I was hoping yesterday was a fluke and that Gavin would feel better today, but it was worse. The silver lining is that Robert and I are off work anyway so we don't have to burn up any sick time, plus we get to battle it together, which always makes things easier.
Robert and I have been unbelievably lucky. I mean, stupid lucky. Gavin has never had colic or crying fits. Ever. So this is our first time dealing with hours upon hours of hysterics. Honestly, I'm so worn out from today that it's hard to even write this blog post. Gavin cried himself into 15 hours of sleep last night and he walked to his crib tonight.
We are going to the pediatrician tomorrow, the doctor on call said it sounds like it can wait until then. Just for the record, this is the 6th time I have been to the doctor or hospital in 8 days. That's just insane.
So here's to Gavin and I feeling better soon.
Linking up with Jenni From The Blog (can't link on iPad, so visit her by going to www.jennifromtheblog.com)
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thanksgiving Thankful Thursday
Theres nothing like a swift kick of perspective in your ass on Thanksgving morning. I mean really, it's like a script. I kind of feel like I'm in a corny movie.
Gavin had a fever that spiked to 103.1 last night which he's never had before (thankfully) so we took him to the pediatrician to be sure it was just a cold and nothing more serious. Luckily, our pediatrician's office is open until 8 for just this scenario (thankfully). She did a strep test and the rapid was a negative (thankfully). She said he probably was just battling a nasty cold and to just keep up the Tylenol (thankfully).
About halfway through the morning, the poor little guy started screaming in pain for no reason and then he'd stop for 5 minutes and then scream for 10 and stop for 7. You get the idea. This went on for a few hours and we were starting to worry. Mostly because he stopped eating, which, well, my child has NEVER refused food. I called my mom and told her we would be latest best and tht we might not be able to make it at all. My poor guy was struggling to break a fever and was obviously unhappy. Right after I hung up the phone with her, he crawled out of his daddy's lap and walked right to me with a huge smile on his face (thankfully). Hmmmmm. He has been out of it for hours. All of a sudden, he's fine (thankfully). And just like that, he was all better (repeat thankfully).
We made it to dinner (thankfully on so many levels) and he didn't have another episode all day (a lot of people are thankful for this one). We had to leave a little early because he was exhausted after such a tiring day, but we made it and had a great time (thankfully).
I've never had a Thanksgiving where my blessings have been shoved in my face so blatantly. We have a healthy child. This was the first time this has ever happened. We have a wonderful family to spend Thanksgiving with. These things are forgotten when money gets tight or you start thing about all the things you would like to have and don't, but it's important to remember the basic things. health and family are easy to take for granted, but they are so very important.
I hope everyone had a wonderful day, however you chose to spend it.
Gavin had a fever that spiked to 103.1 last night which he's never had before (thankfully) so we took him to the pediatrician to be sure it was just a cold and nothing more serious. Luckily, our pediatrician's office is open until 8 for just this scenario (thankfully). She did a strep test and the rapid was a negative (thankfully). She said he probably was just battling a nasty cold and to just keep up the Tylenol (thankfully).
About halfway through the morning, the poor little guy started screaming in pain for no reason and then he'd stop for 5 minutes and then scream for 10 and stop for 7. You get the idea. This went on for a few hours and we were starting to worry. Mostly because he stopped eating, which, well, my child has NEVER refused food. I called my mom and told her we would be latest best and tht we might not be able to make it at all. My poor guy was struggling to break a fever and was obviously unhappy. Right after I hung up the phone with her, he crawled out of his daddy's lap and walked right to me with a huge smile on his face (thankfully). Hmmmmm. He has been out of it for hours. All of a sudden, he's fine (thankfully). And just like that, he was all better (repeat thankfully).
We made it to dinner (thankfully on so many levels) and he didn't have another episode all day (a lot of people are thankful for this one). We had to leave a little early because he was exhausted after such a tiring day, but we made it and had a great time (thankfully).
I've never had a Thanksgiving where my blessings have been shoved in my face so blatantly. We have a healthy child. This was the first time this has ever happened. We have a wonderful family to spend Thanksgiving with. These things are forgotten when money gets tight or you start thing about all the things you would like to have and don't, but it's important to remember the basic things. health and family are easy to take for granted, but they are so very important.
I hope everyone had a wonderful day, however you chose to spend it.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
When Baking Goes Wrong
I guess I should save this for tomorrow's Wordless Wednesday, but I couldn't resist.
See, what had happened was...I tried to bake pumpkin bread loaves for Robert's pot luck tomorrow. He wanted mini loaves and not 2 regular loaves. The recipe said it could make 6 loaves. We had 5 mini loaf tins. I tried to make the batter fit into the 5. No one ever informed me that you're only supposed to fill them up to the 3/4 mark. I was so proud that I made it work with 5. I did not make it work with 5, as you can see. I was sorely mistaken. I'm not even going to post a picture of what the oven looks like..yikes.
See, what had happened was...I tried to bake pumpkin bread loaves for Robert's pot luck tomorrow. He wanted mini loaves and not 2 regular loaves. The recipe said it could make 6 loaves. We had 5 mini loaf tins. I tried to make the batter fit into the 5. No one ever informed me that you're only supposed to fill them up to the 3/4 mark. I was so proud that I made it work with 5. I did not make it work with 5, as you can see. I was sorely mistaken. I'm not even going to post a picture of what the oven looks like..yikes.
Monday, November 21, 2011
I Tripped...
And I fell. Now I'm getting help to get back to the me I know is there, deep down inside. I'm so thankful for those close to me that support me and love me no matter what.
Today I took the first dramatic steps towards treatment. I'm scared, but also excited to see all the vivid colors and laugh with my whole body. I'm so looking forward to those moments again.
This will never beat me. Never has. Never will.
Today I took the first dramatic steps towards treatment. I'm scared, but also excited to see all the vivid colors and laugh with my whole body. I'm so looking forward to those moments again.
This will never beat me. Never has. Never will.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Day of Fail
It started okay. Plans for a family brunch at my favorite restaurant. Then my step-dad couldn't make it. Then my husband didn't want to come because it would be all girls. Then an argument with the hubs. Rough start, but not a fail yet.
Brunch with mom and Gavin was awesome. Check one in the win column.
My mom and I took Gavin to get a haircut because we had a family photo session this afternoon. The last haircut at home didn't go well at all. Gavin had developed a fear of the clippers. So I warned the stylist and he predictably had a meltdown. So we ditched the clippers and went for the scissors. Still had a meltdown. It took my mom and I to hold him still and he still only got half a haircut because I couldn't take it anymore. This led to a huge tip because I felt so bad for the stylist. She obviously takes pride in her job and wanted to finish, which I understand, but it just wasn't happening. Yep, that would be a fail.
We get home after a little light shopping and I put Gavin down for a nap before the photo shoot. He's overtired so he fights it tooth and nail, but he finally goes down. Ten we have to wake him up to get ready for the photo shoot (he got over an hour of sleep. I didn't expect him to sleep so long). So then he's cranky. Great. At this point, I don't have much faith in the photo shoot going well, but hey, it's happening.
We show up to the studio and Gavin refuses to smile. Huge surprise there. So we decide to go outside. We've taken about 5 minutes worth of pictures when Gavin trips and slams his head into a rock. When he gets up (wailing, of course) there's a small bump on his head. We decide to go inside to get some ice on his head. By the time we get inside, the small bump has transformed into a HUGE knot. I've never seen anything like it. When we try to ice it, he flips. So we call it a wash and go home. I will be shocked if we get 2 good pictures out of the deal between him not smiling and it only lasting 5 minutes.
So, to recap, I come home with my poor baby boy with a huge knot on his head and a crooked, half done haircut and nothing to show for it.
I'd call that a fail day.
Brunch with mom and Gavin was awesome. Check one in the win column.
My mom and I took Gavin to get a haircut because we had a family photo session this afternoon. The last haircut at home didn't go well at all. Gavin had developed a fear of the clippers. So I warned the stylist and he predictably had a meltdown. So we ditched the clippers and went for the scissors. Still had a meltdown. It took my mom and I to hold him still and he still only got half a haircut because I couldn't take it anymore. This led to a huge tip because I felt so bad for the stylist. She obviously takes pride in her job and wanted to finish, which I understand, but it just wasn't happening. Yep, that would be a fail.
We get home after a little light shopping and I put Gavin down for a nap before the photo shoot. He's overtired so he fights it tooth and nail, but he finally goes down. Ten we have to wake him up to get ready for the photo shoot (he got over an hour of sleep. I didn't expect him to sleep so long). So then he's cranky. Great. At this point, I don't have much faith in the photo shoot going well, but hey, it's happening.
We show up to the studio and Gavin refuses to smile. Huge surprise there. So we decide to go outside. We've taken about 5 minutes worth of pictures when Gavin trips and slams his head into a rock. When he gets up (wailing, of course) there's a small bump on his head. We decide to go inside to get some ice on his head. By the time we get inside, the small bump has transformed into a HUGE knot. I've never seen anything like it. When we try to ice it, he flips. So we call it a wash and go home. I will be shocked if we get 2 good pictures out of the deal between him not smiling and it only lasting 5 minutes.
So, to recap, I come home with my poor baby boy with a huge knot on his head and a crooked, half done haircut and nothing to show for it.
I'd call that a fail day.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Eve Carson 5K
Today, two lovely ladies and I participated in walking the Eve Carson 5K. It was a chilly morning, but a really great time. I felt so proud to participate in such a great event. Eve was an incredible young woman and while I am saddened by her very tragic death, it was really moving to see so many people there supporting the things that she cared about so much. I was truly honored to be a part of it.
Right before the finish line, there were students holding up signs that read out a quote from Eve about staying strong to the end. It was such a great way to end the walk. See the three shadows?
Right before the finish line, there were students holding up signs that read out a quote from Eve about staying strong to the end. It was such a great way to end the walk. See the three shadows?
Our completion time. Not last place, but damn close!
Friday, November 18, 2011
Y3W: Respect The Turkey
Dear Family With A Fully Decorated Christmas Yard,
I know you and your kids are super super excited about Christmas and everything that comes with it. I get it, I really do. However, you can't skip holidays. It's wrong and it messes up the flow. Thanksgiving comes before Christmas. Always has, always will.
