw my warranty) with tons of features and a more comfortable ride for the Peanut. But I just got so tired of hauling it in and out of our teeny trunk. I now have a dedicated car stroller. How decadent is that?
Here's something else I've observed. If Peanut isn't in a dress or wearing pink (or maybe purple) people think she's a boy. Not that this is a problem. Just something I've noticed. It's funny how certain things signify GIRL to people.
Hmm.. what else is on my mind? I'm hoping that the concrete work going on on my street will wrap up today. It's been two weeks of loud. It's looking great... but the jackhammering while Peanut is trying to sleep is a bit much.
I guess that's all I know for the week. Oh! Can I also share how much I love Shout Advanced stain remover? It gets baby poop out like crazy. Hurrah! And I would consider myself an expert in this field.
It's funny, I just heard her wake up and start fussing like she has been. But she's just so exhausted that she must have fallen back to sleep. No more energy to fuss.
Okay, totally random thought, but I've been wondering about it for some time. In Pink's new song, she says something about starting a fight. Just how many fights is Pink getting into these days? I think she's great and all, but really. I'm sure she got into her fair share of scrapes back in the day, but today? Seriously. It's kind of funny to picture her trying to throw down with J. Lo. Tee hee.
I'm also going to put on my rampant and shameless consumerism hat for one second. I know, totally not zen... but I can't help myself. I have to crow about my new Maclaren stroller. It's pretty cool. It's small, light and very mobile. We zip through the stores now. My Zooper is a great stroller (even though I heard the company just went out of business - so screw my warranty) with tons of features and a more comfortable ride for the Peanut. But I just got so tired of hauling it in and out of our teeny trunk. I now have a dedicated car stroller. How decadent is that?
Here's something else I've observed. If Peanut isn't in a dress or wearing pink (or maybe purple) people think she's a boy. Not that this is a problem. Just something I've noticed. It's funny how certain things signify GIRL to people.
Hmm.. what else is on my mind? I'm hoping that the concrete work going on on my street will wrap up today. It's been two weeks of loud. It's looking great... but the jackhammering while Peanut is trying to sleep is a bit much.
I guess that's all I know for the week. Oh! Can I also share how much I love Shout Advanced stain remover? It gets baby poop out like crazy. Hurrah! And I would consider myself an expert in this field.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Falling for Fall
Fall is my absolute favorite season. I love the crisp chill in the air. I love the smell of it. And, of course, the leaf thing is pretty cool. But being a parent brings new seasonal worries I hadn't anticipated. For instance, I'm pretty adamant about not turning on the heat until like after Halloween. It just doesn't seem necessary. But now, I guess I'll have to be more flexible. I can't freeze my kid. Her poor little mouth quivered this morning. D'oh. So I dressed her up in a onesie, socks, pants and a hoodie. I think she felt much better about things after that (well, until she had a huge blow out, but nevermind, anyway). Now I need to figure out what to dress her in when we go out, too. Bob put her in a super cute dress for our night out to BJ's, but since it was so chilly, we covered her in a blanket. I know I'm making this needlessly difficult. Just stick a coat on her and go. But gee whiz, we combed the mall on Saturday going into every damn children's store and could not find a fleece coat in her size THAT DID NOT HAVE A HOOD. What is with that? Hoodies are tres cute. I get that. But they are not practical when you spend 75 percent of your day lying down. The hood gets all bunchy and annoys her. I was feeling a little desperate, so I even checked out Nordstrom. Nothing. We have a big-ass mall near us, too. BIG ASS. And nothing. I even checked out the boy fashions. Still came up empty. Thank goodness for Looseyfur who sent me a gray sweatshirt from Baby Gap. That is perfect. Why can't I find more like that? One is not enough. It shouldn't be that hard. Even the internet let me down. Back to the drawing board.
See, it's always the little things that trip me up. Sometimes I wish I had thought more about what happens when the baby was out while I was pregnant than focusing so much on the pregnancy itself.
Speaking of BJ's... They keep sending me offers for a 60-day free trial. I intended on many occasions to try it out, but I always ended up forgetting. Last night, we finally took them up on the offer. I've never, ever stepped into one of these type of stores in my life. In my former life, what would I ever do with a gallon drum of syrup? Now with a baby and a house, I thought it would be more worthwhile. I admit that I'm sort of fuzzy about what I pay for things. I'm not always the best shopper. I can't be bothered with going around trying to find the cheapest price on things since I still sort of maintain a one-bedroom apartment mentality. This needs to change into a stock-up-and-save mentality, especially in this new economy. Anyway, talk about a bemusing experience. I can't imagine why anyone would ever need *that* much minced garlic? And the one item I'm very keen on price is diapers. They were like $1 cheaper at BJ's. ??? One dollar. That's it. A buck. It's seems better to get them from Amazon and save on tax and gas and time and trouble. I was excited to buy 8 toothbrushes and 6 boxes of Puffs, though. That should set me up for 8 months.
Gosh, I have a lot of commentary on very mundane things today. It's funny how my life has changed that this is my focus. If someone would have told me this 10 years ago. I'd laugh. Unbelievable.
I'm not even going to touch the debates last night. They seem so pointless. Do they change people's minds for real? I highly doubt that. Obama voters are going to think Biden is experienced and knowledgeable while Palin is a folksy rookie who can cram like a college student. McCain voters are going to think... well, I have no idea what they think. I think, in the end, what bothers me most about the Bush administration is the dumbing down of America. Our expectations have gotten so low that just showing up, looking cute and stringing a few talking points together is enough to be applauded as a victory. Sheesh. This whole thing is difficult, though. I'm so grrl power. I love to see girls kick ass. But, could you see Palin with her aw shucks hockey mom demeanor talking to Putin. It's laughable. Time and place, people, time and place.
See, it's always the little things that trip me up. Sometimes I wish I had thought more about what happens when the baby was out while I was pregnant than focusing so much on the pregnancy itself.
Speaking of BJ's... They keep sending me offers for a 60-day free trial. I intended on many occasions to try it out, but I always ended up forgetting. Last night, we finally took them up on the offer. I've never, ever stepped into one of these type of stores in my life. In my former life, what would I ever do with a gallon drum of syrup? Now with a baby and a house, I thought it would be more worthwhile. I admit that I'm sort of fuzzy about what I pay for things. I'm not always the best shopper. I can't be bothered with going around trying to find the cheapest price on things since I still sort of maintain a one-bedroom apartment mentality. This needs to change into a stock-up-and-save mentality, especially in this new economy. Anyway, talk about a bemusing experience. I can't imagine why anyone would ever need *that* much minced garlic? And the one item I'm very keen on price is diapers. They were like $1 cheaper at BJ's. ??? One dollar. That's it. A buck. It's seems better to get them from Amazon and save on tax and gas and time and trouble. I was excited to buy 8 toothbrushes and 6 boxes of Puffs, though. That should set me up for 8 months.
Gosh, I have a lot of commentary on very mundane things today. It's funny how my life has changed that this is my focus. If someone would have told me this 10 years ago. I'd laugh. Unbelievable.
