The excitement of having 27 people over for Thanksgiving dinner did not leave us unimpressed. It was a lot of fun, a lot of food, and a lot of family. I tried a sweet potato casserole I'd pinned, and despite the measurements being off for some of the spices, it turned out fantastic.
Ok, I'm gonna gloss over the food stuff because our Turkey Run began on "Small Business Saturday" with Piglet getting sick. Then Mikey got sick. Then Pooh got sick. Then Roo got sick, Julie, and finally Grandpa. Grandma has super white blood cells. Then we heard it bled over into Diane's family late this morning.
This created quite the conundrum since there was supposed to be some pretty extensive travelling today. Luckily, Grandma is still going strong, Julie recovered quickly (or she's just tougher than the rest of us) and so they went to the airport a while ago. (Bye, Julie!)
Piglet recovered sometime during the night before Roo caught the bug, so it's been an adventure keeping up with him.
The prime suspect is the clinic Piglet and I went to for his shots the day before Thanksgiving.
Here's hoping it's just a 24 hour bug! Although, it's probably doing wonders for my weight loss...
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Cuteness Overload
Disclaimer: I don't get pictures from my other sister because her texting plan is pretty much non-existent, so all I've got are my child and my other sister's. That said, here comes the cuteness!
I hope she doesn't mind...
This is my favorite niece, Leo. Yes, this is what I call her here in the Hundred Acre Wood. Isn't she just beautiful?!
She comes from a place that's not always warm, so she bundles up all cute and snuggly in her pretty blanket and adorable ear hat. I can't handle babies with ear hats/hoods. They're too cute, and I'm inclined to squeal when I see them.
Squee!
And then we have mine. He's getting "helpful" in his old age.
He eventually got a grip on that little plate there and proceeded to "clean" it via teething.
We'd spent most of the weekend canning tomatoes and making salsa (oh yeah!), and he hates being left out, so we decided he could join us in the kitchen.
Ah, the fruits of our labors. This is only a few of the jars. And believe me, the salsa (not pictured here) is delicious! There was a lot of taste testing because my dear SIL and I don't care as much for the recipe my dear MIL uses. So we tweaked it.
Stay tuned for fun fall pictures of the little guy!
I hope she doesn't mind...
This is my favorite niece, Leo. Yes, this is what I call her here in the Hundred Acre Wood. Isn't she just beautiful?!
She comes from a place that's not always warm, so she bundles up all cute and snuggly in her pretty blanket and adorable ear hat. I can't handle babies with ear hats/hoods. They're too cute, and I'm inclined to squeal when I see them.
Squee!
And then we have mine. He's getting "helpful" in his old age.
He eventually got a grip on that little plate there and proceeded to "clean" it via teething.
We'd spent most of the weekend canning tomatoes and making salsa (oh yeah!), and he hates being left out, so we decided he could join us in the kitchen.
Ah, the fruits of our labors. This is only a few of the jars. And believe me, the salsa (not pictured here) is delicious! There was a lot of taste testing because my dear SIL and I don't care as much for the recipe my dear MIL uses. So we tweaked it.
Stay tuned for fun fall pictures of the little guy!
Friday, October 12, 2012
A Dear John Letter
Dear Teething,
You know, I'm still not sure how to define this relationship, but I want to be honest with you. I've never liked you.
Sure, you're bringing some good things into my life, but your methods stink.
My beautiful angel son will eventually be able to eat solid foods all on his own, but in the meantime, this accurately defines my feelings toward you:
I'm even ADD like him, thanks to the rough nights you put my beautiful angel son and I through. Jerk.
Sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but you kinda are a jerk, Teething.
Why don't you go take your cranky, no-sleepy, bitey influence elsewhere?
Jerk.
You know, I'm still not sure how to define this relationship, but I want to be honest with you. I've never liked you.
Sure, you're bringing some good things into my life, but your methods stink.
My beautiful angel son will eventually be able to eat solid foods all on his own, but in the meantime, this accurately defines my feelings toward you:
I'm even ADD like him, thanks to the rough nights you put my beautiful angel son and I through. Jerk.
Sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but you kinda are a jerk, Teething.
Why don't you go take your cranky, no-sleepy, bitey influence elsewhere?
Jerk.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Six Months To The Day
No, this isn't going to be a commentary on how long the days are (though...), but it's all about you know who! "Who? Me?"
Yes, you, silly boy! You're six months old today! Now go chew on something other than momma's foot while she updates everyone on what a stinker (read: how amazing) you are.
Starting with this morning:
I was eating some cold pizza for breakfast (yum!), and despite the fact that he'd already had his breakfast and a whole container of Orange Banana Blend (which I think the jury's still out on), he wanted my breakfast! The faces he made as he "stealthily" scooted my way were too adorable, too fleeting to catch on camera, and reminded me a lot of my dog, Asia. My Grandad had "inadvertently" taught her to beg, and she was SO beautiful doing it.
So is my son.
But this is his face after he'd almost had it! Disappointed, no?
His Aunt Bai used to suck her fingers. It was super cute and she was super gung-ho about it. Sucked off all the nasties my parents put on them to dissuade her. She'd just suck right on through the pain. I was actually proud of her for that, even if I was confused about the allure of the fingers.
Well, it appears the inclination is genetic. These two are his favorite to suck and chomp. Mostly chomp right now. He still hasn't quite developed a desire to suck his fingers/thumb. All the more exciting for me when he loses his binky at night...
Sometimes when you're holding him and talking to someone, he'll suddenly dive bomb your shoulder, then pop up with a smile and maybe a laugh. Then he'll do it again. And again. He's playing hide and seek with the person you're talking to! It's an adorable jealousy-maker ("why doesn't he ever play with me?!").
He's found a new toy. Luckily for us, there's still nothing in it and he's more interested in trying to eat the handles anyway.
He smiles with his tongue. I wish I could get better shots of it, because he'll be doing roughly the same thing with his mouth wide open. It's just about the cutest smile ever. He also gives kisses. Big, open, slobbery (sometimes with licks) kisses. I love them.
Suddenly not so big a fan of being strapped in. To anything. Maybe it's all the house-hunting and the long hours of being stuck in a chair when all you wanna do is run around. I know it'd get to me.
But most of the time he puts on this sweet innocent face, flirts with all the ladies, and no one can believe what a total and complete goober he is.
To be perfectly honest, neither can I.
Happy half birthday, Little Sir.
Yes, you, silly boy! You're six months old today! Now go chew on something other than momma's foot while she updates everyone on what a stinker (read: how amazing) you are.
Starting with this morning:
I was eating some cold pizza for breakfast (yum!), and despite the fact that he'd already had his breakfast and a whole container of Orange Banana Blend (which I think the jury's still out on), he wanted my breakfast! The faces he made as he "stealthily" scooted my way were too adorable, too fleeting to catch on camera, and reminded me a lot of my dog, Asia. My Grandad had "inadvertently" taught her to beg, and she was SO beautiful doing it.
So is my son.
But this is his face after he'd almost had it! Disappointed, no?
His Aunt Bai used to suck her fingers. It was super cute and she was super gung-ho about it. Sucked off all the nasties my parents put on them to dissuade her. She'd just suck right on through the pain. I was actually proud of her for that, even if I was confused about the allure of the fingers.
Well, it appears the inclination is genetic. These two are his favorite to suck and chomp. Mostly chomp right now. He still hasn't quite developed a desire to suck his fingers/thumb. All the more exciting for me when he loses his binky at night...