It's unfair for those of us that are still scrambling around trying to accept the fact that a huge family holiday is coming up. We need the rehearsal dinner that is Thanksgiving. Please don't take this away from us. This is imperative.
In case I haven't made myself clear:
November = Thanksgiving
December = Christmas
So when you're putting up lights and singing carols in November, see the above chart and respect the g-d turkey!!!!
I know you and your kids are super super excited about Christmas and everything that comes with it. I get it, I really do. However, you can't skip holidays. It's wrong and it messes up the flow. Thanksgiving comes before Christmas. Always has, always will.
It's unfair for those of us that are still scrambling around trying to accept the fact that a huge family holiday is coming up. We need the rehearsal dinner that is Thanksgiving. Please don't take this away from us. This is imperative.
In case I haven't made myself clear:
November = Thanksgiving
December = Christmas
So when you're putting up lights and singing carols in November, see the above chart and respect the g-d turkey!!!!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
It Was Bound To Happen
I knew when I took on this challenge, I would probably get to a point where I didn't have the energy or thought process to write a post. That day is today. I had a terrible day at work and I just don't have it in me to be anything but negative. So, I'm going to relax, watch some TV and start over tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
When Procrastination Makes You It's Bitch
Thst stack of bills that hasn't been looked at it because we have auto bill pay and it'll be fine....I think.
Those growing dust balls in the corner.
The waning pantry that is looking more pathetic by the moment.
The toilet that is...*yak*
The pile of dirty laundry that is 3 times as big as the amount of clean clothes.
The dentist and optamology appointments that I was supposed to reschedule months ago.
Did I mention the credit card and other bills? That alone.....
When you ignore all these things for too long they turn into monsters that keep you awake at night and, in my case, massive panic attacks.
Those growing dust balls in the corner.
The waning pantry that is looking more pathetic by the moment.
The toilet that is...*yak*
The pile of dirty laundry that is 3 times as big as the amount of clean clothes.
The dentist and optamology appointments that I was supposed to reschedule months ago.
Did I mention the credit card and other bills? That alone.....
When you ignore all these things for too long they turn into monsters that keep you awake at night and, in my case, massive panic attacks.
Monday, November 14, 2011
FWP
It has been a doozie of a day. Too overwhelming and crazy to even begin to explain. S instead of detailing the ups and downs, I'm going to take the easy way out and talk about my first world problems, inspired by Rants From Mommyland:
My iPad won't let me make the blog reference above a link, so now I look like I'm not giving credit where credit is due.
Time Warner didn't believe me when I said I wanted to cancel my home phone service, so I have to pay an unexpected $20 on my cable bill.
My wifi at work asks me to validate my credentials every time I use my iPad, which curbs my web surfing time.
With household budget constraints, we can't afford kcups for a little while, so I have to actually put coffee grounds into the kcup instead of popping in the disposable one.
I keep forgetting to get white vinegar at the grocery store, so my Keurig hasnt gotten descaled, causing sub-par cups of coffee.
I dropped my new iPhone, and now it has a slight chip in the glass. I see it every time I look at my phone.
We only have one pair of Stride Rites and they don't go with all of Gavin's outfits.
My iPad won't let me make the blog reference above a link, so now I look like I'm not giving credit where credit is due.
Time Warner didn't believe me when I said I wanted to cancel my home phone service, so I have to pay an unexpected $20 on my cable bill.
My wifi at work asks me to validate my credentials every time I use my iPad, which curbs my web surfing time.
With household budget constraints, we can't afford kcups for a little while, so I have to actually put coffee grounds into the kcup instead of popping in the disposable one.
I keep forgetting to get white vinegar at the grocery store, so my Keurig hasnt gotten descaled, causing sub-par cups of coffee.
I dropped my new iPhone, and now it has a slight chip in the glass. I see it every time I look at my phone.
We only have one pair of Stride Rites and they don't go with all of Gavin's outfits.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
That Nagging Feeling
Lately, I've had a strange feeling. Something feels unsettled and off. I feel like something is going to change or shift. Like that weird calm before the storm. This feeling has created a huge spike in anxiety. All those tricks to keep me in check and stay positive haven't been working. I'm in this weird funk. It's so hard to explain. I can just say that it's interfering with my ability to enjoy what's right in front of me and that's not okay. I missed too much of Gavin and Robert when I was fighting the PPD/A monster and I won't let it happen again.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
When You Call Your Kid A Monkey.....
We have always called Gavin one of 4 M's: Munchkin, Meatball, Monster or Monkey, depending on his demeanor or mood. Usually he's a monkey because he's being mischievous and climbing on things.
This morning, Robert was nice enough to let me sleep in. Then I heard Gavin giggling his head off and Robert screaming "No...I said No...OH NOOOOO!!".
Apparently Gavin has taken his nickname to heart. While getting his diaper changed, Gavin reached down and got a couple handfuls of poo. Then he started smearing it on Roberts arm as he was trying to get some kind of control if the situation. Let's be honest. There's no controlling that kind of situation. Eventually it got cleaned up after poo was slung and Robert was scarred for life. I only regret that I didn't get to see it firsthand.
So, lesson learned and passed on to you readers: if you call a baby a monkey, he'll probably fling his poo at you.
This morning, Robert was nice enough to let me sleep in. Then I heard Gavin giggling his head off and Robert screaming "No...I said No...OH NOOOOO!!".
Apparently Gavin has taken his nickname to heart. While getting his diaper changed, Gavin reached down and got a couple handfuls of poo. Then he started smearing it on Roberts arm as he was trying to get some kind of control if the situation. Let's be honest. There's no controlling that kind of situation. Eventually it got cleaned up after poo was slung and Robert was scarred for life. I only regret that I didn't get to see it firsthand.
So, lesson learned and passed on to you readers: if you call a baby a monkey, he'll probably fling his poo at you.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Y3W: Go Tar Heels!
Today is Veterans Day (duh) and I would like to take a moment to thank all of our veterans and their families for their service, especially my husband Robert, who served in the Navy during the Persian Gulf War.
Its also the first game of the UNC basketball season and it happened on an aircraft carrier and the PRESIDENT was there. Could you get more patriotic? Me thinks not. Oh, and the boys in blue brought home the W and the trophy. What a great way to celebrate our armed forces and kick off not only the basketball season, but also the weekend.
In other good news, Wilson Ramos has been found alive. I couldn't be happier for his family and friends. I only hope that the pattern of kidnappings in Venezuela stops as soon as possible. I is deeply saddening and unacceptable. I hate that my family lives in a country that has to struggle with that reality.
Its also the first game of the UNC basketball season and it happened on an aircraft carrier and the PRESIDENT was there. Could you get more patriotic? Me thinks not. Oh, and the boys in blue brought home the W and the trophy. What a great way to celebrate our armed forces and kick off not only the basketball season, but also the weekend.
In other good news, Wilson Ramos has been found alive. I couldn't be happier for his family and friends. I only hope that the pattern of kidnappings in Venezuela stops as soon as possible. I is deeply saddening and unacceptable. I hate that my family lives in a country that has to struggle with that reality.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Monsters Among Us
Ever since the news of the atrocity at Penn State broke, I've been saddened, dismayed and terrified. How could this happen? How could so many people let this happen for so long? I can't even wrap my head around it. My heart breaks every time I think about the children involved. To make things even more depressing, this happens more often than anyone would like to believe or admit.
I can't stand any conversation about this that involves athletics because that's not what this is about. This is about children being terribly abused and adults turning the other cheek.
Here's what I, and hopefully most, take away from this atrocity. When you see someone being hurt or wrong, stand up for them, especially if they can't stand up for themselves. Do the right thing. Let's take care of each other. It's hard enough out there.
I can't stand any conversation about this that involves athletics because that's not what this is about. This is about children being terribly abused and adults turning the other cheek.
Here's what I, and hopefully most, take away from this atrocity. When you see someone being hurt or wrong, stand up for them, especially if they can't stand up for themselves. Do the right thing. Let's take care of each other. It's hard enough out there.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Green Grass
Its always green...on the other side.
Lately I've been having a really hard time at work because my babe is sick and I really just want to be home with him. Throw in raging ovaries and general workplace dissatisfaction and you have a recipe for a wannabe stay at home mom. I've always been jealous of those ladies, but lately that green vision has been peaking.
There are things about work that I would miss. The constant adult interaction. The insurance. The bonus checks. However, there are so many things I'm missing at home. How's a girl to choose?
I know this tends to be a very polarizing issue on the interwebs, but the truth is, there is no "perfect" solution. Except for my one friend. Her MIL watches her kid 2 days a week so she can work an awesome sauce job. That's eating green grass all day friends.
Lately I've been having a really hard time at work because my babe is sick and I really just want to be home with him. Throw in raging ovaries and general workplace dissatisfaction and you have a recipe for a wannabe stay at home mom. I've always been jealous of those ladies, but lately that green vision has been peaking.
There are things about work that I would miss. The constant adult interaction. The insurance. The bonus checks. However, there are so many things I'm missing at home. How's a girl to choose?
I know this tends to be a very polarizing issue on the interwebs, but the truth is, there is no "perfect" solution. Except for my one friend. Her MIL watches her kid 2 days a week so she can work an awesome sauce job. That's eating green grass all day friends.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Mommy Instincts
Gavin has had a persistent cough that has been hanging around for a lot longer than I would like. So I called the nurse line yesterday and based on the cough and his rapid breathing, they advised that we take him to the ER immediately as a precaution. The doctor took a look at him and said it was just a cold and gave him prednisone because it had been lingering. As she was getting ready to get our discharge papers together, the mom in me came out.
"he's had a cough for a really long time. Isn't pneumonia a concern at this point?"
This is big for me because I usually am quiet as a mouse at doctor appointments with doctors I don't know. Something in me told me I needed to ask though.
She replied, "he doesn't have a fever, so we can rule that out, but we can do a x-ray for your piece of mind"
I thanked her for the offer and told her I'd be taking her up on it. After 2 hours and about 3 meltdowns (we had to strap him to a table to get the x-ray), the doctor called me into a room to look at the images.