I'm not even going to touch the debates last night. They seem so pointless. Do they change people's minds for real? I highly doubt that. Obama voters are going to think Biden is experienced and knowledgeable while Palin is a folksy rookie who can cram like a college student. McCain voters are going to think... well, I have no idea what they think. I think, in the end, what bothers me most about the Bush administration is the dumbing down of America. Our expectations have gotten so low that just showing up, looking cute and stringing a few talking points together is enough to be applauded as a victory. Sheesh. This whole thing is difficult, though. I'm so grrl power. I love to see girls kick ass. But, could you see Palin with her aw shucks hockey mom demeanor talking to Putin. It's laughable. Time and place, people, time and place.
Friday, September 26, 2008
I clearly need to get tough
Being a mom isn't for the faint of heart. And I clearly need to get tough. I absolutely cannot turn into jelly when she has a boo-boo (that I inflicted on her, no less). I think it just gets her upset since I think she's a sensitive child who picks up on vibes. Here's the sitcho: Peanut has long fingernails. And they grow ridiculously fast. I don't think this an uncommon thing with kids. Anyway, for the past few months (since we've allowed her to have her hands) I've cut her nails while she's asleep. This worked for awhile, but as she gets older - it's not as effective. So, I thought, hell, I'm the mommy, I need to just grab her little hand and cut the nails. I mean, it just wasn't getting done the old way and it needed to. Things went fine with the fingers. She looked a little perplexed, but that's it. Then came the thumb. I ended up nipping her skin and it started to bleed. And it just didn't seem to ever want to stop. At this point, I'm starting to feel a bit frantic. So she starts to cry. Which makes me more frantic. Which makes her scream. Which makes me even more frantic until we are both complete messes. Flashback to the hospital when we received bad advice from the baby nurse and cut her fingernails - and nicked her skin. We got written up so the pediatricians could take a look at what we did. Great, we're already bad parents. Fast forward back to today. We don't have any teeny bandages. Shit. Why don't we have first aid ready for our child? So I jam an adult-sized band-aid onto her thumb. Okay. Crap, she sucks on her hands all the time. What if she sucks the band-aid right off her thumb, swallows it and chokes? Band-aid off. At this point, the cut has clotted. Okay, cool. I go to change her diaper and throw her laundry in the wash. Next thing I notice is some dots of blood on her "Mommy's Little Monster" onesie. AACCK! The cut is bleeding again. Now what? Then I got the genius idea to run her hand under the bathroom tap. Why, I have no clue. It works for burns, I thought. We are both frantic again. I go get another band-aid to jam on her thumb. Since it's nap time, I again can't allow her to wear a band-aid unsupervised. Then a brainstorm. Why don't I swaddle her right arm so she can't get to that bandaged thumb. Yeah. Where are her swaddles? Crap, both of her bigger swaddles are in the laundry. I only have one small one. I cram the screaming child into it. I nurse her. She seems to relax. Hurrah for the magical boob. I'm only partially better. I'm worried that she'll wiggle that arm loose and proceed to then choke on the band-aid. Off it comes for the second time. I put her down to sleep. I go eat some chocolate.
Maybe I should go look. Make sure she isn't bleeding to death.
Damn! She caught me. I snuck in there to peek and she opened her eyes at that moment. I rushed out of there. Hmm... did she look unusually pale? I better go try to peek again.
Okay, she is back asleep. The thumb seems okay, too. I'm such a freaking rookie.
I know this post seems a little melodramatic. The point is that I need to get tough. I managed to turn a little teeny cut into a catastrophe. Or is it a fiasco? Either way, what am I going to do when her first boyfriend doesn't call her?
Maybe I should go look. Make sure she isn't bleeding to death.
Damn! She caught me. I snuck in there to peek and she opened her eyes at that moment. I rushed out of there. Hmm... did she look unusually pale? I better go try to peek again.
Okay, she is back asleep. The thumb seems okay, too. I'm such a freaking rookie.
I know this post seems a little melodramatic. The point is that I need to get tough. I managed to turn a little teeny cut into a catastrophe. Or is it a fiasco? Either way, what am I going to do when her first boyfriend doesn't call her?
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
She Did It! Update
This is sort of funny, since Peanut rolled over last Monday, she has shown no signs of doing it again. I mean, zero interest. Not even close to thinking about possibly being interested in attempting this feat again. It cracks me up. It's like - Yup, I did it. Check me off, but I don't see how this adds to my current situation. It reminds me to chill out about developmental milestones. Just like with the swaddle thing. She will crawl. She will walk. She will talk. At her pace. So I'm not going to add to our stress by worrying about this stuff. She'll get there in her own time. Just like today. It's AM nap and not only is she not swaddled, but she even fell asleep by herself with no paci, either. So there.
Her doctor seems pretty low key about this sort of stuff, too. There has never been talk about percentiles. She asked about how breastfeeding is going, if Peanut rolled over yet and if she's developing teeth. That's pretty much it. I think the no pressure vibe. That works for me. Anyway, Peanut had her four-month check up yesterday. Things seem to be progressing. She's growing - and that's her number one job.
We had a nice time at the beach this weekend. We even mini golfed. I actually played better when I was wearing Peanut in the carrier. As soon as we put her in the stroller, I sucked. I'm going to adopt playing with one hand always.
Other than that, I'm just waiting for MY bailout to come.
Her doctor seems pretty low key about this sort of stuff, too. There has never been talk about percentiles. She asked about how breastfeeding is going, if Peanut rolled over yet and if she's developing teeth. That's pretty much it. I think the no pressure vibe. That works for me. Anyway, Peanut had her four-month check up yesterday. Things seem to be progressing. She's growing - and that's her number one job.
We had a nice time at the beach this weekend. We even mini golfed. I actually played better when I was wearing Peanut in the carrier. As soon as we put her in the stroller, I sucked. I'm going to adopt playing with one hand always.
Other than that, I'm just waiting for MY bailout to come.
Monday, September 15, 2008
She Did It!
She rolled over from front to back. I'm pretty sure she didn't mean to. Even though I knew she would do it any day now, we still both looked a little surprised at each other. I tried to encourage her to do it again, but no such luck. She couldn't figure it out. I'm happy that she's developing, but now I have to keep an even closer eye on her since she's now on the move.
She was just wonderful this weekend. We had a super social Saturday and she took it with pretty good humor. We kept waiting for her next day meltdown and it never happened. Well, it happened this afternoon. It didn't help that her rashy neck was especially raw. ??? I try to keep after it with varying degrees of success. I'm not sure what the deal is there. It must bother her quite a bit. At least it should clear up when she gets her neck. There's not much there yet. :) It's tough to get screamed at by someone you love for 30 minutes and I was dumbfounded when my usual remedy of nursing didn't seem to work. She was crying too much to stay latched on. After I calmed her down, she fell right to sleep. Totally emotionally spent, I went and ate some cake and felt much better.
PS I love cake. Cake cake cake!