Sometimes when you're holding him and talking to someone, he'll suddenly dive bomb your shoulder, then pop up with a smile and maybe a laugh. Then he'll do it again. And again. He's playing hide and seek with the person you're talking to! It's an adorable jealousy-maker ("why doesn't he ever play with me?!").
He's found a new toy. Luckily for us, there's still nothing in it and he's more interested in trying to eat the handles anyway.
He smiles with his tongue. I wish I could get better shots of it, because he'll be doing roughly the same thing with his mouth wide open. It's just about the cutest smile ever. He also gives kisses. Big, open, slobbery (sometimes with licks) kisses. I love them.
Suddenly not so big a fan of being strapped in. To anything. Maybe it's all the house-hunting and the long hours of being stuck in a chair when all you wanna do is run around. I know it'd get to me.
But most of the time he puts on this sweet innocent face, flirts with all the ladies, and no one can believe what a total and complete goober he is.
To be perfectly honest, neither can I.
Happy half birthday, Little Sir.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
The Many Faces of "Nom"
Rodrigo sleeps.
Briefly.
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| See? That face says: I need sleeeeeeep! |
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| Look at those beautiful blues. Look at them! |
Poor thing. I'd feel for him more if I weren't convinced he's so tired now because he doesn't sleep enough at night. As God intended.
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| "Hey hey hey - He never said anything about naps. Get a mortal body, lead a Christlike life, don't pick your nose, but He never said anything about NAPS!" |
After laying him back down it takes roughly 30-45 minutes to get him to settle back down to sleep again. This time table seems to hold true no matter what the occasion that woke him, provided he'd only slept around 30 minutes. Any longer than that, and that's it, show's over, time to play!
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| "Can I chew your nose? He said 'no picking,' not 'no chewing.'" |
PS - This is his "what's that? Can I eat it?" face.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Just For Fun
Here is where Rodrigo played yesterday while Mama rearranged most of the room (she needs some walkin' space where she doesn't have to sashay while groggy).
And here's us playing on the rug. Well, 'playing' may be too liberal a term for Rodrigo hiccuping and me laughing at him...
Monday, September 10, 2012
Can I Get A 'Amen'?!
Forgive me as I wax poetic like a Revival preacher.
Praise be to the Lord Almighty! He that hath worked a Wondrous Miracle in my life hath also opened mine ears to the glory of His Voice.
His Voice which is soft like the rain.
His Voice which is deep and terrible as thunder.
His Voice which moves through all like the wind.
His Voice, which through all these things brings to the hearts and minds of His children peace, love, and sleep.
Praise God from whom all Blessings flow!
Amen.*
*translation: It worked! And did I mention we'd covered the sides of the crib with blankets so he can't see us? He slept from 8pm to 5am straight! And then he had two good naps (working on nap #3 right now)!
I'll explain more of the miracle later when I'm not trying to convince Rodrigo to sleep while his father power-washes something in the backyard. Sheesh.
Praise be to the Lord Almighty! He that hath worked a Wondrous Miracle in my life hath also opened mine ears to the glory of His Voice.
His Voice which is soft like the rain.
His Voice which is deep and terrible as thunder.
His Voice which moves through all like the wind.
His Voice, which through all these things brings to the hearts and minds of His children peace, love, and sleep.
Praise God from whom all Blessings flow!
Amen.*
*translation: It worked! And did I mention we'd covered the sides of the crib with blankets so he can't see us? He slept from 8pm to 5am straight! And then he had two good naps (working on nap #3 right now)!
I'll explain more of the miracle later when I'm not trying to convince Rodrigo to sleep while his father power-washes something in the backyard. Sheesh.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Go To Bed, Sleepy Head
So, anyone who saw my facebook status the other day knows that we've been having sleep troubles 'round these parts.
First there's the guest issue. We have him currently in the living room because he's related to his Grandma and likes warmer weather. I, however, cannot sleep at any temperature above 75 degrees fahrenheit. Even that's pushing it. So he's out in the living room which means guests and family are gently (and sometimes not-so-gently) shoved out on their butts come bedtime. This makes me feel bad, like I'm inconveniencing people and I don't like doing that.
Then there's the problem where Rodrigo here would wake up every 2-4 hours at night for 10 hours, while napping only about 3 times for roughly 30 minutes each, thus racking up only about 11 1/2 - 12 hours of sleep total.
Even on the nights when he'd get in 6 straight hours, he's got Mama so trained that she'd wake up at the regular intervals regardless of whether or not he got up.
You see my problem.
So we've tried several things: rice cereal for dinner, total darkness, crying it out, earlier/later bedtime, etc. All worked in their own way, but nothing has really seemed to stick and keep him down.
We started playing with the idea of ambient noise. Pooh and I are both partial to rain sounds (hey, if we've gotta hear it we're gonna like it) and we found the perfect track...
... which costs $6. Boo.
Then we find one that has a calm, steady rain and distant thunder (one of my favorite types of weather) that was significantly cheaper. We happened to have an Amazon Mp3 credit. Awesome, right? Well the trick was seeing if the thunder would be just right to wake him up.
So I buy it, sync it, and plug it in as he's doing his "I'm sooo tired but I'm still sooo angry that I'm going to huff and puff and blow your house in," and as soon as it starts playing he's out! He's asleep! He even slept through a stray draft blowing the door shut! I don't know if this is all just coincidence or not, and we've yet to see if this'll lull the monster through the night, but he hasn't woken up (stirred, not shaken) and it's looking good for the long haul!
In a nutshell:
Best $0.89 purchase I didn't actually have to pay for.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
5 Month Check-In
At 5 months, our little Piglet, our darling Rodrigo, is many things.
- He's too tall for us to use his walker (pictured here) as a feeding station anymore. Those dang piggies of his reach the floor on all settings!
- He's discovered his tongue, and his version of sticking it out is adorable, and often makes me wonder if he's hungry (he's not).
- He seems to say words randomly. Words like "hi!" to Grandma walking by, or "help!" any time his father has him. It's kind of our favorite sound right now.
- He has two teeth that make him want to chew on everything! Look out, cousin Maccabee! Payback is a'comin'!
- He MUST have things that are:
* not his
* just out of reach
* Mom's food
* not his
- He can't figure out whether or not sleeping is his thing yet.
- He flirts with ALL the ladies, including mom. I've turned him down nicely a few times, but with such adorable and insistent advances, I suppose I'll just enjoy them while I'm still Mom the Amazing and not Mom the Hag who won't let him go out with that girl because she's pierced all over, I understand she's probably really nice and awesome, but we're setting a precedent here. Besides, you're spoken for.
- He loves being sung to. Whether it's Raffi, daddy's made up songs (kinda like this), or hymns, his face lights up with smiles and sometimes giggles.
- He can't stand not knowing what's going on. I'm sure my mother will enjoy the revenge.
- He's scared of/fascinated/horrified by Grandma's blender.
- He loves, LOVES, LOVES sweet potatoes.
- He likes trying, but crawling and sitting up are still works in progress.
And that's where we stand at 5 months.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Champ or Monster?
How about both?
Morning, champ!
Rawr! All fear the sweet potato monster!
(check out the tiny teefs!)
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Baby Elephants On Parade
As much as Dumbo creeped me out as a kid (and probably still would if I were to watch it today), it's the song "Pink Elephants On Parade" that I can't keep out of my head when I think of the adorableness to follow.
This is for all you lovelies that don't get my facebook feed. Please forgive the apparent brain malfunction where I thought a video camera was like a photo camera.