Long story short, the doctor was holding fast to her original diagnosis, but the radiologist saw early signs of pneumonia. The doctor offered to prescribe antibiotics if it would, once again, give me "peace of mind".
You bet your ass we'll take them!
She then had to nerve to say that she hopes that he doesn't have any adverse reactions. Look lady, you tried to brush us off as hypochondriacs and you were wrong. Don't try to save face by trying to scare me out of antibiotics that x-rays have proved my son may very well need to recover.
Mommy instincts rock.
"he's had a cough for a really long time. Isn't pneumonia a concern at this point?"
This is big for me because I usually am quiet as a mouse at doctor appointments with doctors I don't know. Something in me told me I needed to ask though.
She replied, "he doesn't have a fever, so we can rule that out, but we can do a x-ray for your piece of mind"
I thanked her for the offer and told her I'd be taking her up on it. After 2 hours and about 3 meltdowns (we had to strap him to a table to get the x-ray), the doctor called me into a room to look at the images.
Long story short, the doctor was holding fast to her original diagnosis, but the radiologist saw early signs of pneumonia. The doctor offered to prescribe antibiotics if it would, once again, give me "peace of mind".
You bet your ass we'll take them!
She then had to nerve to say that she hopes that he doesn't have any adverse reactions. Look lady, you tried to brush us off as hypochondriacs and you were wrong. Don't try to save face by trying to scare me out of antibiotics that x-rays have proved my son may very well need to recover.
Mommy instincts rock.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
You Know You're A Parent When...
You receive a text from your husband that reads "Bring home wine and Desetin". Ahhhh, the joys of parenthood!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Like An Evil Turtle
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I was a snapping turtle. A mean one.
I managed to find fault with every single thing that Robert did today and I nearly lost it when Gavin fell and hurt himself, twice.
Days like today are a testament to how amazing my husband is. He knows I have bad days and he just let's me have them. He's awesome. Nothing witty and cute. He just rocks.
I managed to find fault with every single thing that Robert did today and I nearly lost it when Gavin fell and hurt himself, twice.
Days like today are a testament to how amazing my husband is. He knows I have bad days and he just let's me have them. He's awesome. Nothing witty and cute. He just rocks.
Friday, November 4, 2011
A Backyard!!!
We've always lived in apartments. We've always wanted to live in a house, but the timing has never been right, until now. My mom wanted to invest in real estate, we wanted to rent a house. So my mom put in a bid on the perfect house for our situation. A house that had been badly damaged in a fire and needed to be completely remodeled. The bid went in on the house in July and we still haven't closed because of a lot of red tape. The closing date has finally been set so we are starting to let ourselves get excited. We are hoping to move in this Spring! We (especially the dog) can't wait!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Division of Labor
I usually refrain from man bashing because I really don't have anything to complain about at the end of the day. Robert is a great husband and an even better father, but let's be honest, he's human. I'm human too. When you put two humans together and give them a baby, bills and stressful jobs, wells you know.
One the causes of conflict for us is household chores. After a lot of discussion, we decided that he would do laundry and I do kitchen. This worked for about a month. Then I got a good look at the laundry room. That just wasn't gonna work. Piles of clean clothes. Wet clothes in the washer for days. He didn't seem to understand that laundry meant all of it. As in you wash, dry, fold AND put away. Throwing clean clothes on top of the dryer is not the end of the cycle. That's the equivalent of me leaving the dishes in the dishwasher or taking them out and putting them all over the counters. So now I either nag him to do it or just do it myself. There has to be an easier way. He says he doesn't mind me reminding him everyday (ahem, nagging), but I DO!! There are plenty of things that I would rather do than remind him. I just want it DONE!!! As my friend observed, they had lives before we lived together and they survived. What happened? Its like they get married and regress back to small children....sigh...where's my pacifier?
One the causes of conflict for us is household chores. After a lot of discussion, we decided that he would do laundry and I do kitchen. This worked for about a month. Then I got a good look at the laundry room. That just wasn't gonna work. Piles of clean clothes. Wet clothes in the washer for days. He didn't seem to understand that laundry meant all of it. As in you wash, dry, fold AND put away. Throwing clean clothes on top of the dryer is not the end of the cycle. That's the equivalent of me leaving the dishes in the dishwasher or taking them out and putting them all over the counters. So now I either nag him to do it or just do it myself. There has to be an easier way. He says he doesn't mind me reminding him everyday (ahem, nagging), but I DO!! There are plenty of things that I would rather do than remind him. I just want it DONE!!! As my friend observed, they had lives before we lived together and they survived. What happened? Its like they get married and regress back to small children....sigh...where's my pacifier?
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Taking The Plunge
I am super bad with commitment. I love to set goals and then I get distracted. Kind of like a puppy in a field of butterflies. So I am taking a leap or plunge or dive or whatever by committing to blogging every. single. day. For a full month.
Stay tuned for a lot of nonsense and "ummmm, today was pretty boring".
Seriously though, I think it will be a good exercise in creating a habit and being expressive and honest here.
Let me know if you're participating so I can follow! I know that and are in on the action!
Stay tuned for a lot of nonsense and "ummmm, today was pretty boring".
Seriously though, I think it will be a good exercise in creating a habit and being expressive and honest here.
Let me know if you're participating so I can follow! I know that and are in on the action!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Award!
I'm so so super flattered that Sarah at It's A Vol gave me the Versatile Blogger award! I'm just now starting to blog and she's my only public follower so although I read a whole lotta blogs, she's my only blog friend. So sweet of her to give me a shout and an award!
The Rules
1. Thank and link back to the person who gave the award to you.
2. Share 7 things about yourself.
3. Give the award to 15 other bloggers.
So now that I've thanked the lovely Sarah, here are 7 things about me:
1. I am half Venezuelan and half "white".
2. I am a fluent Spanish speaker, due to the above, but my primary and native language is English.
3. I am a reformed slob. I used to me the messiest person alive, but since becoming a mom, I can't stand messes.
4. I love love love photography. If I could be anything in the world, it would be a photographer.
5. I hate the beach. I'm weird like that. The sand drives me crazy.
6. I thrive off of non-fiction. True crime shows, documentaries, and all that jazz.
7. I get a high off a good bargain, but I don't have the patience for the extreme coupon deal.
Now that you know how incredibly boring I am, I'm going to break rule 3 because....umm, I don't know any other bloggers, especially 15. At least none that know I exist.
Thanks again Sarah and so sorry for breaking the rules!
The Rules
1. Thank and link back to the person who gave the award to you.
2. Share 7 things about yourself.
3. Give the award to 15 other bloggers.
So now that I've thanked the lovely Sarah, here are 7 things about me:
1. I am half Venezuelan and half "white".
2. I am a fluent Spanish speaker, due to the above, but my primary and native language is English.
3. I am a reformed slob. I used to me the messiest person alive, but since becoming a mom, I can't stand messes.
4. I love love love photography. If I could be anything in the world, it would be a photographer.
5. I hate the beach. I'm weird like that. The sand drives me crazy.
6. I thrive off of non-fiction. True crime shows, documentaries, and all that jazz.
7. I get a high off a good bargain, but I don't have the patience for the extreme coupon deal.
Now that you know how incredibly boring I am, I'm going to break rule 3 because....umm, I don't know any other bloggers, especially 15. At least none that know I exist.
Thanks again Sarah and so sorry for breaking the rules!
One of THOSE Weeks
So I've been MIA for a while. I'm aware. This time I have a better excuse than just being lazy.
Last week, on our way to daycare, Gavin and I got rear-ended. Hard. We were waiting for traffic to clear so that we could turn left and had been completely stopped for about 15 seconds or so. Blinker and headlights on. Brake lights working. You get the gist. Out of the blue, someone one smacked into the back of us at about 35 mph. They didn't so much as tap the brakes. There were no skid marks. I didn't hear the squeal of the brakes and was not looking in the rear view mirror so I didn't even see the car coming.
The woman that hit us was 87 years old with a heart condition. She was very upset and was sobbing through her apologies to us. Somehow, she didn't have a heart attack. She said that she never saw us. This is where I could go on a huge tangent about why she never should have been in the road in the first place. Not to mention, we live in a college town and if she had gotten on campus with all of those jay walking students....disaster.
The most imporant thing, Gavin is 100% ok. He cried a bit from the shock (who could blame him?), but once i came around to his side of the car and talked to him for a minute, he calmed right down. Just in case, the paramedics came out and the 911 operator recommended that I don't take him out of his car seat and he was extremely unhappy when 3 paramedics were triaging him while in his car seat. That was more about the strange circumstances than anything else though. Once he got out of his seat and he got a clean bill of health, he was laughing and smiling. Robert took him to the pediatrician for a more in depth check out and they said he looked great. So this is where I do go off on a tangent for my other mommy friends....
Recently the AAP changed their recommendations to keep children rear facing until age 2, however car seat manufacturers still say in their materials that children can be rear facing at age 1. Conflicting information. For a while I was excited about Gavin turning 1 because I could turn him around and he could see more and I could see him better and there would be more room in the car....etc. Out of a weird nagging feeling (and laziness) I left him rear facing...just in case. I also told myself that we probably wouldn't wait until 2 because he would get bored and that was being a little bit over the top. Needless to say, one of the first things I thought about when we got hit was "Thank God he's rear-facing". Call me crazy, that was the very first thing I thought. The paramedics backed me up on this one saying that had he been forward facing he would have suffered some neck damage. I say all this to say, I know rear-facing is a pain. I'm right there with you, but it's so worth it. Had he gotten neck damage because forward-facing was more convenient for me....the guilt alone would have killed me. So keep them rear-facing no just until their 2, but until the car seat weight limit tells you that you have to be forward-facing. You read all that? Impressive.
The damage was...interesting. She drove a 2003 Ford Focus. I drive a 2008 Mazda3. Her whole front end was crushed in. Her car was obviously totaled. So when I got out of my car and saw that damage, I thought that my damage would be equally as bad. My bumper was dented in. That's it. Seriously.