PPS I find I waste too much time on Facebook. I'm going to have to limit it to once a week.
She was just wonderful this weekend. We had a super social Saturday and she took it with pretty good humor. We kept waiting for her next day meltdown and it never happened. Well, it happened this afternoon. It didn't help that her rashy neck was especially raw. ??? I try to keep after it with varying degrees of success. I'm not sure what the deal is there. It must bother her quite a bit. At least it should clear up when she gets her neck. There's not much there yet. :) It's tough to get screamed at by someone you love for 30 minutes and I was dumbfounded when my usual remedy of nursing didn't seem to work. She was crying too much to stay latched on. After I calmed her down, she fell right to sleep. Totally emotionally spent, I went and ate some cake and felt much better.
PS I love cake. Cake cake cake!
PPS I find I waste too much time on Facebook. I'm going to have to limit it to once a week.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Back in Blog
Big news! Peanut slept last night with her arms completely free of the swaddle. Sure, her bottom half is still in the swaddle, but it really serves more as a blanket for her. And see, I was afraid her college roommate would have to swaddle her before bed. :) We followed a slow course of allowing her to have an arm each night - switching it up. For the past week, she's spent nap times with her arms free. And now, voila! All night. I'm so proud of her. She totally rocks. If fact, I've noticed a huge change in her this week. She just seems more okay with the world. More used to things. It's amazing to watch her develop. The best is hearing her laugh, though. She will play in her gym and just laugh at Monsieur Monkey and Ellie Elephant. It makes me laugh to watch her. She's not protesting things as much, either. I plunked her in the Ergo carrier and walked down to meet Bob at the trolley stop. Not a peep. The stroller, too. As long as she can sit straight up and see out. Another cool thing is that she recognizes Bob and gives him the biggest smile when he returns home from work - like she's so excited to see him. And now I think she'll be ready to roll over any day now (from front to back).
Okay, enough about the Mommy stuff. I need to get some other stuff off of my mind. This election is really starting to eat at me. Granted, I have a certain amount of cynicism toward politics in general. Six years "inside the Beltway" can do that to you. But this is starting to get ridiculous. No one is debating REAL ISSUES. It's all that stupid pointless personality crap. Can we please move past the Bridge to Nowhere? What are you going to do to fix healthcare? How are you going to stimulate the economy? It's almost like issues we face today have gotten too complex and no one is able to sit down and focus on it. It's all about the soundbite or talking point. Whether true or untrue. Grab and go. What pithy saying can you drill into the minds of voters so they forget what's really at stake? What I want to know is which came first: the political rhetoric of saying nothing or that the public doesn't want to listen? I know eight years of Bush has dumbed us all down. His "decisiveness" is just a ploy at not dealing with things in a deep and real way. Issues are not black and white. They are so many shades of gray here that get ignored.
Oh and this is scary... I heard yesterday that McCain has been consulting with Karl Rove. Ugh! ACCKKK! I thought I could live begrudgingly with a McCain presidency because basically anything is better than what we have now (and, again, Bush taught us all to aim low). But this is clearly more of the same. How can he tout himself as a "maverick" and a bringer of change to Washington if he's enlisting the help of Rove? That seems like politics as usual to me.
I have to admit that I am resigned to living through a McCain-Palin administration. I just get a bad feeling about the whole thing. This is the cynicism thing again, but a population who could re-elect Bush in 2004... well, I guess I just don't expect that much from. It makes me sad to feel this way about my fellow Americans. But there you have it. I mean, this is the country that also brought you the search for the next Pussycat Doll show.
PS I'm so sick of that "I Kissed a Girl" song.
Okay, enough about the Mommy stuff. I need to get some other stuff off of my mind. This election is really starting to eat at me. Granted, I have a certain amount of cynicism toward politics in general. Six years "inside the Beltway" can do that to you. But this is starting to get ridiculous. No one is debating REAL ISSUES. It's all that stupid pointless personality crap. Can we please move past the Bridge to Nowhere? What are you going to do to fix healthcare? How are you going to stimulate the economy? It's almost like issues we face today have gotten too complex and no one is able to sit down and focus on it. It's all about the soundbite or talking point. Whether true or untrue. Grab and go. What pithy saying can you drill into the minds of voters so they forget what's really at stake? What I want to know is which came first: the political rhetoric of saying nothing or that the public doesn't want to listen? I know eight years of Bush has dumbed us all down. His "decisiveness" is just a ploy at not dealing with things in a deep and real way. Issues are not black and white. They are so many shades of gray here that get ignored.
Oh and this is scary... I heard yesterday that McCain has been consulting with Karl Rove. Ugh! ACCKKK! I thought I could live begrudgingly with a McCain presidency because basically anything is better than what we have now (and, again, Bush taught us all to aim low). But this is clearly more of the same. How can he tout himself as a "maverick" and a bringer of change to Washington if he's enlisting the help of Rove? That seems like politics as usual to me.
I have to admit that I am resigned to living through a McCain-Palin administration. I just get a bad feeling about the whole thing. This is the cynicism thing again, but a population who could re-elect Bush in 2004... well, I guess I just don't expect that much from. It makes me sad to feel this way about my fellow Americans. But there you have it. I mean, this is the country that also brought you the search for the next Pussycat Doll show.
PS I'm so sick of that "I Kissed a Girl" song.
Monday, August 25, 2008
? Something about being tagged
This is where I'm out of it. I think I'm supposed to answer these questions, so here it goes...
1. Post the rules of the game at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged and asking them to read the player's blog.
4. Let the person who tagged you know when you've posted your answer.
What were you doing five years ago?
Bob and I had just moved to Philly and we were getting to know the area. Our days would be filled with a lot of walking around the city and spending our $20/day "fun budget". We would also be beginning to dive into Buddhist philosophy in order to deal with the emotional baggage we moved with us from DC.
What are five things on your to-do list for today?
1. Get Peanut back into her routine
2. Pick up around the house
3. Eat some chocolate
4. Get a walk in
5. Stop having the TV on during the day
What are five snacks you enjoy?
1. Chocolate
2. Ice cream
3. Fruit
4. Peanut butter toast
5. Carrots and hummus
What are five things you would do if you were a billionaire?
1. Become a philanthropist - giving away money from my own foundation
2. Travel, travel, travel
3. Have or adopt more kids
4. Get a luxury box at the Wachovia Center
5. Buy a fancy-schmancy condo building in NYC and give out apartments to all my friends so we can hang out together - like a souped up dorm.
What are five of your bad habits?
1. Accepting other people's stress
2. Seeking comfort in food
3. Too much TV
4. Letting the house be dirty
5. Wanting to eat out instead of taking the time to cook dinner at home
What are five jobs you've had?
1. Dining hall cook
2. Communications specialist
3. Freelance graphic designer
4. Newspaper deliverer
5. Xmas help at a large retail department store
Five people I tag:
Um, I don't know five people with blogs and it doesn't seem fair to take Looseyfur again. That would just be rude.