This is for all you lovelies that don't get my facebook feed. Please forgive the apparent brain malfunction where I thought a video camera was like a photo camera.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
An Eventful Summer
And yet the most uneventful of all. The first day we were rear-ended on the drive home from the airport, so there was no vehicle for us to use most of the trip. It didn't make much difference, though, since I was trying to keep Rodrigo on California time, so we got up late in the morning and went to bed late at night. Well, late as far as my body was concerned.
One of the first events Rodrigo got to enjoy was naptime on the floor.
Here he is, enjoying such a nap on the rug with his buddy, Alfredo.
Then, the Fourth came and things got super exciting! Rodrigo saw his first fireworks (almost against his will) and got to show off a little patriotism, too!
The camera on the phone broke for a long time, but suddenly it came back and we celebrated with a sleepy picture when we stopped for gas on our way to greet Uncle Ick's friend home from his mission!
Then of course, the cousins were there! Maccabee taught our little sir how to hold his own head up, roll over, and even started him on crawling.
And now we're back in California, safe and sound. To celebrate, we went outside! (something we could not do in OK...)
So, that's us!
One of the first events Rodrigo got to enjoy was naptime on the floor.
Then, the Fourth came and things got super exciting! Rodrigo saw his first fireworks (almost against his will) and got to show off a little patriotism, too!
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
I love watching the news sometimes.* It depends on my mood, of course, because I run the risk of getting irritated by the increasingly blatant left wing/right wing propaganda, but today I guess it was just right.
Brought to us by Headline News, I just heard the movie correspondent trying to be witty and comparing the villain Bane with Bain Capital, saying it was little wonder HE'S the villain during a campaign year. When informed that Bane the character has been around a bit longer, he smiled smugly and condescendingly replied, "I'm sure he has."
I love snotty, rude people sometimes.*
*Did you see? Did you see what I did there?
Brought to us by Headline News, I just heard the movie correspondent trying to be witty and comparing the villain Bane with Bain Capital, saying it was little wonder HE'S the villain during a campaign year. When informed that Bane the character has been around a bit longer, he smiled smugly and condescendingly replied, "I'm sure he has."
I love snotty, rude people sometimes.*
*Did you see? Did you see what I did there?
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Another First
Piglet had his first rainstorm about an hour ago. Since just about everywhere in the U.S. is desperately needing rain and Oklahoma droughts every summer, it seems odd to say we really needed it, but there it is.
It was short.
It was sweet.
It was LOUD. I'd forgotten how loud rain is in my parent's house.
Piglet kept shaking his head like he couldn't believe what he saw, and looking at it with the same wild-eyed expression he gets when I'm burping him. It was classic.
And there's no picture. Sorry. I was kinda busy making sure his adamant head shaking wouldn't throw him right into the driveway. Kid couldn't believe what he saw. Bath time outside??
What'll they think of next?
It was short.
It was sweet.
It was LOUD. I'd forgotten how loud rain is in my parent's house.
Piglet kept shaking his head like he couldn't believe what he saw, and looking at it with the same wild-eyed expression he gets when I'm burping him. It was classic.
And there's no picture. Sorry. I was kinda busy making sure his adamant head shaking wouldn't throw him right into the driveway. Kid couldn't believe what he saw. Bath time outside??
What'll they think of next?
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wow. So. Lots of new things.
The truck with all our stuff driven by the amazing in-laws arrived AND got unloaded before we even sold off the rest of our stuff.
We are now camped out in their living room. They're gracious enough to let us do so until we find housing of our own. If anyone who already knows where we're moving to knows of any pretty cheap houses in nice neighborhoods, please do us a solid and let US know.
Well, let Pooh know.
Because I am in Oklahoma visiting my family. My dad is moving back home next week, my sister returns from visiting her in-laws next week, my brother's getting married in August, my other sister arrives with her brand spankin' new baby in August... People, it's just an eventful time out here.
Piglet has developed an interesting new laugh which I love! It's very Aunt Gert. Like in "Lost in Yonkers." Obviously he gets it from me, because I was Aunt Gert in "Lost in Yonkers."
So, despite the new and adorable laughter, he has been super fussy the past two days. I don't think humidity agrees with him. It's taken this trip back to help me remember that humidity doesn't agree with me, either. Just one week of over 100 degree temps AND ridiculous humidity and I'm missing Utah. Beautiful mountains, a drop in air temperature at night, beautiful mountains, no humidity unless it's about to or just has rained, beautiful mountains... You get my drift.
Anyway, it's been decided that we need to cut down on our stuff so that our next move isn't so ridiculous. We've got 4-5 years to do it.
Wish us luck.
The truck with all our stuff driven by the amazing in-laws arrived AND got unloaded before we even sold off the rest of our stuff.
We are now camped out in their living room. They're gracious enough to let us do so until we find housing of our own. If anyone who already knows where we're moving to knows of any pretty cheap houses in nice neighborhoods, please do us a solid and let US know.
Well, let Pooh know.
Because I am in Oklahoma visiting my family. My dad is moving back home next week, my sister returns from visiting her in-laws next week, my brother's getting married in August, my other sister arrives with her brand spankin' new baby in August... People, it's just an eventful time out here.
Piglet has developed an interesting new laugh which I love! It's very Aunt Gert. Like in "Lost in Yonkers." Obviously he gets it from me, because I was Aunt Gert in "Lost in Yonkers."
So, despite the new and adorable laughter, he has been super fussy the past two days. I don't think humidity agrees with him. It's taken this trip back to help me remember that humidity doesn't agree with me, either. Just one week of over 100 degree temps AND ridiculous humidity and I'm missing Utah. Beautiful mountains, a drop in air temperature at night, beautiful mountains, no humidity unless it's about to or just has rained, beautiful mountains... You get my drift.
Anyway, it's been decided that we need to cut down on our stuff so that our next move isn't so ridiculous. We've got 4-5 years to do it.
Wish us luck.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Out With The Old!
The title is meaningful in so many ways. Let me count them!
We're moving! To California, if you must know. It's happening soon. Very soon. So we're frantically packing (well, Pooh's doing more of the frantically packing because I've been dealing with a rather obstinate Piglet. But more on that later.), AND trying to get rid of things we don't need. Seriously, us two pack rats trying to get rid of things. It'd probably be more amusing to outsiders than it is to us. It's kind of a 4th circle Hell type ordeal for us. Especially when Pooh asks, "did you want to keep these books?"
YES!! I did want to keep them!
........ but I don't have to. I guess.
We're trying to sell my car (Freud) before we go. Anyone know somebody who'd like a white 2001 Mitsubishi Mirage ES automatic? Runs great! Only $1500. You know you want it...
The new blogger throws me. I would take more time to figure it out, but that leads me into: Piglet.
Ah, Piglet, Piglet, Piglet. You are nearly 2 months old now and have had the hardest time deciding when you wanted to eat or sleep, unless it's right now! or in the case of naps, too late. You've sent me to the baby section of both libraries in our vicinity reading up on babies and sleep and toying with the idea that I should start you on a schedule (which is ludicrous when facing a move, a family reunion, vacation at Nana's, a wedding, and then moving again - kinda) or if I should just go with the flow.
With all the conflicting information out there it was hard to make a decision, and again the whole uprooting all summer made it seem ridiculous. But then so was the amount of sleep Lil Bit and I were getting, and how completely nonsensical his schedule was panning out to be (10-30 minute catnaps one day, 4-6 hour naps another, and not necessarily sleeping at night). I kept leaning toward scheduling his naps despite having decided it'd be a foolish venture. It proved almost instinctual.