We are so so lucky. Everyone is safe and there is only property damage. I've been MIA because although it wasn't my fault, there is a whole lot of paperwork and running around and calling insurance companies and rental cars....and so much more. Hopefully it will all settle down soon...
Last week, on our way to daycare, Gavin and I got rear-ended. Hard. We were waiting for traffic to clear so that we could turn left and had been completely stopped for about 15 seconds or so. Blinker and headlights on. Brake lights working. You get the gist. Out of the blue, someone one smacked into the back of us at about 35 mph. They didn't so much as tap the brakes. There were no skid marks. I didn't hear the squeal of the brakes and was not looking in the rear view mirror so I didn't even see the car coming.
The woman that hit us was 87 years old with a heart condition. She was very upset and was sobbing through her apologies to us. Somehow, she didn't have a heart attack. She said that she never saw us. This is where I could go on a huge tangent about why she never should have been in the road in the first place. Not to mention, we live in a college town and if she had gotten on campus with all of those jay walking students....disaster.
The most imporant thing, Gavin is 100% ok. He cried a bit from the shock (who could blame him?), but once i came around to his side of the car and talked to him for a minute, he calmed right down. Just in case, the paramedics came out and the 911 operator recommended that I don't take him out of his car seat and he was extremely unhappy when 3 paramedics were triaging him while in his car seat. That was more about the strange circumstances than anything else though. Once he got out of his seat and he got a clean bill of health, he was laughing and smiling. Robert took him to the pediatrician for a more in depth check out and they said he looked great. So this is where I do go off on a tangent for my other mommy friends....
Recently the AAP changed their recommendations to keep children rear facing until age 2, however car seat manufacturers still say in their materials that children can be rear facing at age 1. Conflicting information. For a while I was excited about Gavin turning 1 because I could turn him around and he could see more and I could see him better and there would be more room in the car....etc. Out of a weird nagging feeling (and laziness) I left him rear facing...just in case. I also told myself that we probably wouldn't wait until 2 because he would get bored and that was being a little bit over the top. Needless to say, one of the first things I thought about when we got hit was "Thank God he's rear-facing". Call me crazy, that was the very first thing I thought. The paramedics backed me up on this one saying that had he been forward facing he would have suffered some neck damage. I say all this to say, I know rear-facing is a pain. I'm right there with you, but it's so worth it. Had he gotten neck damage because forward-facing was more convenient for me....the guilt alone would have killed me. So keep them rear-facing no just until their 2, but until the car seat weight limit tells you that you have to be forward-facing. You read all that? Impressive.
The damage was...interesting. She drove a 2003 Ford Focus. I drive a 2008 Mazda3. Her whole front end was crushed in. Her car was obviously totaled. So when I got out of my car and saw that damage, I thought that my damage would be equally as bad. My bumper was dented in. That's it. Seriously.
We are so so lucky. Everyone is safe and there is only property damage. I've been MIA because although it wasn't my fault, there is a whole lot of paperwork and running around and calling insurance companies and rental cars....and so much more. Hopefully it will all settle down soon...
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Thankful Thursday
My son is an extremely healthy and happy child, despite the day care cold he just picked up. Again, I have a healthy and happy child.
As if that wasn't enough (which it kind of is), I have a loving husband who is an incredible father to my happy and healthy child. He may do things that drive me crazy, but it's important to take some time (ahem, now) to reflect and remember how lucky I am to have him in my life.
Pumpkin Spice Lattes. 'Nough said.
The very small extended family that I have is very supportive and loving. They may be mostly made up of relatives from marriage, but they're mine and they're awesome.
I have a place to call home. As I went through training to be a volunteer at Project Homeless Connect, they said something that hit close to home. Most of the people there will be almost homeless. Usually, something terrible has happened (job loss, illness, accident, etc) and they didn't have savings and they are close to losing everything. This could be most of us. We don't have enough savings to float us if we both lost our jobs or one of us became terribly ill or injured. If that's not a smack to the back of the head to remind you to be thankful, I don't know what is.
The new TV shows this season rock my socks off. The Ringer, American Horror Story, Up All Night, Suburgatory....the list goes one. Not to mention all of the returning champs, Modern Family, Glee, The Office, Raising Hope, Happy Endings....this list goes on as well. No wonder I haven't been blogging....
As if that wasn't enough (which it kind of is), I have a loving husband who is an incredible father to my happy and healthy child. He may do things that drive me crazy, but it's important to take some time (ahem, now) to reflect and remember how lucky I am to have him in my life.
The very small extended family that I have is very supportive and loving. They may be mostly made up of relatives from marriage, but they're mine and they're awesome.
I have a place to call home. As I went through training to be a volunteer at Project Homeless Connect, they said something that hit close to home. Most of the people there will be almost homeless. Usually, something terrible has happened (job loss, illness, accident, etc) and they didn't have savings and they are close to losing everything. This could be most of us. We don't have enough savings to float us if we both lost our jobs or one of us became terribly ill or injured. If that's not a smack to the back of the head to remind you to be thankful, I don't know what is.
The new TV shows this season rock my socks off. The Ringer, American Horror Story, Up All Night, Suburgatory....the list goes one. Not to mention all of the returning champs, Modern Family, Glee, The Office, Raising Hope, Happy Endings....this list goes on as well. No wonder I haven't been blogging....
Monday, September 26, 2011
It's Like Coming Home
It's been a long summer. Full of Netflix and reruns. I've been so sad and lonely without all of my usual primetime friends....
But now they're back! It's like seeing all of your friends on the first day of school. You catch up on everything that's happened over the summer and get back into the swing of things!
Ahhhh....feels so good to have you all back. You've been missed. Truly.
But now they're back! It's like seeing all of your friends on the first day of school. You catch up on everything that's happened over the summer and get back into the swing of things!
Ahhhh....feels so good to have you all back. You've been missed. Truly.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Mirena, How I Love Thee...
Let me count the ways.
1. I don't ever have to think about birth control. This is crucial because like the women on the commercial, sometimes I can't even remember if I've showered or brushed my teeth. The last thing I need is to forget a pill/patch/ring/shot and end up in a family way right now. It's one less thing to think about and everyone needs one less thing to think about.
2. A 46 day cycle. I know, you hate me. But you too can have the world's longest cycle! Ready for the real cherry on top? When the lady comes to visit, she just spots for a few days and then goes on her way. It's something I've dreamed about since I was 13 and now it's reality! Squeee!
3. We can't make an impulse decision to get pregnant again. I can't just stop taking a pill and BOOM! Nope, it has to be a well thought out process that involves creating an appointment and seeing the OB/GYN. I'm not doing all that unless I'm real serious. I haven't seen the optometrist in over a year and I have vision insurance if that gives you an idea of how bad I am at going to the doctor. And they're open on the weekend. I need something to control my impulses. See previous post.
Okay, that's only 3. But those are three damn good reasons. Thank you to the maker of Mirena. I puffy heart you forever and ever and ever!
1. I don't ever have to think about birth control. This is crucial because like the women on the commercial, sometimes I can't even remember if I've showered or brushed my teeth. The last thing I need is to forget a pill/patch/ring/shot and end up in a family way right now. It's one less thing to think about and everyone needs one less thing to think about.
2. A 46 day cycle. I know, you hate me. But you too can have the world's longest cycle! Ready for the real cherry on top? When the lady comes to visit, she just spots for a few days and then goes on her way. It's something I've dreamed about since I was 13 and now it's reality! Squeee!
3. We can't make an impulse decision to get pregnant again. I can't just stop taking a pill and BOOM! Nope, it has to be a well thought out process that involves creating an appointment and seeing the OB/GYN. I'm not doing all that unless I'm real serious. I haven't seen the optometrist in over a year and I have vision insurance if that gives you an idea of how bad I am at going to the doctor. And they're open on the weekend. I need something to control my impulses. See previous post.
Okay, that's only 3. But those are three damn good reasons. Thank you to the maker of Mirena. I puffy heart you forever and ever and ever!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
A Letter to My Uterus
STFU. Seriously, S...T...F....U!!!!!I know you so terribly want to be productive, but your services aren't necessary at the moment.
Yes, you did a wonderful job incubating sweet baby G. Don't underestimate my appreciation for that amazing feat. You rocked that out. However, I don't need another sweet little one at the moment.
I know everyone around me is getting pregnant and that makes you feel left out and lonely. I'm sorry you're feeling that way. Your time to shine will come soon, I promise.
Just please stop telling my brain to up and do something crazy like get knocked up. It's just not time. Thanks for understanding.
Me
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Tao of Yo Gabba Gabba
After an extrutiatingly impossible day at work, I just wasn't up to being super mom. Ever had one of those day? I have more than I'd like.
So I'm feeding Gavin on my lap in front of the TV (-2 Mommy points) with Yo Gabba Gabba on. I was trying to keep my brave/happy momma face on when I really wanted to crawl under the bed for a few days and hide out. Then I heard the following lyrics:
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
But it's ok
You try again
Winning, that is so fun
Losing, can be no fun
Crying when it's all done
Hold your head up
You hold your head up high 'cause
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
But it's ok
You try again
So I'm feeding Gavin on my lap in front of the TV (-2 Mommy points) with Yo Gabba Gabba on. I was trying to keep my brave/happy momma face on when I really wanted to crawl under the bed for a few days and hide out. Then I heard the following lyrics:
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
But it's ok
You try again
Winning, that is so fun
Losing, can be no fun
Crying when it's all done
Hold your head up
You hold your head up high 'cause
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
But it's ok
You try again
And it hit me that a damn kids show was teaching me a lesson. I like Gavin watching it because it teaches him good lessons. Never once thought it would teach me a lesson. Well, except for "Don't Say Mean Things to Friends"....Apparently, it's not nice.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Kicking the Habit
I dreaded it. I spent 3 months worrying and about the moment I would have to do it. How would he react? Would it throw off his temperament and completely wreak havoc on his sleep schedule that we had spent so much time getting just right? Would we have to start over? These thoughts kept me up all night. For months.
What is this terrible thing? Taking away his bottle.
We had done a bad thing and gotten into the habit of giving him his bottle in his crib and letting him put himself to sleep. I know, go ahead and throw some terrible parent points this way. So with this awesome little routine, you can see how I would be dreading messing a bad thing, right?