1. Post the rules of the game at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged and asking them to read the player's blog.
4. Let the person who tagged you know when you've posted your answer.
What were you doing five years ago?
Bob and I had just moved to Philly and we were getting to know the area. Our days would be filled with a lot of walking around the city and spending our $20/day "fun budget". We would also be beginning to dive into Buddhist philosophy in order to deal with the emotional baggage we moved with us from DC.
What are five things on your to-do list for today?
1. Get Peanut back into her routine
2. Pick up around the house
3. Eat some chocolate
4. Get a walk in
5. Stop having the TV on during the day
What are five snacks you enjoy?
1. Chocolate
2. Ice cream
3. Fruit
4. Peanut butter toast
5. Carrots and hummus
What are five things you would do if you were a billionaire?
1. Become a philanthropist - giving away money from my own foundation
2. Travel, travel, travel
3. Have or adopt more kids
4. Get a luxury box at the Wachovia Center
5. Buy a fancy-schmancy condo building in NYC and give out apartments to all my friends so we can hang out together - like a souped up dorm.
What are five of your bad habits?
1. Accepting other people's stress
2. Seeking comfort in food
3. Too much TV
4. Letting the house be dirty
5. Wanting to eat out instead of taking the time to cook dinner at home
What are five jobs you've had?
1. Dining hall cook
2. Communications specialist
3. Freelance graphic designer
4. Newspaper deliverer
5. Xmas help at a large retail department store
Five people I tag:
Um, I don't know five people with blogs and it doesn't seem fair to take Looseyfur again. That would just be rude.
Veeps
We decided, we are not excited about Joe Biden. When I think of Obama, it's all about being young and energetic. Biden strikes me as old and grumpy. We analyzed who we would have been excited about and came up with no one except Hillary. I would blog more about my political feelings, but either:
a) years of living "inside the beltway" plus more years of Shrub have made me numb to politics, or
b) my mom brain doesn't allow me to string more coherent sentences together. *
I saw a bumper sticker the other day that said "Stewart/Colbert '08". I laughed. They are the new "Picard/Riker '92".
*I mentioned the mom brain phenomenon to my mom on Saturday. Like how I can't remember words. I know I used to know the word I'm looking for, but it's gone I don't know where. Or how I bump into everything. I'm also good at sitting and staring into the void. I liked her take on it. She said it's because I have a layer of my brain that's constantly on notice. It's always working for just in case. To respond quickly to the Peanut. I thought that was a nice way of looking at it. And isn't that life? It's all about your internal script. How you look at things.
a) years of living "inside the beltway" plus more years of Shrub have made me numb to politics, or
b) my mom brain doesn't allow me to string more coherent sentences together. *
I saw a bumper sticker the other day that said "Stewart/Colbert '08". I laughed. They are the new "Picard/Riker '92".
*I mentioned the mom brain phenomenon to my mom on Saturday. Like how I can't remember words. I know I used to know the word I'm looking for, but it's gone I don't know where. Or how I bump into everything. I'm also good at sitting and staring into the void. I liked her take on it. She said it's because I have a layer of my brain that's constantly on notice. It's always working for just in case. To respond quickly to the Peanut. I thought that was a nice way of looking at it. And isn't that life? It's all about your internal script. How you look at things.
PM Nap is Rocking!
PM nap is going very well today. Hurrah, hurrah! That little Peanut of mine is pooped out. She had a super social weekend. A dinner party Friday night. A visit from the grandparents and a trip to the mall (her first) Saturday. Lunch out and one of those demo parties Sunday. She troopered through every event with pretty good humor for a three month old. Naps were at a minimum all weekend, but she seems back on track today. I have to admit that my favorite part of the weekend was buying her some cute outfits at Old Navy and then dressing her up. I don't want to be a mom who worries about what we look like on the outside - or even that how she looks is some sort of reflection on me. But gee whiz, it's fun to dress her up. To the demo party she wore a ruffled sleeveless top with red and blue blocks and khaki capri pants. Too cute. Lounging around in bodysuits/Onesies is great for every day around the house, but it's nice to have some stylish "bye-bye" clothes. I just don't want to get carried away here. It's also good to be back to normal diaper wise. We went to Babies R Us and bought the correct ones for her. No blow outs since. Saturday was blow-out-o-rama. I must have washed out four outfits in the course of the morning. Stain stick and I are best friends.
So, it's become undeniable that my kid notices television. I've been kind of ignoring that fact for a few weeks now. She'll turn her head to get a better view. Everything I've heard and read says that TV for the under two set is bad news (and now three in France). I'm not proud of the fact, but I do love TV. There are a bunch of shows I like, and Netflix, too. I like to have it on in the background. I suppose it's just a habit thing - I always have. Something talking at me so I don't feel alone or something. So today is a new day. I'm finding alternatives (although I hear radio is a no no, too). How do these parents who keep the TV off watch a movie, though? That's my question. I try to go to bed when she goes to bed so I get the best chance of having six straight hours of sleep. That means her bed time is 10pm or so. If I put her to bed at 8pm to watch a movie, I'm going to only get three to four hours of sleep. I'm not even going to get into the whole question of am I being selfish for wanting to watch a movie AND sleep at the expense of my kid's development. AACK. I grew up with the TV on and I feel like I have a very strong attention span. I'm just going to keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best (like it's not TV's fault, it's video games).
So, it's become undeniable that my kid notices television. I've been kind of ignoring that fact for a few weeks now. She'll turn her head to get a better view. Everything I've heard and read says that TV for the under two set is bad news (and now three in France). I'm not proud of the fact, but I do love TV. There are a bunch of shows I like, and Netflix, too. I like to have it on in the background. I suppose it's just a habit thing - I always have. Something talking at me so I don't feel alone or something. So today is a new day. I'm finding alternatives (although I hear radio is a no no, too). How do these parents who keep the TV off watch a movie, though? That's my question. I try to go to bed when she goes to bed so I get the best chance of having six straight hours of sleep. That means her bed time is 10pm or so. If I put her to bed at 8pm to watch a movie, I'm going to only get three to four hours of sleep. I'm not even going to get into the whole question of am I being selfish for wanting to watch a movie AND sleep at the expense of my kid's development. AACK. I grew up with the TV on and I feel like I have a very strong attention span. I'm just going to keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best (like it's not TV's fault, it's video games).
Friday, August 22, 2008
Story Time
I had this great moment with the Peanut this morning. She seems to love stories, so I sat her on my lap and read her "Kitten's First Full Moon". She could look at the pictures. It was lovely. I don't know what it is about stories she loves so much - more so when I just talk to her regularly. Yesterday, she was all fussy and boo-hooy... I got out "The Belly Button Book" and started to read it to her. She calmed down and was all rapt attention. Maybe it's my very entertaining and animated voices I use. It's fun. Sometimes I get frustrated at her fussiness and think she doesn't like anything. But it's not true. Just as she's a way better sleeper than I give her credit for, she does like things: milk, kisses, her Boppy chair, Monsieur Monkey, walking and bouncing and now story time. And she isn't fussy about what kind of bottle she drinks from and who gives it to her. I read that some infants are picky about bottle nipples and that some won't drink from a bottle if their mom is nearby. She also takes whatever paci we stick in her mouth. In a lot of ways, she is go-with-the-flow. She even seems to semi enjoy bath time. It's just the crying. Man, that gets to me and pierces my soul. It's so upsetting. I guess I'm hardwired to respond that way. I have to remember that it's all a biological response. Babies cry and it's supposed to get us to move in order to take care of them. That's basic survival.