Yesterday, he went down for a nap at 2, woke briefly to eat around 4 (I tried to keep him up, but he was out cold), then woke again at 6 when I fed him again and we decided to try and put him to bed since he was already showing signs of falling asleep again. In bed by 7, and after the week he'd put me through, so was I. There was a bit of a rocky period at 10 and between 1 and 3, but we figured it out and all was well until 630 this morning when he insisted he wanted to wake up and smiled upon my arrival, reluctant though I was. We ate and played and tummy timed and he was ready to nap again and out at 830.
In summation, I think scheduling helps. Making him go to bed early helps. So, goodbye following his wonky idea of a sleep schedule!
Speaking of sleep, I'm going to catch some more, too. As much as he'll let me.
We're moving! To California, if you must know. It's happening soon. Very soon. So we're frantically packing (well, Pooh's doing more of the frantically packing because I've been dealing with a rather obstinate Piglet. But more on that later.), AND trying to get rid of things we don't need. Seriously, us two pack rats trying to get rid of things. It'd probably be more amusing to outsiders than it is to us. It's kind of a 4th circle Hell type ordeal for us. Especially when Pooh asks, "did you want to keep these books?"
YES!! I did want to keep them!
........ but I don't have to. I guess.
We're trying to sell my car (Freud) before we go. Anyone know somebody who'd like a white 2001 Mitsubishi Mirage ES automatic? Runs great! Only $1500. You know you want it...
The new blogger throws me. I would take more time to figure it out, but that leads me into: Piglet.
Ah, Piglet, Piglet, Piglet. You are nearly 2 months old now and have had the hardest time deciding when you wanted to eat or sleep, unless it's right now! or in the case of naps, too late. You've sent me to the baby section of both libraries in our vicinity reading up on babies and sleep and toying with the idea that I should start you on a schedule (which is ludicrous when facing a move, a family reunion, vacation at Nana's, a wedding, and then moving again - kinda) or if I should just go with the flow.
With all the conflicting information out there it was hard to make a decision, and again the whole uprooting all summer made it seem ridiculous. But then so was the amount of sleep Lil Bit and I were getting, and how completely nonsensical his schedule was panning out to be (10-30 minute catnaps one day, 4-6 hour naps another, and not necessarily sleeping at night). I kept leaning toward scheduling his naps despite having decided it'd be a foolish venture. It proved almost instinctual.
Yesterday, he went down for a nap at 2, woke briefly to eat around 4 (I tried to keep him up, but he was out cold), then woke again at 6 when I fed him again and we decided to try and put him to bed since he was already showing signs of falling asleep again. In bed by 7, and after the week he'd put me through, so was I. There was a bit of a rocky period at 10 and between 1 and 3, but we figured it out and all was well until 630 this morning when he insisted he wanted to wake up and smiled upon my arrival, reluctant though I was. We ate and played and tummy timed and he was ready to nap again and out at 830.
In summation, I think scheduling helps. Making him go to bed early helps. So, goodbye following his wonky idea of a sleep schedule!
Speaking of sleep, I'm going to catch some more, too. As much as he'll let me.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Allow Me To Introduce Myself
Hello. My name is "Rodrigo" and I have been here a month.
I have begun experimenting with smiles, much to the confusing delight of my mother. She gets so excited, though she still can't be sure when I'm smiling and when I have gas. I think I'll keep her guessing for now.
I have recently decided that adults are not the boring creatures I'd thought. I find them most interesting, though still only really notice them when they interfere with my observations of light.
I do not believe in schedules. Good thing mom's a stay-at-home, right? Otherwise she might be very cranky with my highly unpredictable sleeping and eating patterns.
I've also begun to enjoy bath time with my father - that is, once they realized they could warm up the bathroom with a space heater. Much better than coming out wet into the cold, don't you think?
Lifting my head high during tummy time still eludes me, but I am getting quite accomplished at using my head as leverage to try and escape those horrible burping sessions. Ugh.
I'm a dreamer. No, really. My sleep is quite noisy as I stretch and react vocally to the scenes playing in my head. It's quite fun in there.
Happy one month, baby boy!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Things I Love About My Boy
Sometimes, when I offer it, he scrunches up his face and looks at me like "I don't need no stinkin' binky!"
When he sleeps, he'll suddenly stretch out his right arm while tucking his left arm behind his head. If you're not sure what this looks like, picture that pose used by so many of the "cool kids" back in the early 2000's.
His eyes appear to be changing to a deep slate gray color, but I can't be sure. It's like he's keeping me in suspense.
The way he frowns when he wakes up. It makes him look just like his daddy (who I can never tell whether or not he's cranky when I wake him up to change a diaper...)
When I offer his binky the second time, he's so excited that he can't keep his head still and frantically turns side to side trying to "chase" the thing into his mouth.
His mouth when I give him gripe water.
The way he sometimes "hugs" me when I'm burping him.
When he sleeps, he'll suddenly stretch out his right arm while tucking his left arm behind his head. If you're not sure what this looks like, picture that pose used by so many of the "cool kids" back in the early 2000's.
His eyes appear to be changing to a deep slate gray color, but I can't be sure. It's like he's keeping me in suspense.
The way he frowns when he wakes up. It makes him look just like his daddy (who I can never tell whether or not he's cranky when I wake him up to change a diaper...)
When I offer his binky the second time, he's so excited that he can't keep his head still and frantically turns side to side trying to "chase" the thing into his mouth.
His mouth when I give him gripe water.
The way he sometimes "hugs" me when I'm burping him.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Photo Update
A quick peek into the mind of a not-quite-one-month-old is really quite revealing.
*Sigh* Babies. Aren't they adorable?
"Hmm, I wonder what I should do today...?"
"Maybe I'll take a nap, have a bit of a snack, another nap and then -"
"Wait! You're going to put me DOWN for the nap? Never mind, then."
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Welcome To The World, Baby Boy!
Rodrigo has made his entrance into the world. The stinker was exactly a week early. I'd fallen asleep around midnight, woke up around 2 and made myself some breakfast, then began to seriously clean our back office/clutter room/ Spare Oom for my parents' use when they would arrive on the 31st.
Then the contractions started.
I warned Pooh when he got up of the impending possibility, but I highly doubted it would amount to anything, and we agreed he should go to work and I'd keep him updated. I was so confident that I had time and that I might even be sent back home that I started to make a mental shopping list of things I wanted to pick up before calling my friend to take me to the hospital.
One shower later and that was absolutely out of the question! I called my friend immediately and finished getting dressed, but I was somehow still pretty confident that I'd get sent home. We get there, and bless her she stayed with me until Pooh could get relieved by a substitute and make it down (several hours).
My Mom miraculously was able to get a flight and get down with my sister and brother-in-law with just an hour to spare! Our little Piglet (who sits before me in his swing pooping his adorable brains out) graced us with his presence at 7:24pm, almost exactly 12 hours after I'd arrived at the hospital.
He's such a funny little kid! He makes the greatest faces and has the best "what in the world are you doing?" look I've ever seen! We (and by "we" I mean Mom and I) believe his eyes will be brown, but Pooh is holding out that they won't.
I know I love this kid, because nothing in this world could make me so sleep deprived and live. Except him.
Pictures to come when Nana isn't napping in the Spare Oom. That's where all the pictures are hidden.
Then the contractions started.
I warned Pooh when he got up of the impending possibility, but I highly doubted it would amount to anything, and we agreed he should go to work and I'd keep him updated. I was so confident that I had time and that I might even be sent back home that I started to make a mental shopping list of things I wanted to pick up before calling my friend to take me to the hospital.