So we phased out the bottle. Cups during the day but still bottles at night, just not in the crib. We would sit up with him and give him his bottle at night with the light on so that he had to figure out putting himself down without a bottle with him. It only took a few nights and it wasn't as brutal as the original sleep training. Sweet. Now for the big one, no bottles AT ALL.
I was cautious and trying my very best to appear non-chalant as I handed him a sippy cup full of milk (that's right, no more magic powder!) with his dinner. He gulped it down (predictably). So there he is, full belly and sleepy. I conduct the rest of the bed time routine. Bath, lotion, PJs, book. Then I hold my breath as I put him down. He cries AT me, of course. I walk out and hunker down, expecting a very long night. So imagine my surprise when before I can finish loading the dishwasher, there is sweet sweet silence. Huh? That wasn't supposed to happen. But I'll take it!
So surely this couldn't happen 2 nights in a row, right? That was a total fluke! Same scene the next night. Put him down and five minutes later...silence! It wasn't a fluke! IT WASN'T A FLUKE!!!!
What does a mother do at this point you ask? Pack up every bottle and put in the cabinet I can only reach with a step stool, because I'm not pulling out those puppies for quite some time.
Now where's my wine?
What is this terrible thing? Taking away his bottle.
We had done a bad thing and gotten into the habit of giving him his bottle in his crib and letting him put himself to sleep. I know, go ahead and throw some terrible parent points this way. So with this awesome little routine, you can see how I would be dreading messing a bad thing, right?
So we phased out the bottle. Cups during the day but still bottles at night, just not in the crib. We would sit up with him and give him his bottle at night with the light on so that he had to figure out putting himself down without a bottle with him. It only took a few nights and it wasn't as brutal as the original sleep training. Sweet. Now for the big one, no bottles AT ALL.
I was cautious and trying my very best to appear non-chalant as I handed him a sippy cup full of milk (that's right, no more magic powder!) with his dinner. He gulped it down (predictably). So there he is, full belly and sleepy. I conduct the rest of the bed time routine. Bath, lotion, PJs, book. Then I hold my breath as I put him down. He cries AT me, of course. I walk out and hunker down, expecting a very long night. So imagine my surprise when before I can finish loading the dishwasher, there is sweet sweet silence. Huh? That wasn't supposed to happen. But I'll take it!
So surely this couldn't happen 2 nights in a row, right? That was a total fluke! Same scene the next night. Put him down and five minutes later...silence! It wasn't a fluke! IT WASN'T A FLUKE!!!!
What does a mother do at this point you ask? Pack up every bottle and put in the cabinet I can only reach with a step stool, because I'm not pulling out those puppies for quite some time.
Now where's my wine?
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Gavin's Birthday
I have a history of crawling into a shell of denial when I get scared of something. For example, when I was going off to college and was (secretly) scared out of my mind, I didn't end up packing until midnight the night before. That's right. I packed everything in the middle of the night. In some weird area of my mind, I figured that if I didn't pack, it wouldn't really happen. Of course it did and I was left unprepared and frazzled instead of prepared and frazzled.
Well, history has repeated itself over and over since then with Gavin's first birthday being the most recent example. While all of the other mommys were sending out invitations and planning, I was twiddling my thumbs. Why? Because my baby boy couldn't possibly be turning one already. Nope. Not happening. So why plan a party for something that isn't happening, right? Wrong. He turned one. It happened. You know what else happened? The day before the "big day" I went into the dollar store in a panic trying to buy up a few party supplies to spruce up the apartment so that I felt like a little bit less of a failure.
We ended up having a few presents (a beach ball, snacks, matchbox cars, etc) a cake and some balloons. Enough to get pictures and feel like something happened. So why did I feel like the worst mother on the planet?
There are some pros to having a quiet celebration of just us and my mom and step-dad. He's going to have many many birthday parties that will demand a lot of time and money. At this point, the party is for the adults and if this adult didn't want it, well, that's enough of a reason not to have one. Right? We went to a birthday party for a little boy that was born the same day that Gavin was and it was....perfect. Not too big, not too much fanfare and it was age appropriate. His mom and dad did a great job and we all enjoyed ourselves. I just don't feel it is something that I need to do or something that our family even wants. Oh and the above mentioned denial.
To summarize, denial + lack of desire = no big party. So what's with the mommy guilt? Gah, mommy guilt is eeevvvvillll!
Well, history has repeated itself over and over since then with Gavin's first birthday being the most recent example. While all of the other mommys were sending out invitations and planning, I was twiddling my thumbs. Why? Because my baby boy couldn't possibly be turning one already. Nope. Not happening. So why plan a party for something that isn't happening, right? Wrong. He turned one. It happened. You know what else happened? The day before the "big day" I went into the dollar store in a panic trying to buy up a few party supplies to spruce up the apartment so that I felt like a little bit less of a failure.
There are some pros to having a quiet celebration of just us and my mom and step-dad. He's going to have many many birthday parties that will demand a lot of time and money. At this point, the party is for the adults and if this adult didn't want it, well, that's enough of a reason not to have one. Right? We went to a birthday party for a little boy that was born the same day that Gavin was and it was....perfect. Not too big, not too much fanfare and it was age appropriate. His mom and dad did a great job and we all enjoyed ourselves. I just don't feel it is something that I need to do or something that our family even wants. Oh and the above mentioned denial.
To summarize, denial + lack of desire = no big party. So what's with the mommy guilt? Gah, mommy guilt is eeevvvvillll!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Back on the Wagon!
I've missed blogging oh so much the past few months! I stopped because I barely had enough energy for my family and I didn't want to favor a blog over them. Once I figured more time in my schedule, I wasn't sure how to jump back in. Should I start a new blog? Should I come up with a big dramatic story to explain my absence? What do I say? How do I start again?
Like this......I'M BACK!
Like this......I'M BACK!
Monday, April 4, 2011
This Is What A Perfect Saturday Looks Like
This past Saturday my little family of 3 met up with Jenny from Sweet and Sunny Images on UNC's campus. I was super excited because I LOVE photography and just from looking at her portfolio, I knew she was oozing with talent. I'm serious. No need to kiss her butt, she already rocked the session out! Anyway, here I am walking with Gavin in my arms, Robert parking the car and I'm so nervous. No clue why. The second I met her, I felt at ease. Gavin of course always feels at ease. He broke out his smile before she could point her camera! We had a ball wandering all over campus for the afternoon. Gavin was such a trooper! I even pulled a bad mommy move by letting him sit alone on stone for a little too long and he toppled right over and banged his head on the stone. I know the wedding that was happening about 50 ft away really appreciated that. Luckily, his daddy had some food handy and the second he saw food, he was all "FOOD!!!!! Who cares about the bump on my head!!!".
So Sunday rolls around and I'm thinking how awesome it would be if she posted a picture or two as a sneak peek. She goes ahead and BLOWS MY MIND by posting a huge sneak peek of a ton of incredible pictures from our session. Seriously, Robert and I did a little happy dance! And this is just a few pics from the preview, ya'll! She hasn't even posted everything yet! Anyway, I'll stop yammering and post a few of my favorites. I'm sure I'll be posting a bunch more when she finishes all her editing. If you like what you see and want to see more, check out her blog!
So Sunday rolls around and I'm thinking how awesome it would be if she posted a picture or two as a sneak peek. She goes ahead and BLOWS MY MIND by posting a huge sneak peek of a ton of incredible pictures from our session. Seriously, Robert and I did a little happy dance! And this is just a few pics from the preview, ya'll! She hasn't even posted everything yet! Anyway, I'll stop yammering and post a few of my favorites. I'm sure I'll be posting a bunch more when she finishes all her editing. If you like what you see and want to see more, check out her blog!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Quick Thought
When life gets you down, remember this:
Everyone has their "thing". That want, that hate, that regret. I just can't believe that there is anyone that feels everything is 100% perfect. Even if it's that you're lusting after a new camera, a nicer kitchen or better family relations with someone. Everyone needs that feeling to feel alive, in my opinion. If not, then what lights your fire to do better?
If you don't have a single want or if you aren't wishing for SOMETHING that you don't have, then kindly take two steps back so that I don't claw your eyes out. :-)
Everyone has their "thing". That want, that hate, that regret. I just can't believe that there is anyone that feels everything is 100% perfect. Even if it's that you're lusting after a new camera, a nicer kitchen or better family relations with someone. Everyone needs that feeling to feel alive, in my opinion. If not, then what lights your fire to do better?
If you don't have a single want or if you aren't wishing for SOMETHING that you don't have, then kindly take two steps back so that I don't claw your eyes out. :-)
Sunday, March 27, 2011
I Refuse
Things that I refuse to apologize for:
- Having a drink or three after a particulary heinous day.
- Telling a white lie to get out of something that I know will make me miserable.
- Cheating on my points every once in a while.
- Letting Gavin sleep in my arms a little bit longer than necessary.
- Admiting I need my mom when things seem like they'll never get better.
- Needing one more cup of coffee to get my brain going.
- Popping a pill to avoid going over the edge.
- Being myself, flaws included.
- Neglecting a fledgling blog because life has handed me a real shitty hand lately.
- Having a drink or three after a particulary heinous day.
- Telling a white lie to get out of something that I know will make me miserable.
- Cheating on my points every once in a while.
- Letting Gavin sleep in my arms a little bit longer than necessary.
- Admiting I need my mom when things seem like they'll never get better.
- Needing one more cup of coffee to get my brain going.
- Popping a pill to avoid going over the edge.
- Being myself, flaws included.
- Neglecting a fledgling blog because life has handed me a real shitty hand lately.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Mommy Guilt
It's getting out of control folks! What is it about being a mom that makes me feel guilty for every single thing that I do that doesn't involve the little guy?
Every morning when I drop him off at daycare? Guilt (even though he cracks a big smile when we walk inside)
Every time the hubs puts him to sleep instead of me because I'm just too exhausted? Guilt
Every time I'm not doing something that directly benefits him (ahem, blogging when he's awake)? Guilt
Taking a sick day for myself? HUGE guilt.