So here's a funny thing. In order to "save money", we picked up some Huggies at Target. We have been using Pampers Swaddlers exclusively since we came home from the hospital. Huggies were on sale and in a larger quantity than they carried in the Pampers. I thought, what's the difference? You poop into it. The thing was, I'm not too clear on sizing. We bought the size 1-2 and I stupidly took the box weight range as gospel. I mean, it said up to 15 lbs and she's probably 13 lbs. The are SMALL. They fit around her waist okay, but they can't seem to contain her butt. No blowouts, so far, but I'm on her. The second I hear her poop, I'm checking her and then changing her. I can be a little more lazy with the Pampers - especially since we moved her to size 2. Plenty of room there. I'm going to break down and buy another box of Pampers. Thus, my attempt to save money just cost me extra. Yay. I have to remember that I didn't have a baby to save money. :)
Hmmm... I never thought I'd write a long commentary on diapers... But there you go.
Two weeks ago, I vowed to not watch any of the Olympics. It was my own boycott kind of thing. I think China is a fascinating country with great people, but I'm sketchy on the government and some of their practices. I realize that the Olympics are supposed to be a feel-good event. But with the world watching, I wish more was said about their human rights issues. And just what are they doing in Sudan. That sort of thing. Sure, much has been said for their environmental air quality issues during these two weeks, but not enough. I have watched some of it, though. I've seen some gymnastics, diving, weightlifting, some track and beach volleyball. My very favorite moment was last night when the NBC sideline reporter was interviewing the one dude from USA's men's 4X100 relay team. The ones who dropped the baton. I think he asked him if they practice the hand off. HA! Too funny. I wanted the dude to be like, "no, we don't practice - we just showed up today." I don't want to get on journalists, but c'mon. But what was with the "create your own country sign"? Every other country had nicely pre-printed signs. Trinidad and Tobago had a nice TRI on their chests. Even Nigeria. But the Americans wrote their own in. Funny. I'm glad Bob Costas noticed, too. We were totally vibing! Although I wish he had known why. It's the little things that get me.
So here's a funny thing. In order to "save money", we picked up some Huggies at Target. We have been using Pampers Swaddlers exclusively since we came home from the hospital. Huggies were on sale and in a larger quantity than they carried in the Pampers. I thought, what's the difference? You poop into it. The thing was, I'm not too clear on sizing. We bought the size 1-2 and I stupidly took the box weight range as gospel. I mean, it said up to 15 lbs and she's probably 13 lbs. The are SMALL. They fit around her waist okay, but they can't seem to contain her butt. No blowouts, so far, but I'm on her. The second I hear her poop, I'm checking her and then changing her. I can be a little more lazy with the Pampers - especially since we moved her to size 2. Plenty of room there. I'm going to break down and buy another box of Pampers. Thus, my attempt to save money just cost me extra. Yay. I have to remember that I didn't have a baby to save money. :)
Hmmm... I never thought I'd write a long commentary on diapers... But there you go.
Two weeks ago, I vowed to not watch any of the Olympics. It was my own boycott kind of thing. I think China is a fascinating country with great people, but I'm sketchy on the government and some of their practices. I realize that the Olympics are supposed to be a feel-good event. But with the world watching, I wish more was said about their human rights issues. And just what are they doing in Sudan. That sort of thing. Sure, much has been said for their environmental air quality issues during these two weeks, but not enough. I have watched some of it, though. I've seen some gymnastics, diving, weightlifting, some track and beach volleyball. My very favorite moment was last night when the NBC sideline reporter was interviewing the one dude from USA's men's 4X100 relay team. The ones who dropped the baton. I think he asked him if they practice the hand off. HA! Too funny. I wanted the dude to be like, "no, we don't practice - we just showed up today." I don't want to get on journalists, but c'mon. But what was with the "create your own country sign"? Every other country had nicely pre-printed signs. Trinidad and Tobago had a nice TRI on their chests. Even Nigeria. But the Americans wrote their own in. Funny. I'm glad Bob Costas noticed, too. We were totally vibing! Although I wish he had known why. It's the little things that get me.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
She's asleep!
As of this second, the Peanut is asleep for her afternoon nap. And she fell asleep by herself. Sure, it may have taken 30 minutes of fussing and crying... but she did it. I'm very proud of her. I have to remember not to throw too much at her at once. I thought that maybe she'd enjoy having an arm free of her swaddle. She couldn't handle it so I had to take her arm away. After that, though, and a few rounds of "drop the paci" and she's out. Yes! The poor dear is portrayed as a bad sleeper. That isn't true. She's just a bad PM napper. She sleeps at night just great (usually I wake her up for a feeding) and AM nap has been going great. I'm just greedy. I like having more time to get stuff done, like laundry. Or Facebook :) Of course, she needs a nap. She's so tired. So it's win-win.
We've been having a difficult week. We upset her apple cart Saturday by taking her to Lancaster for a visit. Bob wanted to pick up some of his dad's mementos. We then stopped by the grandparent's house. This meant that she didn't have any real naps. Just an occasional cat nap here and there. And she only seems to fall asleep in the car when we are 25 minutes away from our destination. This made Sunday a battle. And then Monday, for some reason, was a real problem for me. I totally crashed. I don't know if it was hormonal, being tired, or what, but I felt like I was the crappiest mom in the world and that I had no business being Peanut's mommy. She started to cry and then I just let loose with my own tears. I think this perplexed her and she stopped crying. I don't know. I feel better today. I'm back to the mantra that I'm the best mom for her. It's tough. Being a mom is so hard. You want to do so well for your kids. You want to give them the best start in life possible - all the tools that they need to be a happy, healthy, functioning adult. I guess it makes sense that you would start to doubt your ability to do this - especially when you start to question how happy, healthy and functioning of an adult you are. I know this is all ridiculous consciously. But I have to admit that it's there inside somewhere. Floating around. Ready to bubble up to the surface when I least expect it. I mean, I've been cruising along. Aside from one day early on where I hit a bottom (I was exhausted, hardly ate and still recovering from my surgery) I thought the baby blues weren't going to hit me. I thought it was because we were too busy dealing with other difficult issues - I couldn't even focus on what I was feeling or not feeling. But I'm not going to get myself down even more because of Monday. I think it's normal for mothers to feel this way. A lot is going on - physically, emotionally.