One shower later and that was absolutely out of the question! I called my friend immediately and finished getting dressed, but I was somehow still pretty confident that I'd get sent home. We get there, and bless her she stayed with me until Pooh could get relieved by a substitute and make it down (several hours).
My Mom miraculously was able to get a flight and get down with my sister and brother-in-law with just an hour to spare! Our little Piglet (who sits before me in his swing pooping his adorable brains out) graced us with his presence at 7:24pm, almost exactly 12 hours after I'd arrived at the hospital.
He's such a funny little kid! He makes the greatest faces and has the best "what in the world are you doing?" look I've ever seen! We (and by "we" I mean Mom and I) believe his eyes will be brown, but Pooh is holding out that they won't.
I know I love this kid, because nothing in this world could make me so sleep deprived and live. Except him.
Pictures to come when Nana isn't napping in the Spare Oom. That's where all the pictures are hidden.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Guten Tag!
Congratulations to me! I made it to 5am today! Went to bed a little after midnight, but overall that's still longer than my typical night.
And thanks to Pooh for putting up with my sudden neediness and talking absolute nonsense with me rather than reading the book that you are loving so much.
I'm having a pretty good time recently. I'm dilated to a 2, so this kid's not going anywhere anytime soon which relieves my mother greatly while simultaneously putting me at ease/on edge. How nice, he's waiting for Mamere and BabaLou. But what if he comes late? What will I do?
I know, I know, he'll come in his own time and there's nothing I can do about it so there's no sense stressing, but let's face it: this is me we're talking about. I can manage to stress and be totally chill about something at once.
I know, I'm awesome.
I've started thanking Rodrigo for moving. I didn't really notice I was doing it until last night while hanging out with people rather than laundry. He's still squirmy, it's just slightly more sluggish, and that's most likely because he's got very little room left in there, but that doesn't mean that when I feel him move I don't feel a rush of relief every time.
I was approached at Walmart by a sweet old lady who asked me if I was having a boy. She never said how she knew, but I think we all know.
Today is gonna be awesome! Pooh and I are babysitting this morning for friends who're going to see Hunger Games, later this evening we're making an appearance at my mission reunion and providing rice and kimchi stew, then skedaddling to our turn to see Hunger Games with family. It's going to be a great day.
It occurs to me now to wonder why I wanted to see the movie so bad before Rodrigo came. I've read the books, so I know how it ends. It's not like I'm going to hear any spoilers from anyone before it came out on DVD. We have been looking for an excuse to use our tickets, but we could've maybe saved them for a future well-deserved date night out on the town with a babysitter at home...
Oh well. You live and learn.
Pooh has accused me of being a baby hoarder. On the phone to my mom yesterday he told her I'm refusing to share. She said it's an oldest child trait. I reminded her shortly after that it's also a youngest trait, so good luck to her getting to hold her new grandbaby between the two of us.
Alright. Time to try and catch a short nap before babysitting. Wish me luck!
And thanks to Pooh for putting up with my sudden neediness and talking absolute nonsense with me rather than reading the book that you are loving so much.
I'm having a pretty good time recently. I'm dilated to a 2, so this kid's not going anywhere anytime soon which relieves my mother greatly while simultaneously putting me at ease/on edge. How nice, he's waiting for Mamere and BabaLou. But what if he comes late? What will I do?
I know, I know, he'll come in his own time and there's nothing I can do about it so there's no sense stressing, but let's face it: this is me we're talking about. I can manage to stress and be totally chill about something at once.
I know, I'm awesome.
I've started thanking Rodrigo for moving. I didn't really notice I was doing it until last night while hanging out with people rather than laundry. He's still squirmy, it's just slightly more sluggish, and that's most likely because he's got very little room left in there, but that doesn't mean that when I feel him move I don't feel a rush of relief every time.
I was approached at Walmart by a sweet old lady who asked me if I was having a boy. She never said how she knew, but I think we all know.
Today is gonna be awesome! Pooh and I are babysitting this morning for friends who're going to see Hunger Games, later this evening we're making an appearance at my mission reunion and providing rice and kimchi stew, then skedaddling to our turn to see Hunger Games with family. It's going to be a great day.
It occurs to me now to wonder why I wanted to see the movie so bad before Rodrigo came. I've read the books, so I know how it ends. It's not like I'm going to hear any spoilers from anyone before it came out on DVD. We have been looking for an excuse to use our tickets, but we could've maybe saved them for a future well-deserved date night out on the town with a babysitter at home...
Oh well. You live and learn.
Pooh has accused me of being a baby hoarder. On the phone to my mom yesterday he told her I'm refusing to share. She said it's an oldest child trait. I reminded her shortly after that it's also a youngest trait, so good luck to her getting to hold her new grandbaby between the two of us.
Alright. Time to try and catch a short nap before babysitting. Wish me luck!
Friday, March 23, 2012
This Is Not The Post You Are Looking For...
Every time I see a name brand advertising another name brand (Heinz vinegar and PAAS egg dye) I can't help but get all paranoid: they're in cahoots! Probably even part of the same company!
Warning: Super long critique post. Read at your own risk.
Good morning, again! 2 am seems to be a magical hour for me lately. Creative/critical juices flowing, etc. I knew I wanted to blog, but then didn't know what to write about, until I visited ksl.com and took a gander at this article. It was purely on a whim that I read it, as I've actually been looking for news about new legislation that recently passed making Utah educators' pay performance based - but that's another story which I will tell when I can find anything more recent than last year about it. Conspiracies! Conspiracies everywhere!
Ahem. Right.
The title of the article asks if Hunger Games is worse than Twilight, comparing the protagonists' passivity and in the case of Katniss, her need to play a part to achieve her goals.
First, I didn't see anywhere in the article validation for the title. I mean, throughout the article you can tell he doesn't approve of the Twilight vs. Hunger Games mania, but doesn't craft an argument that would sway anyone to either side, really. Even if one were to agree wholeheartedly with the author, he doesn't manage to prove or disprove "better for teenaged girls" quality in the books. He doesn't actually even pretend to validate arguing for the sake of arguing with a wrap-up line like this: "All in all close look at Katniss' story and actions shows that The Hunger Games probably provides a slightly better example than Twilight, but by how much is unclear." Talk about a passive conclusion. My high school English teacher would've shot that one dead (a-cursed red pen!) even without the obvious lacking word and grammar.
Speaking of passive, he then goes on to address the fact that from the beginning, Peeta and Haymitch are in league trying to protect her. This is all done without her knowledge. A big part of the love story involves the fact that she is completely unaware of Peeta's feelings for her. But more importantly, is that what that is? Is having people who care about you working towards your good without your knowledge an example of your passive nature?
Then there's the treatment she receives after becoming a tribute that is attacked. Everything is put on by the Capitol which sees the Hunger Games as just that: games. The way I best thought of it is it's like being on Survivor, or the Bachelor/ette, or even American Idol - only deadly. Especially since there's a portion where the audience is directly involved (the "gifts" and judges' placements - so probably more American Idol than the others, but you get my point). You WANT to win their hearts to receive their aid, and since there's really only so far you can get on your own (America, text 5552 to vote to keep this contestant!), you have to win them over by acting a part. "If you're not lying, you're dying" to rearrange the phrase. Exploiting back stories is also a trademark of reality TV, and that's exactly what these games are. And remember, in her case it's her life at stake, not a shot at a million dollar recording contract.