Today is that sick day. I left work early yesterday because I've been in huge amounts of pain on and off for almost a week. I decided that enough was enough and I was going to the doctor. No surprise here, I have a kidney/bladder infection. I had been so busy that I didn't take the two seconds to put all the pieces together. "So that's why I've been so tired. My body has been trying to fight off a nasty infection. DUH!"
The doctor tells me to take today off work and recover. I think to myself that there's no way I could take another sick day. I need to save those days for when Gavin is sick. What kind of mother would take a sick day away from her son? Then I wake up this morning and I'm still in pain.
So there I am, stuck between my conscious and my body. After talking to the hubs, I decided to stay at home. I'm trying so hard not to feel guilty about the fact that I need a day to get back on my feet and let the antibiotics do their job. However, I just can't shake the "what-if"s. What if he gets sick later this year and I don't have any days left? What if I get sicker and need a day more than I need it today? SO UNPRODUCTIVE!!!!
What's you mommy guilt du jour?
Every morning when I drop him off at daycare? Guilt (even though he cracks a big smile when we walk inside)
Every time the hubs puts him to sleep instead of me because I'm just too exhausted? Guilt
Every time I'm not doing something that directly benefits him (ahem, blogging when he's awake)? Guilt
Taking a sick day for myself? HUGE guilt.
Today is that sick day. I left work early yesterday because I've been in huge amounts of pain on and off for almost a week. I decided that enough was enough and I was going to the doctor. No surprise here, I have a kidney/bladder infection. I had been so busy that I didn't take the two seconds to put all the pieces together. "So that's why I've been so tired. My body has been trying to fight off a nasty infection. DUH!"
The doctor tells me to take today off work and recover. I think to myself that there's no way I could take another sick day. I need to save those days for when Gavin is sick. What kind of mother would take a sick day away from her son? Then I wake up this morning and I'm still in pain.
So there I am, stuck between my conscious and my body. After talking to the hubs, I decided to stay at home. I'm trying so hard not to feel guilty about the fact that I need a day to get back on my feet and let the antibiotics do their job. However, I just can't shake the "what-if"s. What if he gets sick later this year and I don't have any days left? What if I get sicker and need a day more than I need it today? SO UNPRODUCTIVE!!!!
What's you mommy guilt du jour?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
It (unfortunantley) Isn't Magic
There are so many obvious things in life that we choose to ignore:
- If you jam on your accelerator everytime the light turns green, you're gonna spend more money at the pump.
- If you tell everyone at work you hate your job and have a bad attitude, you're not gonna get a raise and you sure as shit aren't gonna get promoted.
- If you don't nurture your relationships, they're going to falter.
-And the big one...if you eat whatever you want and don't work out, your scale and skinny jeans will let you know about it.
You can try every diet on the planet, but it all boils down to eating right and getting active. Weight Watchers WORKS. It works because it forces you to make healthy food choices and watch your portions. I speak for myself when I say that just because it's common sense doesn't mean it's easy. It's not easy, but it is simple. Hear that? Easy does not equal simple, or vice versa. It's work. It's making concious decisions and planning ahead instead of just raiding the pantry when you're bored/sad/hear the slightest grumble in your tummy, you pick your reason.
I'm saying all this to say that the past few weeks, I haven't cared enough. I have such a limited amount of energy and I am choosing not to spend that energy on weight loss. This is by no means a forever thing, just at this time. I'm also taking responsibility for that. Which means no bitching about the scale or how I look in the mirror. It's cause and effect folks. When you stuff your face with doughnuts, you can't complain about how you look. Just doesn't work that way. It's like failing to vote for years and then complaining about your government. Or not, that's another pet peeve of mine for another day.
- If you jam on your accelerator everytime the light turns green, you're gonna spend more money at the pump.
- If you tell everyone at work you hate your job and have a bad attitude, you're not gonna get a raise and you sure as shit aren't gonna get promoted.
- If you don't nurture your relationships, they're going to falter.
-And the big one...if you eat whatever you want and don't work out, your scale and skinny jeans will let you know about it.
You can try every diet on the planet, but it all boils down to eating right and getting active. Weight Watchers WORKS. It works because it forces you to make healthy food choices and watch your portions. I speak for myself when I say that just because it's common sense doesn't mean it's easy. It's not easy, but it is simple. Hear that? Easy does not equal simple, or vice versa. It's work. It's making concious decisions and planning ahead instead of just raiding the pantry when you're bored/sad/hear the slightest grumble in your tummy, you pick your reason.
I'm saying all this to say that the past few weeks, I haven't cared enough. I have such a limited amount of energy and I am choosing not to spend that energy on weight loss. This is by no means a forever thing, just at this time. I'm also taking responsibility for that. Which means no bitching about the scale or how I look in the mirror. It's cause and effect folks. When you stuff your face with doughnuts, you can't complain about how you look. Just doesn't work that way. It's like failing to vote for years and then complaining about your government. Or not, that's another pet peeve of mine for another day.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Thankful Thursday
With all the craziness going on at the moment, it's time to stop and be thankful for everything that I have instead of wishing for everything I don't have. So, here goes:
1. My beautiful and healthy family. I love my 2 boys more than anything in the world. Oh, and the mutt too.
2. I have a roof over my head, even if I don't own it.
3. Reliable transportation. It may not be the best car, but it's mine. The car, I do own.
4. Robert and I both have great jobs that we love 90% of the time. It doesn't hurt that they pay above the average too.
5. Health insurance. So easy to forget when you do have it, but impossible to forget when you don't.
It may not be a mansion and a sparkling pool and retirement at 40, but it's my life and I'm happy. That's what I have to keep telling myself, right?
1. My beautiful and healthy family. I love my 2 boys more than anything in the world. Oh, and the mutt too.
2. I have a roof over my head, even if I don't own it.
3. Reliable transportation. It may not be the best car, but it's mine. The car, I do own.
4. Robert and I both have great jobs that we love 90% of the time. It doesn't hurt that they pay above the average too.
5. Health insurance. So easy to forget when you do have it, but impossible to forget when you don't.
It may not be a mansion and a sparkling pool and retirement at 40, but it's my life and I'm happy. That's what I have to keep telling myself, right?
Friday, February 18, 2011
Poop in The Tub
I knew it was bound to happen eventually. Naked baby + warm water = poop. However, after five months without a single incident. I was starting to get cocky. Maybe my kid just doesn't feel "moved" by warm water.
I was wrong. *gasp*
Typical night, just finished rinsing him off and then the farting starts. At first it's cute. Then his face starts to screw up. Ummm, that's not so cute. So I yell for the hubs to come in and help me take him out of the tub (at 19.8 lbs, I let him do the heavy lifting. Otherwise, I'd probably drop the guy). As I'm yelling, it starts....and it goes and goes and goes...
My husband comes running in, "Oh my god! What do we do?"
Me, "I have no idea"
So there we sit with our jaws open while our son sits in a tub of water with poop.
Me, "So I guess I'll take him out and you clean up the tub"
As I'm cleaning Gavin up, I hear the handheld showerhead going.
Me, "Robert what are you doing?"
Robert, "I'm disinegrating the poop so it'll go down the drain"
I go in there and he is attempting to spray the poop down the shower drain using the force of the handheld shower head.
Seriously folks. Seriously.
I was wrong. *gasp*
Typical night, just finished rinsing him off and then the farting starts. At first it's cute. Then his face starts to screw up. Ummm, that's not so cute. So I yell for the hubs to come in and help me take him out of the tub (at 19.8 lbs, I let him do the heavy lifting. Otherwise, I'd probably drop the guy). As I'm yelling, it starts....and it goes and goes and goes...
My husband comes running in, "Oh my god! What do we do?"
Me, "I have no idea"
So there we sit with our jaws open while our son sits in a tub of water with poop.
Me, "So I guess I'll take him out and you clean up the tub"
As I'm cleaning Gavin up, I hear the handheld showerhead going.
Me, "Robert what are you doing?"
Robert, "I'm disinegrating the poop so it'll go down the drain"
I go in there and he is attempting to spray the poop down the shower drain using the force of the handheld shower head.
Seriously folks. Seriously.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
It's Way Too Pretty Outside
Gavin's caretaker is still dealing with some health issues and I had the feeling she would be closed today, so I took a vacation day just in case. Well, here we are and she feels great and I am way too tempted by the fact that I have a vacation day on the books today to go into work. So, I am taking my first ever vacation day that doesn't involve some type of responsibility. That's right, in my 25 years, I have never taken a paid vacation day and actually relaxed. This is gonna be nice...
Monday, February 14, 2011
My Scale Thinks It's Funny (It's not)
If my scale were a person, I probably would have punched it in the nose this morning. Why? Becuase it lied to me and got my hopes up. First time I step on the scale, I get a nice number that makes it seem as though all the Pedro Goes to Italy Pizza didn't wreck my diet (oh, and that chili and all those valentine candies and....you get the point). SO I go about my morning routine and I forget what that very last number is before I get a chance to put my weight into the weight tracker, so I step on the scale and see an ugly number. A number that shows all those little tiny slips (AKA POINTS Emily....POINTS....you have to count those!) added up to pounds. So I shake my head and say it must have been mistaken. I couldn't have gained 2 pounds in mere minutes. I step on the scale again and guess what? Yup, still the ugly number. *sigh* I have been sitting on a plateu and getting really lazy about counting because I've been getting away with not counting and I haven't seen it on the scale. Well that laziness has caught up with me and here I am, a pound and a half heavier. Not the end of the world, but it is the kick in the ass that I need to start being serious about losing more, because I haven't met that beautiful goal number that I am a mere 5 pounds away from. It's easy to be tempted to slack off now because my clothes are starting to fit and all, but if I do I won't be able to proudly say that I set a goal and I reached it, which I have to do. Not witty or funny, but true.
P.S. This is part of a linky party with The Heir To Blair. Check out her sincere pledge to herself on this Valentine's Day that pretty much sums it up for a lot of us.