Then Tuesday wasn't too much better. I had to take her to the doctor's solo for two vaccinations. Don't even get me started on that whole topic, which totally scares me. Anyway, usually Bob goes with us, but he can't keep taking days off for this sort of thing. He has to work. So I took her myself. It took a lot to keep it together (so I could drive home). Seeing her little body get stuck with the needles - and then her crying was just so hard on me. Seeing her in pain just kills me. I don't know what I'm going to do when she's older and starts feeling emotional pain. Ugh. I need to get tough.
She kind of did this cool pre-crawl thing today. I put her on her stomach for the dreaded tummy time and she kicks and kicks her legs. At one point, she kind of propelled herself a teeny bit. Of course, she's a ways away from actual crawling. She's got a lot of upper body stuff to figure out first, but the legs are going to be there. It's cute - even though she gets super upset about the whole thing. Earlier in the week, I was worried that she wasn't reaching up and grasping at toys like "they" said she should be. This was a part of that whole I'm-a-crappy-mom thing from Monday. I felt that I wasn't giving her enough opportunities to grasp at things, etc. So I was determined to make her grasp at her toys by pretty much shoving them at her. Another ridiculous thing. I vow that I'm not going to worry about her development timing. Okay, I'll promise to try not to. She's going to do this stuff on her time. She'll get there. I'm not going to have to carry her from class to class holding her pencils for her because she can't walk or grasp at things. She'll talk, too. And she'll eventually sleep unswaddled. I just need to relax.
We've been having a difficult week. We upset her apple cart Saturday by taking her to Lancaster for a visit. Bob wanted to pick up some of his dad's mementos. We then stopped by the grandparent's house. This meant that she didn't have any real naps. Just an occasional cat nap here and there. And she only seems to fall asleep in the car when we are 25 minutes away from our destination. This made Sunday a battle. And then Monday, for some reason, was a real problem for me. I totally crashed. I don't know if it was hormonal, being tired, or what, but I felt like I was the crappiest mom in the world and that I had no business being Peanut's mommy. She started to cry and then I just let loose with my own tears. I think this perplexed her and she stopped crying. I don't know. I feel better today. I'm back to the mantra that I'm the best mom for her. It's tough. Being a mom is so hard. You want to do so well for your kids. You want to give them the best start in life possible - all the tools that they need to be a happy, healthy, functioning adult. I guess it makes sense that you would start to doubt your ability to do this - especially when you start to question how happy, healthy and functioning of an adult you are. I know this is all ridiculous consciously. But I have to admit that it's there inside somewhere. Floating around. Ready to bubble up to the surface when I least expect it. I mean, I've been cruising along. Aside from one day early on where I hit a bottom (I was exhausted, hardly ate and still recovering from my surgery) I thought the baby blues weren't going to hit me. I thought it was because we were too busy dealing with other difficult issues - I couldn't even focus on what I was feeling or not feeling. But I'm not going to get myself down even more because of Monday. I think it's normal for mothers to feel this way. A lot is going on - physically, emotionally.
Then Tuesday wasn't too much better. I had to take her to the doctor's solo for two vaccinations. Don't even get me started on that whole topic, which totally scares me. Anyway, usually Bob goes with us, but he can't keep taking days off for this sort of thing. He has to work. So I took her myself. It took a lot to keep it together (so I could drive home). Seeing her little body get stuck with the needles - and then her crying was just so hard on me. Seeing her in pain just kills me. I don't know what I'm going to do when she's older and starts feeling emotional pain. Ugh. I need to get tough.
She kind of did this cool pre-crawl thing today. I put her on her stomach for the dreaded tummy time and she kicks and kicks her legs. At one point, she kind of propelled herself a teeny bit. Of course, she's a ways away from actual crawling. She's got a lot of upper body stuff to figure out first, but the legs are going to be there. It's cute - even though she gets super upset about the whole thing. Earlier in the week, I was worried that she wasn't reaching up and grasping at toys like "they" said she should be. This was a part of that whole I'm-a-crappy-mom thing from Monday. I felt that I wasn't giving her enough opportunities to grasp at things, etc. So I was determined to make her grasp at her toys by pretty much shoving them at her. Another ridiculous thing. I vow that I'm not going to worry about her development timing. Okay, I'll promise to try not to. She's going to do this stuff on her time. She'll get there. I'm not going to have to carry her from class to class holding her pencils for her because she can't walk or grasp at things. She'll talk, too. And she'll eventually sleep unswaddled. I just need to relax.
Friday, August 15, 2008
"It's only bloody Friday."
Okay, so it took me three days to eat 2 lbs of blueberries.
My hair is starting to fall out in what seems like fistfuls of clumps. I misguidedly believed that this phenomenon would have started weeks ago (so I believed I was in the clear). Hair is everywhere - and mostly collects on Peanut. Speaking of her, the poor thing had a mini baby meltdown this morning. Everything was going swimmingly until tummy time. She gets all bent out of shape. But tummy time is good for her. Chalk it up to yet another thing mom has to do that's unpopular. I'm already saying to her "you may hate this, but it's good for you and mommy knows best." I say this also during neck washing time (another meltdown-provoking situation). I figured since she was good and mad from tummy time, I might as well wash her neck. The upshot is she gets herself all worked up and then naps very well.
I took out the garbage at 4:30am this morning.
On an un-peanut-related subject... I'm still enjoying Project Runway, although this cycle doesn't have anyone who is standing out character wise in a positive or even a negative-yet-fun way. Either contestants are strange and off putting (Suede and Mr. Tan) or boring (I can't even remember their names to include them). I'm sad that My Life on the D List is over. That show totally cracks me up. These two shows represent "Mommy Time". Two hours where I get to just relax and hang out and not have to walk/bounce the Peanut or change her diaper. Now that MLotDL is over, I'm going to have to figure out another hour I can carve out for myself.
I think someone is stirring already...
My hair is starting to fall out in what seems like fistfuls of clumps. I misguidedly believed that this phenomenon would have started weeks ago (so I believed I was in the clear). Hair is everywhere - and mostly collects on Peanut. Speaking of her, the poor thing had a mini baby meltdown this morning. Everything was going swimmingly until tummy time. She gets all bent out of shape. But tummy time is good for her. Chalk it up to yet another thing mom has to do that's unpopular. I'm already saying to her "you may hate this, but it's good for you and mommy knows best." I say this also during neck washing time (another meltdown-provoking situation). I figured since she was good and mad from tummy time, I might as well wash her neck. The upshot is she gets herself all worked up and then naps very well.
I took out the garbage at 4:30am this morning.
On an un-peanut-related subject... I'm still enjoying Project Runway, although this cycle doesn't have anyone who is standing out character wise in a positive or even a negative-yet-fun way. Either contestants are strange and off putting (Suede and Mr. Tan) or boring (I can't even remember their names to include them). I'm sad that My Life on the D List is over. That show totally cracks me up. These two shows represent "Mommy Time". Two hours where I get to just relax and hang out and not have to walk/bounce the Peanut or change her diaper. Now that MLotDL is over, I'm going to have to figure out another hour I can carve out for myself.