Then of course, yes, she is used as a pawn. Her behavior basically highlights her to the Resistance as the perfect face for their subtle campaign. Again, did she even know there was a resistance? Was she aware that doing what she felt was right in extreme situations would elevate her to such a status?
As for the social media attack ("It's possible to change the world, to make things better, but only if you have a cute, fashion-centric and cleverly constructed media campaign.") Um, hello? This is true NOW! (*cough*KONY 2012*cough*) Why wouldn't it be even more so in a morally corrupt, post-apocalyptic society?
And finally, the most nit-picky part(s) of my critique are his lack of pre-post editing and straying from his area of expertise. There were several occasions of re-reading a sentence thinking my sleep deprived brain was playing tricks on me only to see that, no, there weren't enough words in that sentence for it to make sense. I may do that once in a while despite my proofing, but this is for "the news" and maybe should be given a little more attention.
Then, he's the writer and manager for the science section. So, why should I care what he thinks about teen lit? Especially when it's got nothing to do with the science?
Anyway, to wrap up, I obviously think there's really no comparison between "Bella passivity" and "Katniss passivity", but that doesn't mean that I think either protagonist deserves role model status. I'm much more a fan of "Team Real People" like Florence Nightingale, Marie Curie, Esther, Rosa Parks, Molly Pitcher, etc. for a few women, Ghandi, the Buddha, Christ, John Muir, Andrew Carnegie, etc. for a few men.
Forgive the randomness of the list. It's early.
And of course, they're all real people so they're not real perfect (with one obvious exception), which actually makes them better role models in my mind.
So when people ask my kids who they want to be like when they grow up, I hope I've taught them that people who've actually overcome obstacles, changed themselves and others around them, taught others a better way, or effectively changed their world - these are the people to look up to, and I hope these are the people my children talk about.
Heaven forbid they ever say they want to be like me!
Unless, of course, I turn out awesome.
Warning: Super long critique post. Read at your own risk.
Good morning, again! 2 am seems to be a magical hour for me lately. Creative/critical juices flowing, etc. I knew I wanted to blog, but then didn't know what to write about, until I visited ksl.com and took a gander at this article. It was purely on a whim that I read it, as I've actually been looking for news about new legislation that recently passed making Utah educators' pay performance based - but that's another story which I will tell when I can find anything more recent than last year about it. Conspiracies! Conspiracies everywhere!
Ahem. Right.
The title of the article asks if Hunger Games is worse than Twilight, comparing the protagonists' passivity and in the case of Katniss, her need to play a part to achieve her goals.
First, I didn't see anywhere in the article validation for the title. I mean, throughout the article you can tell he doesn't approve of the Twilight vs. Hunger Games mania, but doesn't craft an argument that would sway anyone to either side, really. Even if one were to agree wholeheartedly with the author, he doesn't manage to prove or disprove "better for teenaged girls" quality in the books. He doesn't actually even pretend to validate arguing for the sake of arguing with a wrap-up line like this: "All in all close look at Katniss' story and actions shows that The Hunger Games probably provides a slightly better example than Twilight, but by how much is unclear." Talk about a passive conclusion. My high school English teacher would've shot that one dead (a-cursed red pen!) even without the obvious lacking word and grammar.
Speaking of passive, he then goes on to address the fact that from the beginning, Peeta and Haymitch are in league trying to protect her. This is all done without her knowledge. A big part of the love story involves the fact that she is completely unaware of Peeta's feelings for her. But more importantly, is that what that is? Is having people who care about you working towards your good without your knowledge an example of your passive nature?
Then there's the treatment she receives after becoming a tribute that is attacked. Everything is put on by the Capitol which sees the Hunger Games as just that: games. The way I best thought of it is it's like being on Survivor, or the Bachelor/ette, or even American Idol - only deadly. Especially since there's a portion where the audience is directly involved (the "gifts" and judges' placements - so probably more American Idol than the others, but you get my point). You WANT to win their hearts to receive their aid, and since there's really only so far you can get on your own (America, text 5552 to vote to keep this contestant!), you have to win them over by acting a part. "If you're not lying, you're dying" to rearrange the phrase. Exploiting back stories is also a trademark of reality TV, and that's exactly what these games are. And remember, in her case it's her life at stake, not a shot at a million dollar recording contract.
Then of course, yes, she is used as a pawn. Her behavior basically highlights her to the Resistance as the perfect face for their subtle campaign. Again, did she even know there was a resistance? Was she aware that doing what she felt was right in extreme situations would elevate her to such a status?
As for the social media attack ("It's possible to change the world, to make things better, but only if you have a cute, fashion-centric and cleverly constructed media campaign.") Um, hello? This is true NOW! (*cough*KONY 2012*cough*) Why wouldn't it be even more so in a morally corrupt, post-apocalyptic society?
And finally, the most nit-picky part(s) of my critique are his lack of pre-post editing and straying from his area of expertise. There were several occasions of re-reading a sentence thinking my sleep deprived brain was playing tricks on me only to see that, no, there weren't enough words in that sentence for it to make sense. I may do that once in a while despite my proofing, but this is for "the news" and maybe should be given a little more attention.
Then, he's the writer and manager for the science section. So, why should I care what he thinks about teen lit? Especially when it's got nothing to do with the science?
Anyway, to wrap up, I obviously think there's really no comparison between "Bella passivity" and "Katniss passivity", but that doesn't mean that I think either protagonist deserves role model status. I'm much more a fan of "Team Real People" like Florence Nightingale, Marie Curie, Esther, Rosa Parks, Molly Pitcher, etc. for a few women, Ghandi, the Buddha, Christ, John Muir, Andrew Carnegie, etc. for a few men.
Forgive the randomness of the list. It's early.
And of course, they're all real people so they're not real perfect (with one obvious exception), which actually makes them better role models in my mind.
So when people ask my kids who they want to be like when they grow up, I hope I've taught them that people who've actually overcome obstacles, changed themselves and others around them, taught others a better way, or effectively changed their world - these are the people to look up to, and I hope these are the people my children talk about.
Heaven forbid they ever say they want to be like me!
Unless, of course, I turn out awesome.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
I Should Totally Post A Picture With This...
But I don't feel like getting dressed to do so.
That's right, kids! Happy 2 am! I'm sitting here sleepless and in my PJ's wondering how on earth I can be so close to my delivery date?! After all this time, it really approaches.
Kids, I seriously don't remember what it was like to not have a moderately sized watermelon in my pants. I'm kind of excited to find out.
Pooh and I went to our chiropractic appointment(s) today and when we were scheduling for next time, realized that his next visit will be our Rodrigo's due date. So we all agreed that particular appointment would be tentative. Even though Pooh's still gunning for this Saturday.
He did the math: if I have the baby this weekend, he gets 17 consecutive days off of school while only having to take 7 sick days. Of course, when he started this explanation with "it'd really be great for me if you could have the baby on the night of the 23rd because..." I pretty much tuned him out. It was all in jest, of course (as definitely evidenced by the request for a 3 hour labor), but I wasn't going to listen seriously, anyway. Just in case my hormones got the better of me and decided to make my mouth retaliate without consulting my brain OR my heart.
Is it weird that I'm starting to get more excited to see family than to go through the pains of labor and getting this kid out? Maybe it's also related to the inability to remember life before parasitic infection? A parasite that I will love and adore, of course, but seriously, he's making me eat just about everything in sight. And overstaying his welcome...
That's right, kids! Happy 2 am! I'm sitting here sleepless and in my PJ's wondering how on earth I can be so close to my delivery date?! After all this time, it really approaches.