P.S. This is part of a linky party with The Heir To Blair. Check out her sincere pledge to herself on this Valentine's Day that pretty much sums it up for a lot of us.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
That Magical Time
I think that every parent and child has a magical time that is just "theirs". Gavin and I's magical time is bath time. We have our perfect little bed time routine so that by the time I lay him down on our bed to get him ready for his bath, he knows exactly what's coming next. He giggles and has a HUGE grin on his face the whole time because he's as excited as I am for what's coming next. When he's in the bath we both laugh and I sing silly songs. Songs so silly that I threaten my husband should he ever tell anyone the lyrics. In the moment that we're finishing up our special little time I always have the exact same thought come into my head, "I can't wait to have another baby". I tell myself that's crazy. Gavin is only 5 months old, but every fiber of my being is screaming and yearning for another one. Then I have to get him into his pajamas, at which time he fusses predictably because our special and magical time is ending for the evening. As those fusses turn into yells, that urge to procreate gets shattered and I come back down to reality. This whole scene happens every night like clockwork.
Anyone else have something like this with their baby?
Anyone else have something like this with their baby?
Monday, February 7, 2011
Pedro Goes to Italy Pizza (and it only goes to your thighs a lil bit)
In honor of The Heir To Blair's McFatty Monday awesomeness and because for the first time in 4 months I forgot to step on the scale on a Monday morning, I decided to post a recipe.
I threw this creation together this week and my husband is in LOVE with it and so am I. One of those once a year miracles that I just happened to have all this stuff in my kitchen and it actually tastes good and isn't completely awful for me. So, without further ado....Pedro Goes To Italy Pizza
Ready-made pizza crust
2 cups fat-free mozarella cheese, shredded
2 tsp olive oil
1 chorizo sausage
1 tomato, sliced
1/2 cup chopped cilantro, fresh
Preheat oven to 450. Cook chorizo sausage in sautee pan. Drain grease off sausage. Place sausage on papertowels to pull additional grease off. Set aside. Coat entire crust, including rim in olive oil. Place cheese on crust. layer with sliced tomatos, cilantro and chorizo. Adjust temperature to 425 right before placing pizza in oven. Cook 8-10 minutes or until golden brown. Slice into 8 pieces.
For my WW friends, this is 6 points a slice. Not great, but really not a full out face stuffing points orgy either and you won't feel like you're eating "diet food". The hubs loves it because it's got the sausage that adds a little kick. He requests chopped up jalapenos on his half of the pizza, which doesn't add any points if that's your thang.
P.S. I'm in LURVE with that apron you see. It was obnoxiously expensive but since I had a gift card I thought I'd treat myself to a white apron that cost an arm and a leg. My husband thinks it has special powers because I've been cooking a whole lot more lately just so that I have an excuse to wear it.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Remember That Bridge We Talked About? Well...
....here it is!!!
Before I put Gavin in daycare, I was full of the "what ifs" and to every single one, my mom and husband would respond with "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it". All my anxious moms out there will second me when I say that that is the last thing you want to hear when you're facing a hypothetical disaster!! So what if it's hypothetical? It's still a disaster I tell you! Well, all I can see is bridges. Examples include:
Bridge #1: Gavin gets his first cold because another kid at daycare was sick. He starts hacking and sniffling on Wednesday and I was so proud of myself when I stayed calm and continued going to work because there was no fever involved. I was so zen and cool. Super impressed. Maybe my mom was right. A little cold is no big deal. It won't be as bad as I imagined. Easy peasy bridge to cross.
Bridge #2: Friday morning as we're getting ready for daycare, I get a phone call from the woman who watches him. She is sick and daycare is closed. Well there's a huge fear come to life. I barely have enough sick days to begin with. I can't afford to start using them, but what choice do I have? I guess it's a sick day for me and Gavin. A little nervous that this will be a trend, but trying to keep a positive attitude. Still in the process of crossing this bridge.
Bridge #3: My husband has had terrible asthma since the day he was born, so it's always been a concern of ours that Gavin would inherit this. Halfway through our sick day I start to hear a wheeze. Oh shit. I call the pediatrician's office and they tell me we can come in that afternoon. The doctor hears a wheeze too and because of our family history, Gavin gets breathing treatments and steroids. Sitting in the doctor's office, I'm trying to put the brave and strong mommy face on, but it's next to impossible. All I can think of is the possible chronic disease that Gavin may have. Then my mind goes to all sorts of negative places that they have no business being; dark and seedy places that have a back alley entrance. The doctor tries to reassure me that he doesn't have asthma until there are 3 episodes of this. Until then, it's just wheezing. I give him his first treatment and take home our brand spanking new nebulizer (which is a post for later. I'll just say it includes a fish named Bubbles). That's a shaky and unstable bridge I just sprinted across as to not think about the fact that I was crossing a bridge.
Bridge #4: You thought it was over, didn't you? Nope, it gets even better. Yesterday, the breathing treatments are only working for a couple hours and giving my kid breathing treatments every 2 hours just isn't an option for me. So I call the nurse line and tell them what's going on. Turns out he's breathing faster than they're comfortable with and based on his age and family history, this warrants a trip to the ER. Yep, his first trip to the ER. Every mom's nightmare. So we pack in the car and go to the ER where they tell us he has a fever. Now this a testament to my rock star kid because he wasn't acting uncomfortable or upset or lethargic AT ALL. Rock star. Just saying. Anyway, they see that he is working a little harder than he should to breathe and that his O2 levels are a little low, but he's right on the cusp of doing anything about it. They monitor him for a few hours and decide not to admit him and let him fight it off at home. Side note: I find out my employer has neglected to deposit those HSA funds they promised so the copay comes out of our pocket, for now. Really not what I wanted to find out on my way out of the ER with my baby that's having trouble breathing. I'm pretty sure I could have spit fire at that point. So, bridge crossed. It sucked, but we made it.
Bridge# 5: You're still reading? Good for you! This one is short and more of a "Surprise!" than a bridge. While we were in the ER, Gavin's caretaker called us. I call her back this morning and she wanted us to know that half the kids in day care have been diagnosed with RSV. Well if that's not the cherry on top, I don't know what is...
How about this for a bumper sticker?:
Motherhood is just crossing a shit ton of scary ass bridges
Before I put Gavin in daycare, I was full of the "what ifs" and to every single one, my mom and husband would respond with "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it". All my anxious moms out there will second me when I say that that is the last thing you want to hear when you're facing a hypothetical disaster!! So what if it's hypothetical? It's still a disaster I tell you! Well, all I can see is bridges. Examples include:
Bridge #1: Gavin gets his first cold because another kid at daycare was sick. He starts hacking and sniffling on Wednesday and I was so proud of myself when I stayed calm and continued going to work because there was no fever involved. I was so zen and cool. Super impressed. Maybe my mom was right. A little cold is no big deal. It won't be as bad as I imagined. Easy peasy bridge to cross.
Bridge #2: Friday morning as we're getting ready for daycare, I get a phone call from the woman who watches him. She is sick and daycare is closed. Well there's a huge fear come to life. I barely have enough sick days to begin with. I can't afford to start using them, but what choice do I have? I guess it's a sick day for me and Gavin. A little nervous that this will be a trend, but trying to keep a positive attitude. Still in the process of crossing this bridge.
Bridge #3: My husband has had terrible asthma since the day he was born, so it's always been a concern of ours that Gavin would inherit this. Halfway through our sick day I start to hear a wheeze. Oh shit. I call the pediatrician's office and they tell me we can come in that afternoon. The doctor hears a wheeze too and because of our family history, Gavin gets breathing treatments and steroids. Sitting in the doctor's office, I'm trying to put the brave and strong mommy face on, but it's next to impossible. All I can think of is the possible chronic disease that Gavin may have. Then my mind goes to all sorts of negative places that they have no business being; dark and seedy places that have a back alley entrance. The doctor tries to reassure me that he doesn't have asthma until there are 3 episodes of this. Until then, it's just wheezing. I give him his first treatment and take home our brand spanking new nebulizer (which is a post for later. I'll just say it includes a fish named Bubbles). That's a shaky and unstable bridge I just sprinted across as to not think about the fact that I was crossing a bridge.
Bridge #4: You thought it was over, didn't you? Nope, it gets even better. Yesterday, the breathing treatments are only working for a couple hours and giving my kid breathing treatments every 2 hours just isn't an option for me. So I call the nurse line and tell them what's going on. Turns out he's breathing faster than they're comfortable with and based on his age and family history, this warrants a trip to the ER. Yep, his first trip to the ER. Every mom's nightmare. So we pack in the car and go to the ER where they tell us he has a fever. Now this a testament to my rock star kid because he wasn't acting uncomfortable or upset or lethargic AT ALL. Rock star. Just saying. Anyway, they see that he is working a little harder than he should to breathe and that his O2 levels are a little low, but he's right on the cusp of doing anything about it. They monitor him for a few hours and decide not to admit him and let him fight it off at home. Side note: I find out my employer has neglected to deposit those HSA funds they promised so the copay comes out of our pocket, for now. Really not what I wanted to find out on my way out of the ER with my baby that's having trouble breathing. I'm pretty sure I could have spit fire at that point. So, bridge crossed. It sucked, but we made it.
Bridge# 5: You're still reading? Good for you! This one is short and more of a "Surprise!" than a bridge. While we were in the ER, Gavin's caretaker called us. I call her back this morning and she wanted us to know that half the kids in day care have been diagnosed with RSV. Well if that's not the cherry on top, I don't know what is...
How about this for a bumper sticker?:
Motherhood is just crossing a shit ton of scary ass bridges
Friday, February 4, 2011
The Time My Husband Almost Killed My Son
The first, but I'm sure not the last.
Gavin is enduring his first cold. Inevitable seeing as how he is in day care full time. So on Wednesday my husband, who has had breathing problems his whole life, starts freaking out because Gavin is developing a cough and a wheeze. He immediately rushes for the Tylenol. I explain to him (because I can see that he is in the parent freak out mode which means all common sense has gone out the window) Tylenol is for fevers and pains, not for chest congestion or cough. I also explain that there is nothing to give a 5 month old with a cough, he just has to work through it. He looks at me like he understands but doesn't like it. That's fine.
Fast forward to Wednesday evening. I am on my way home from my after work doctor's appointment and I call my mom:
Mom: "Don't freak out. Robert almost gave Gavin honey elixir"
Me: "HE WHAT?!?!"