I think someone is stirring already...
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Blueberries
I'm attempting to eat 2 lbs of blueberries in two days. I'm up for the challenge, even if I end up turning blue.
The Peanut is supposed to be napping. I think she was actually asleep for like 30 minutes. The past half hour has been her mostly talking to herself in her crib. The experts say I'm supposed to help her fall asleep by herself and not use "props" to help her (like the paci, walking and bouncing, or nursing). I would love for those experts to come here and show me how to do this. I declare it a huge victory that she will sleep without being walked and bounced like she needed her first few weeks. That gets old after awhile. The funny thing is that since we have swaddled her this entire time - how do we unswaddle her? The Happiest Baby on the Block dude doesn't share that wisdom with us in the book. He suggested that after a baby's "fourth trimester" they won't need it anymore. Hmm... We'll see. I guess I have to prepare myself for a few days of bad sleep and see if we can put her down unswaddled. I have this vision of her college roommate needing to help swaddle her to sleep in the dorm. :)
I had this utterly sublime moment on Friday. Bob and I were on the living room floor playing with the Peanut. The windows were open since the weather was absolutely gorgeous and a nice breeze flowed over us. I can't remember ever being so happy and content as that moment. To see her smile, laugh and kick her legs is amazing.
The Peanut is supposed to be napping. I think she was actually asleep for like 30 minutes. The past half hour has been her mostly talking to herself in her crib. The experts say I'm supposed to help her fall asleep by herself and not use "props" to help her (like the paci, walking and bouncing, or nursing). I would love for those experts to come here and show me how to do this. I declare it a huge victory that she will sleep without being walked and bounced like she needed her first few weeks. That gets old after awhile. The funny thing is that since we have swaddled her this entire time - how do we unswaddle her? The Happiest Baby on the Block dude doesn't share that wisdom with us in the book. He suggested that after a baby's "fourth trimester" they won't need it anymore. Hmm... We'll see. I guess I have to prepare myself for a few days of bad sleep and see if we can put her down unswaddled. I have this vision of her college roommate needing to help swaddle her to sleep in the dorm. :)
I had this utterly sublime moment on Friday. Bob and I were on the living room floor playing with the Peanut. The windows were open since the weather was absolutely gorgeous and a nice breeze flowed over us. I can't remember ever being so happy and content as that moment. To see her smile, laugh and kick her legs is amazing.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
What happened to the nap?
The Peanut only napped this morning for 45 minutes. ??? And that was after a tough spell of super fussiness and being upset. About what I couldn't figure out. As she gets older, it gets more complicated. It's no longer just hungry/tired/poopy. Now she is beginning to have more existential issues. I got her up and put her in her gym... but after 3 minutes, she got upset. So now she's in her swing and she looks at me like I'm doing some half-assed parenting. And that's not me just feeling guilty that I'm working on my blog instead of having some sort of quality interaction with her. No, I mean, she really looks at me like that. Not sad, exactly... Well here I'll take a picture of it and upload it later.
We had a nice weekend, for the most part. Had yet another funeral to attend. I'm so over that. It was a long morning. By the time we got to the after luncheon, I was starved and headachey. And since it took longer than I had anticipated, I had to go pump in the bathroom (which actually went okay since they had an actual toilet seat so I could sit down). When Bob suggested we leave since there wasn't any place for us to sit, I was glad (long story). Sunday was just relaxing and watching the rain.
Man, she's still looking at me like that. It's freaking me out. Why can't she fall asleep in her swing like other infants? I just won't look over at her.
The weather is absolutely gorgeous today. I would love to take the Peanut for a walk, if we can handle it. Perhaps I will attempt to put her in her baby carrier thing. That will give her something new to be upset about.
We had a nice weekend, for the most part. Had yet another funeral to attend. I'm so over that. It was a long morning. By the time we got to the after luncheon, I was starved and headachey. And since it took longer than I had anticipated, I had to go pump in the bathroom (which actually went okay since they had an actual toilet seat so I could sit down). When Bob suggested we leave since there wasn't any place for us to sit, I was glad (long story). Sunday was just relaxing and watching the rain.
Man, she's still looking at me like that. It's freaking me out. Why can't she fall asleep in her swing like other infants? I just won't look over at her.
The weather is absolutely gorgeous today. I would love to take the Peanut for a walk, if we can handle it. Perhaps I will attempt to put her in her baby carrier thing. That will give her something new to be upset about.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wait a minute...
I was going to type out something, but I think the Peanut might be awake from her nap already. Hold on... I better go check.
Yup. And right arm completely free from the swaddle. Either I did a totally half-assed job or there was a struggle (or maybe a little from column A and a little from column B).
Yup. And right arm completely free from the swaddle. Either I did a totally half-assed job or there was a struggle (or maybe a little from column A and a little from column B).
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Um...
I quickly reread my few posts and I was sort of shocked at some of the stream-of-consciousness writing going on. My mind is clearly not in the game. I do feel out of it a lot of the time. Lack of sleep can't be to blame - six hours straight has become the norm around here. Then I catch 2 hours more after I feed the Peanut. Perhaps I'm not getting enough of the proper REM cycles? I've heard of "Mommy Brain"... but what causes it? Lack of sleep? Or something else? This would be a great research project. Maybe it's more of a functioning on the basic level sort of thing and the higher brain functions are no longer accessed. In order to deal with diapers and spit up, things like being funny and clever (and being able to string multiple coherent sentences together) get turned off. A type of atrophy. I do feel my verbal skills diminish. Most of my daily conversation is of the goo-goo-ga variety. When I find myself around adults, I don't know what to say anymore. The crazy thing is that it's only been 11 weeks. I have been communicating for 30+years. How could I lose it that fast? Have I been "dumbed down" and is it irrevocable? One thing I could try to do is read books instead of watching Law and Order while I breastfeed.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Trying something new
I attempted a first this morning - trying to get the Peanut to take a nap sans swaddle. I thought for a few minutes it would actually work, as her eyes got heavier and heavier. Alas, she ended up just getting upset after 30 minutes or so (including story time of Horton Hears a Who!). She went right to sleep after that. It's funny, she already outsmarted me. At 11 weeks. D'oh! I put her down for a nap and she was all sweet and smiley. Like it was play time instead of nap time. So, I unswaddled her (this was at 10:30) and hung out with her for awhile. I need to stand firm - I cannot fall for her trickster ways. But smiles and laughs are mommy crack. I can't get enough and I can't resist.
Raspberries are so tasty!
Raspberries are so tasty!
Monday, August 4, 2008
Case of the Mondays
Peanut and I seem to share a case of the Mondays. We are both so tired. But, as she is napping, I'm wasting my time on the internet. She already outsmarts me. I'm feeling a headache coming on - too much weekend. I didn't sleep well at all. But the Peanut was fabulous. She really is quite the little trooper. I'm quite proud of her. Lots of people, new environment - and she hardly caused a fuss. I can't stand being away from her, though. Okay, an hour or so is fine... but four or five is just too much. We went shopping and left her with Grams. I think that was too long for everyone involved. I just adore doing stuff as a little family unit. We headed to the beach at 6:45am and had a wonderful time (although Peanut didn't seem to love having her toes dipped into the cold ocean). It was so relaxing to just sit on a blanket in the sand. Not so many people around. Not too much sun. Lovely weather. Really soul satisfying.