Kids, I seriously don't remember what it was like to not have a moderately sized watermelon in my pants. I'm kind of excited to find out.
Pooh and I went to our chiropractic appointment(s) today and when we were scheduling for next time, realized that his next visit will be our Rodrigo's due date. So we all agreed that particular appointment would be tentative. Even though Pooh's still gunning for this Saturday.
He did the math: if I have the baby this weekend, he gets 17 consecutive days off of school while only having to take 7 sick days. Of course, when he started this explanation with "it'd really be great for me if you could have the baby on the night of the 23rd because..." I pretty much tuned him out. It was all in jest, of course (as definitely evidenced by the request for a 3 hour labor), but I wasn't going to listen seriously, anyway. Just in case my hormones got the better of me and decided to make my mouth retaliate without consulting my brain OR my heart.
Is it weird that I'm starting to get more excited to see family than to go through the pains of labor and getting this kid out? Maybe it's also related to the inability to remember life before parasitic infection? A parasite that I will love and adore, of course, but seriously, he's making me eat just about everything in sight. And overstaying his welcome...
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Today - Erm -Yesterday's Activities
Off to a slow start what with insomnia and attempted recovery (really, HOW am I going to be pregnant again with a kid?), but when I finally got going, MAN did I ever!
Finished with the baby clothes - which took longer than anticipated as something was especially fuzzy in one load and I couldn't get the fuzzies off any other way than re-washing the whole load. Boo. But they're all cleaned, folded, and put away now. Just awaiting a little man to put them in...
Cleaned out the bottom of the closet and some of the hanging clothes. Some that I hadn't worn in SO long that it was kind of ridiculous to hold on to them. Not much, though. I've got to have something to wear when I deflate, right?
Pulled down all the curtains and washed them. They're still sitting in the dryer. They were the last thing to go into the washer, after all the baby clothes, our clothes, and some towels, so I don't feel bad about leaving them to run through a fluff cycle tomorrow. I mean, today.
Whatever.
Dishes were done. Some of them, anyway. Bedroom was cleaned up quite a bit. Ooh, dresser top was cleaned off and the changing station established there. Drawers were rearranged, socks sorted through (I have ALOT of socks. Really. It was quite horrifying).
I feel like more was done, especially since I was pretty wiped out once the nesting instinct left me (just after Pooh got home).
It was such a beautiful day for it, too! Near 70 degrees outside and sunny and DEFINITELY throw the door and all the windows open weather!
Yay for Spring! And Spring cleaning/nesting coinciding. This is gonna be awesome!
Finished with the baby clothes - which took longer than anticipated as something was especially fuzzy in one load and I couldn't get the fuzzies off any other way than re-washing the whole load. Boo. But they're all cleaned, folded, and put away now. Just awaiting a little man to put them in...
Cleaned out the bottom of the closet and some of the hanging clothes. Some that I hadn't worn in SO long that it was kind of ridiculous to hold on to them. Not much, though. I've got to have something to wear when I deflate, right?
Pulled down all the curtains and washed them. They're still sitting in the dryer. They were the last thing to go into the washer, after all the baby clothes, our clothes, and some towels, so I don't feel bad about leaving them to run through a fluff cycle tomorrow. I mean, today.
Whatever.
Dishes were done. Some of them, anyway. Bedroom was cleaned up quite a bit. Ooh, dresser top was cleaned off and the changing station established there. Drawers were rearranged, socks sorted through (I have ALOT of socks. Really. It was quite horrifying).
I feel like more was done, especially since I was pretty wiped out once the nesting instinct left me (just after Pooh got home).
It was such a beautiful day for it, too! Near 70 degrees outside and sunny and DEFINITELY throw the door and all the windows open weather!
Yay for Spring! And Spring cleaning/nesting coinciding. This is gonna be awesome!
Baby Shower Pictures!
First of all, the food was AWESOME! And Pooh had made some of his famous brownkies, with mini Reese's peanut butter cups in the middles. SO yummy!
This is The Megan's favorite picture of me from the day. I must say I think I look... interesting... But it is a good shot.
This cute little number elicited a small squeal of excitement from Pooh when we washed all the baby clothes this past weekend. Tiny overalls will do that to a man.
A book of advice, given by a beloved cousin-in-law. As you can tell, it's chalk full of hilariousness. There's another picture of me making a face that I didn't know I inherited from my mother, but it looks MUCH better on her than it does me, so the giggling like an idiot face is the one you get.
Baby bow tie! It's kinda fuzzy, but it's a soft brown with pastel polka dots and just about the cutest thing I think I've ever seen. I cannot WAIT to put it on him!
And then the babies that made their appearances! Benson is the little man of Britney who made the bow tie. She was inspired to do so while making some for her own little man and future little man #2. I love this kid. His mom and I would go walking in the mornings together and he would stare at me. We thought it was hilarious.
Azucena, my future daughter-in-law. She's so adorable! She also used to stare at me, but now we smile and giggle at each other. Sometimes she evens gets a shy grin on. I like to think it's because she's excited to meet her Mr. Me too, kiddo. Me too.
Camden! Son of my former roommate and bundle of adorableness that I got to practice being a mom with for like, 15 minutes. He sat on my lap while I ate so his dear mother could get a minute to eat herself. I pretty much forced her to let me. We had good times, him trying to eat my apple slices, me not letting him. Good times.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Adaptations And Such That Aren't Exactly Happening
So, my stomach has more pressure on it than it ever has; something I'd been led to believe wouldn't necessarily be a problem since I was carrying low in the first place, and then Rodrigo dropped. By all rights, I should still be able to eat just as much of whatever I want as I have.
Not so.
Dinner last night (courtesy of Uncle Ick - yes, my family will now be known by the appellations Rodrigo will know them as) at Chili's. So yummy, and I was so hungry. Yet all I got was a mound of chips and salsa/guac (*drool), then about three bites of my actual meal. The thing is, I usually can polish off most - if not all the chips and salsa by myself and have room to spare. So, boo.
This whole train of thought was actually inspired by this morning's early rising and desire for sausage biscuits like Mamere used to prep. I use the spicy sausage because, especially in winter, they light a tiny fire in the belly without being crazy hot.
Unfortunately, I just ate two and that's apparently my extreme limit. I'm not heartburning or anything, but I'm all kinds of toasty AND full, which isn't a preferable condition. Gonna have to switch to mild if I make these again before the baby comes...
Speaking of: Rodrigo IS for SURE head down. Wahoo! No breech babies here.
Mamere and BabaLou are coming into town, as are Grandma and Grandpa, and we'll all get to look at this kid and FINALLY see how a baby with a grown-up profile looks when he's not hiding inside a person. So excited!!
(gasp) So need to pack!!
I just got butterflies.
Not so.
Dinner last night (courtesy of Uncle Ick - yes, my family will now be known by the appellations Rodrigo will know them as) at Chili's. So yummy, and I was so hungry. Yet all I got was a mound of chips and salsa/guac (*drool), then about three bites of my actual meal. The thing is, I usually can polish off most - if not all the chips and salsa by myself and have room to spare. So, boo.
This whole train of thought was actually inspired by this morning's early rising and desire for sausage biscuits like Mamere used to prep. I use the spicy sausage because, especially in winter, they light a tiny fire in the belly without being crazy hot.
Unfortunately, I just ate two and that's apparently my extreme limit. I'm not heartburning or anything, but I'm all kinds of toasty AND full, which isn't a preferable condition. Gonna have to switch to mild if I make these again before the baby comes...
Speaking of: Rodrigo IS for SURE head down. Wahoo! No breech babies here.
