Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

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.

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.

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!!!!

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.

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?

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.