Other developments from the weekend - I have become a non-stop eating machine. I must calm down. It's getting ridiculous, really. I mean, I know that I can take a few liberties with my diet, seeing as how I'm burning 500 calories a day breastfeeding (and I do tend to get starving-hungry). But, sheesh, doughnuts, hamburgers and ice cream in one day. This is too indulgent. It's like, I was so restricted for a long time and I've gone off the deep end.
Other developments from the weekend - I have become a non-stop eating machine. I must calm down. It's getting ridiculous, really. I mean, I know that I can take a few liberties with my diet, seeing as how I'm burning 500 calories a day breastfeeding (and I do tend to get starving-hungry). But, sheesh, doughnuts, hamburgers and ice cream in one day. This is too indulgent. It's like, I was so restricted for a long time and I've gone off the deep end.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
The C
I feel strange about my c-section scar. It just plain feels weird. Not all my nerve endings have come back - so I have this general numbness all around. Nothing horrible, just enough to be, well, strange. And the kooky thing is that some of the hair "down there" hasn't begun to grow back properly. It's just a patch. ??? I don't get that. I have to say that the enormity of what happened to me is finally sinking in. I sort of blew everything off. A big WHATEVER!
It sort of freaks me out now. I had major surgery. It's kind of a big deal. It's time I come to terms with it. Now that I think about it, I've been treating my entire abdominal area very gingerly the past 10+ weeks. Like I'm afraid something is going to explode. So I want to start regular exercising and core strengthening. It'll be okay. No need to freak out. I have healed. Right? Who knows what's going on there.
In other related topics, I'm paranoid about getting my period. Usually I'm well aware of when it's going to come. But now, I'm flying blind here. It could come out of nowhere, when I least expect it. I know when you breastfeed, it can delay it from returning, but why do I have the feeling that that won't be the case for me. I mean, I pretty much bled post partum for six weeks (although I didn't have that white/yellow discharge they say you can get). We'll see.
I better go see what Miz Thang is up to. She's been napping for quite some time. Nearly three hours. I can't get over how she seems to get bigger virtually over night. She's pretty amazing!
It sort of freaks me out now. I had major surgery. It's kind of a big deal. It's time I come to terms with it. Now that I think about it, I've been treating my entire abdominal area very gingerly the past 10+ weeks. Like I'm afraid something is going to explode. So I want to start regular exercising and core strengthening. It'll be okay. No need to freak out. I have healed. Right? Who knows what's going on there.
In other related topics, I'm paranoid about getting my period. Usually I'm well aware of when it's going to come. But now, I'm flying blind here. It could come out of nowhere, when I least expect it. I know when you breastfeed, it can delay it from returning, but why do I have the feeling that that won't be the case for me. I mean, I pretty much bled post partum for six weeks (although I didn't have that white/yellow discharge they say you can get). We'll see.
I better go see what Miz Thang is up to. She's been napping for quite some time. Nearly three hours. I can't get over how she seems to get bigger virtually over night. She's pretty amazing!
Happy Friday on a Thursday
Current song: Shut up and let me go by the Ting Tings
Current mode: sleepy
The weekend officially begins tonight after work. Yippy! Heading down to the beach should be fun, although it does prove some challenges. I just don't know how everything will play out with the Peanut. It'll be her very first overnight somewhere other than her house. I'm a wee bit concerned about her going back to the Pack 'n Play. She's been sleeping so well in her crib. It'll be a test to see how flexible she is. Although, how flexible can someone her age be? Really, it's more of a test to see how flexible I am.
Got some bills to pay, so I better get to that instead of this. Then I have to make a list of what we need to bring with us this weekend. It's going to be a looong list.
Current mode: sleepy
The weekend officially begins tonight after work. Yippy! Heading down to the beach should be fun, although it does prove some challenges. I just don't know how everything will play out with the Peanut. It'll be her very first overnight somewhere other than her house. I'm a wee bit concerned about her going back to the Pack 'n Play. She's been sleeping so well in her crib. It'll be a test to see how flexible she is. Although, how flexible can someone her age be? Really, it's more of a test to see how flexible I am.
Got some bills to pay, so I better get to that instead of this. Then I have to make a list of what we need to bring with us this weekend. It's going to be a looong list.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Visit
The in-laws just stopped by for a "baby fix." They haven't seen the Peanut for weeks. She's grown considerably since. Grandpops called her a "fatty". Great, we are already having body image-related issues at 2.5 months. What's going to happen at 14?
Anyway, she's down for an afternoon nap - yay! So, I shall not waste my time doing facebook stuff or even this blog thing. I'm going to use my time more wisely by:
1. plucking my eyebrows
2. finishing laundry
3. making a turkey meatloaf for dinner
4. polishing my toenails
PS I can't wait for my spousal unit to come home from work!!!!! I miss him like crazy.
Anyway, she's down for an afternoon nap - yay! So, I shall not waste my time doing facebook stuff or even this blog thing. I'm going to use my time more wisely by:
1. plucking my eyebrows
2. finishing laundry
3. making a turkey meatloaf for dinner
4. polishing my toenails
PS I can't wait for my spousal unit to come home from work!!!!! I miss him like crazy.
My First Post
Since I'm feeling a tad on the isolated side lately, I thought it might be nice to reach out to the universe via the Internet. Things are going well and all today... Peanut is napping and has been since 10:55am. Gosh. Now I worry if she's napping TOO long. Should I get her up? Uh, negative on that. I need to remember my mantra: never wake a sleeping baby.
You know, come to think of it, I don't feel isolated. That was the wrong word to use. I don't know how I feel. Happy and tired are a good place to start. Overwhelmed. Awed. A wee bit confused. I know for sure that I have a lot of thoughts bubbling around in my head. I'm hoping this will be a useful avenue for me to get this stuff out - mainly so that it doesn't take me over an hour to fall back to sleep after Peanut's 4am feeding.
And it's dumb stuff, too, what floats around. Lists of what I need to do and get. TV shows I watched. That sort of thing. It's annoying. I don't need the world to know what I think and feel... I just need to do this for myself.
You know, come to think of it, I don't feel isolated. That was the wrong word to use. I don't know how I feel. Happy and tired are a good place to start. Overwhelmed. Awed. A wee bit confused. I know for sure that I have a lot of thoughts bubbling around in my head. I'm hoping this will be a useful avenue for me to get this stuff out - mainly so that it doesn't take me over an hour to fall back to sleep after Peanut's 4am feeding.
And it's dumb stuff, too, what floats around. Lists of what I need to do and get. TV shows I watched. That sort of thing. It's annoying. I don't need the world to know what I think and feel... I just need to do this for myself.
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