Mamere and BabaLou are coming into town, as are Grandma and Grandpa, and we'll all get to look at this kid and FINALLY see how a baby with a grown-up profile looks when he's not hiding inside a person. So excited!!
(gasp) So need to pack!!
I just got butterflies.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
28 Days and Moley Moley Moley Moley Moley.... MOLE!
So, I was going to share a picture of one (or two) movies that came to mind when I thought about that; 28 days. Wow.
The first movie was 28 Days Later (a zombie apocalypse movie) and the other simply 28 Days (with Sandra Bullock and Viggo Mortensen about drug rehab).
When I thought about it, 28 Days Later seemed more applicable.
But seriously. 28 days left. It's getting surreal. I'm super excited, but there's a definite part of my brain that can't fathom being un-pregnant, having a baby, and finally putting to use all the adorableness that has been donated to said baby's cause.
Thanks again to everyone who has and is making it more possible that my baby will not run around naked all summer. Though, he might do that anyway. Or maybe next summer he'll do that. That's probably more likely.
And that's not to say that I wouldn't dress him myself, I just... Am going to stop while I'm ahead.
So, just about two weeks ago I had two moles removed and checked for possible cancer. No big deal, just a step to be sure that all the AMAZING sunburns of my childhood didn't leave any serious damage. One was on my arm and the other on my upper thigh. Unfortunately, the upper thigh one got a bit infected and also revealed that I'm allergic to the glue on the particular brand of band-aids we got. No big deal, really. Once I realized what was going on I simply started smearing on the Neosporin and forewent the band-aids. And when I got the stitches out yesterday, the nurse just told me to keep on with that and make sure my leg was exposed to air as I slept. Also not a biggee as far as temperature is concerned. This March is coming in like a lamb, for sure!
The only hitch?
I sleep on the right side currently (for easy access to everything, including future baby bassinet) and the infection is on my left leg.
Oh, I've worked out a system. I just sleep on one side all night.
No problem at all.
The first movie was 28 Days Later (a zombie apocalypse movie) and the other simply 28 Days (with Sandra Bullock and Viggo Mortensen about drug rehab).
When I thought about it, 28 Days Later seemed more applicable.
But seriously. 28 days left. It's getting surreal. I'm super excited, but there's a definite part of my brain that can't fathom being un-pregnant, having a baby, and finally putting to use all the adorableness that has been donated to said baby's cause.
Thanks again to everyone who has and is making it more possible that my baby will not run around naked all summer. Though, he might do that anyway. Or maybe next summer he'll do that. That's probably more likely.
And that's not to say that I wouldn't dress him myself, I just... Am going to stop while I'm ahead.
So, just about two weeks ago I had two moles removed and checked for possible cancer. No big deal, just a step to be sure that all the AMAZING sunburns of my childhood didn't leave any serious damage. One was on my arm and the other on my upper thigh. Unfortunately, the upper thigh one got a bit infected and also revealed that I'm allergic to the glue on the particular brand of band-aids we got. No big deal, really. Once I realized what was going on I simply started smearing on the Neosporin and forewent the band-aids. And when I got the stitches out yesterday, the nurse just told me to keep on with that and make sure my leg was exposed to air as I slept. Also not a biggee as far as temperature is concerned. This March is coming in like a lamb, for sure!
The only hitch?
I sleep on the right side currently (for easy access to everything, including future baby bassinet) and the infection is on my left leg.
Oh, I've worked out a system. I just sleep on one side all night.
No problem at all.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
The Countdown
One month, y'all! One month from today is the projected "welcome to the world, baby boy" day!
Of course, my math has always been bad, but now that I'm pregnant it's like, negative ability to do math, so could someone explain to me how I can be one month exactly from my due date and be 35 weeks and 4 days into my pregnancy?
Any help is appreciated. I'm going to go eat now. I'm good at eating.
Of course, my math has always been bad, but now that I'm pregnant it's like, negative ability to do math, so could someone explain to me how I can be one month exactly from my due date and be 35 weeks and 4 days into my pregnancy?
Any help is appreciated. I'm going to go eat now. I'm good at eating.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Baby Shower Extravaganza Mayan Apocalypse Year!
That's right, folks. It's the end of the world, and so my baby shower was EPIC! Mostly because WAY more people actually came than I thought would so it was flattering and exciting and fun to hang out with people (some I hadn't seen in years) and eat good food (thanks, The Megan!), and listen to good music (thanks, my iPod!).
So, with all the crazy unexpected excitement, I'm sorry if anyone who reads this felt I may have ignored them. I tried not to leave anyone out, but I'm sure with all the hullabaloo it may have happened.
Anywho, the punch was a little "pond" complete with rubber duckies on blue "waters" which thrilled the kids that came. I sent most of the ducks (which were actually part of a present from The Megan, but she gave her permission when she saw we already have a stash of rubber duckies in the bathroom) home with adults to please children. It made me happy.
And then there were the presents. I was having so much fun that I had actually forgotten all about them. The Megan took pictures, but she's a busy girl and we'll have to wait for those, so I'll probably do just a picture post later.
So, I want to say how absolutely adorable I find my little brother, who asked Mom what he should get me for my shower.
First, kudos to you, kiddo! You're a boy and you wanted to get a gift for a baby shower? You've grown up good.
Second, after being instructed to get something to bring little Rodrigo home from the hospital in, he went to the Student Union and got a bunch of OSU paraphernalia for our tiny future Poke... I'm not entirely clear on what happened, but I'm pretty sure he'd seen the size difference between our only nephews at birth and thought it'd be a good idea to prepare for ANY sized baby, as everything was a different size covering the first year. Good thinkin'. Oh, and I grinned like a flippin' idiot every time I opened up a package with that offensive orange. Beautifully, beautifully offensive.
Rodrigo got SO many cute clothes! And little socks! And just about everything he needs! Thanks to everyone who's made our shopping list so much shorter and for taking the time to hang out with a gabby shut-in. It was a GREAT afternoon.
So, with all the crazy unexpected excitement, I'm sorry if anyone who reads this felt I may have ignored them. I tried not to leave anyone out, but I'm sure with all the hullabaloo it may have happened.
Anywho, the punch was a little "pond" complete with rubber duckies on blue "waters" which thrilled the kids that came. I sent most of the ducks (which were actually part of a present from The Megan, but she gave her permission when she saw we already have a stash of rubber duckies in the bathroom) home with adults to please children. It made me happy.
And then there were the presents. I was having so much fun that I had actually forgotten all about them. The Megan took pictures, but she's a busy girl and we'll have to wait for those, so I'll probably do just a picture post later.
So, I want to say how absolutely adorable I find my little brother, who asked Mom what he should get me for my shower.
First, kudos to you, kiddo! You're a boy and you wanted to get a gift for a baby shower? You've grown up good.
Second, after being instructed to get something to bring little Rodrigo home from the hospital in, he went to the Student Union and got a bunch of OSU paraphernalia for our tiny future Poke... I'm not entirely clear on what happened, but I'm pretty sure he'd seen the size difference between our only nephews at birth and thought it'd be a good idea to prepare for ANY sized baby, as everything was a different size covering the first year. Good thinkin'. Oh, and I grinned like a flippin' idiot every time I opened up a package with that offensive orange. Beautifully, beautifully offensive.
Rodrigo got SO many cute clothes! And little socks! And just about everything he needs! Thanks to everyone who's made our shopping list so much shorter and for taking the time to hang out with a gabby shut-in. It was a GREAT afternoon.
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