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.