Mom: "Don't freak out. He didn't give it to him, he just bought it and I called the house looking for you and I told him he couldn't give it to him. Don't freak out. He didn't give it to him."
Me: "I'M GONNA KILL HIM!!! WHAT WAS HE THINKING?!?"
....this continues for another few minutes.
When I get home I'm relatively calm, considering. I do the usual "how was your day" day and then I bring it up. "So what's this I hear about honey elixir?". He turns bright red and immediately starts blabbing out excuses and apologies. Wow, it sounds like my husband is terrified of me. He really isn't, at least I don't think he is.
Anyway, he starts reading off of the box aloud in an effort to prove how he could make such a simple mistake. I tell him not to bother because on the front of the box it clearly says that it is for children 12 months and older. He says not it also says it's all natural/non-medication. I ask him if he's read the back of the box. He says of course he did! He's expecting the token "do not use without consulting physician" like the Tylenol. Instead he says (out loud!) "Do not use in children younger than 12 months because of the risk of..... botulism....oh shit"
Ooops.
Gavin is enduring his first cold. Inevitable seeing as how he is in day care full time. So on Wednesday my husband, who has had breathing problems his whole life, starts freaking out because Gavin is developing a cough and a wheeze. He immediately rushes for the Tylenol. I explain to him (because I can see that he is in the parent freak out mode which means all common sense has gone out the window) Tylenol is for fevers and pains, not for chest congestion or cough. I also explain that there is nothing to give a 5 month old with a cough, he just has to work through it. He looks at me like he understands but doesn't like it. That's fine.
Fast forward to Wednesday evening. I am on my way home from my after work doctor's appointment and I call my mom:
Mom: "Don't freak out. Robert almost gave Gavin honey elixir"
Me: "HE WHAT?!?!"
Mom: "Don't freak out. He didn't give it to him, he just bought it and I called the house looking for you and I told him he couldn't give it to him. Don't freak out. He didn't give it to him."
Me: "I'M GONNA KILL HIM!!! WHAT WAS HE THINKING?!?"
....this continues for another few minutes.
When I get home I'm relatively calm, considering. I do the usual "how was your day" day and then I bring it up. "So what's this I hear about honey elixir?". He turns bright red and immediately starts blabbing out excuses and apologies. Wow, it sounds like my husband is terrified of me. He really isn't, at least I don't think he is.
Anyway, he starts reading off of the box aloud in an effort to prove how he could make such a simple mistake. I tell him not to bother because on the front of the box it clearly says that it is for children 12 months and older. He says not it also says it's all natural/non-medication. I ask him if he's read the back of the box. He says of course he did! He's expecting the token "do not use without consulting physician" like the Tylenol. Instead he says (out loud!) "Do not use in children younger than 12 months because of the risk of..... botulism....oh shit"
Ooops.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Random and (almost) Uncsensored Thoughts
I hope I get that promotion. So tired of waiting to find out. I feel like my stomach is gonna jump out of my throat every time my potential new boss walks by my desk. He doesn't even make eye contact when I see him. Must be a bad thing.
One day I'm really going to miss Gavin and I's morning routine. I just love when I come in the room because I hear him talking, not crying, and he's just talking to himself in his crib. Then when he realizes I'm there, he starts to kick his arms and legs as hard as he can and giggle and giggle and giggle. It makes me realize how lucky all of us are to have another day and I strive to be as excited about each morning as my son is. He is genuinely ECSTATIC to be starting a new day. Simply awesome.
Speaking of trying to be like my 4 month old, he's discovering his hands. He just watches his hands open and close over and over like it's the 8th wonder of the world that he's just discovered. I wish I still thought everything was that amazing. I guess I can, I just need to work at it.
I hate when I have a food crazing, and then I get it and after my craving is satisfied I realize how freaking expensive it was. Then I have buyer's remorse but I can't return it because it's in my belly. That sucks.
Holy crow, a girl I used to babysit is in college. I just realized it when she posted something about getting drunk on facebook today and it blew my mind.
Someone at work commented to me that if it were 10 years ago, my husband would be in jail seeing as how I would be 15 and he would be...well, older than that. Creepy thought. He could have been MY babysitter. Even creepier thought....Actually, I did have one really cute babysitter. Thanks for that one mom!!!
Gavin has monkey feet. He is always trying to do things with his feet. Is there a foot stage according to Freud?
I really want to see NKOTBSB in concert. Like really really!!!
Are you terrified by my strange thought process yet? And people wonder why I can't get anything done...
One day I'm really going to miss Gavin and I's morning routine. I just love when I come in the room because I hear him talking, not crying, and he's just talking to himself in his crib. Then when he realizes I'm there, he starts to kick his arms and legs as hard as he can and giggle and giggle and giggle. It makes me realize how lucky all of us are to have another day and I strive to be as excited about each morning as my son is. He is genuinely ECSTATIC to be starting a new day. Simply awesome.
Speaking of trying to be like my 4 month old, he's discovering his hands. He just watches his hands open and close over and over like it's the 8th wonder of the world that he's just discovered. I wish I still thought everything was that amazing. I guess I can, I just need to work at it.
I hate when I have a food crazing, and then I get it and after my craving is satisfied I realize how freaking expensive it was. Then I have buyer's remorse but I can't return it because it's in my belly. That sucks.
Holy crow, a girl I used to babysit is in college. I just realized it when she posted something about getting drunk on facebook today and it blew my mind.
Someone at work commented to me that if it were 10 years ago, my husband would be in jail seeing as how I would be 15 and he would be...well, older than that. Creepy thought. He could have been MY babysitter. Even creepier thought....Actually, I did have one really cute babysitter. Thanks for that one mom!!!
Gavin has monkey feet. He is always trying to do things with his feet. Is there a foot stage according to Freud?
I really want to see NKOTBSB in concert. Like really really!!!
Are you terrified by my strange thought process yet? And people wonder why I can't get anything done...
Monday, January 31, 2011
McFatty Monday
So I wanna be like Ms. Heir to Blair in many many ways. Today I will be like her in at least one way (yay!). I will post a McFatty Monday blurb.
I started Weight Watchers when the little one was 6 weeks old. I was 135 lbs. *Insert twisted up lemon face here*. Weight Watchers has been pretty awesome and I've paid really good attention to what I eat and have lost....10 LBS!!!
And now my body says it's done. Great.
My fabulous employer has come to my rescue by offering WW at work! So I can go to meetings AT WORK!!! Having a baby at home means it would have been almost impossible to go to meetings outside of work, so this is pretty amazing, but not as amazing as the price tag....$0!!! Yes, they are paying for it IN FULL! I guess they don't want any McFatties walking around the office!
So, our meetings are on Wednesdays which kinda messes me up becuase I've always weighed in Monday mornings and it keeps me honest all weekend. I'll continue to do my Monday weigh-ins and my meeting weigh-ins because at the work weigh-ins, you have to wear your shoes and clothes, which we all know adds like a bazillion pounds, so it's not really fair. I wish run-on sentences counted as activity points...*sigh*
In all seriousness though, having it at works makes me really accountable. There's no bringing in Taco Bell or packing total junk or eating just one more Munchkin off someone's desk...because your fellow WW folk are always watching...and they're not afraid to call me out....at all.
I started Weight Watchers when the little one was 6 weeks old. I was 135 lbs. *Insert twisted up lemon face here*. Weight Watchers has been pretty awesome and I've paid really good attention to what I eat and have lost....10 LBS!!!
And now my body says it's done. Great.
My fabulous employer has come to my rescue by offering WW at work! So I can go to meetings AT WORK!!! Having a baby at home means it would have been almost impossible to go to meetings outside of work, so this is pretty amazing, but not as amazing as the price tag....$0!!! Yes, they are paying for it IN FULL! I guess they don't want any McFatties walking around the office!
So, our meetings are on Wednesdays which kinda messes me up becuase I've always weighed in Monday mornings and it keeps me honest all weekend. I'll continue to do my Monday weigh-ins and my meeting weigh-ins because at the work weigh-ins, you have to wear your shoes and clothes, which we all know adds like a bazillion pounds, so it's not really fair. I wish run-on sentences counted as activity points...*sigh*
In all seriousness though, having it at works makes me really accountable. There's no bringing in Taco Bell or packing total junk or eating just one more Munchkin off someone's desk...because your fellow WW folk are always watching...and they're not afraid to call me out....at all.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
I have some free time
I am sitting at my computer while my lovely son is sitting in his high chair...pooping. Just waiting for him to get done so we can start our day. The joys of motherhood...
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Food in the eye is no biggie
My kid amazes me once again. As I'm feeding him this morning, he gets some bananas and oatmeal on the back of his hand from trying to eat his fist, which he does constantly. No biggie. Then he proceeds to slap him himself in the head with the back of his fist. And keeps on eating. Then I notice one of his eyes looks glued shut. The guy just smeared his breakfast into his eye. AND DIDN'T CARE! So I frantically start trying to wipe his eye thinking that at any second he's gonna start screaming his little head off. What does he do? Grab for more food. I can hear it now: "Don't worry about my eye mom, it's only scratching my cornea a little bit. Worry about keeping food on that spoon and headed in this direction".
Just had to share.
Just had to share.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
5 Months Old And....
...rolling over!!!
My "baby" is 5 months old today and just started to roll over on Friday. He had his occasional chance rolling overs that surprised us as much as they surprised him, most notably when he was 10 days old. However, this is the first time that he has been able to do it on a consistent basis and on purpose. Great, right?
Yeah, but....he can only roll over one way. What's the big deal you may ask? A little view into our house. I put him down on his back on his play mat to grab at all the pretty dangly things that he loves so much. He sees the dog and presumably think to himself, "I would like to grab that dog's fur and pull on it as hard as I can". So he throws his weight to roll over so that he can get closer to his personal torture puppet. When his victim realizes what's coming, he gets up and moves (sometimes. Sometimes he just takes it like masochist). Then the Lil man is left on his tummy with nothing to look at or play with, so he tries to roll back over and can't. And then all hell breaks loose. This happens every.five.minutes. (replacing the dog for other distractions).
So yes, it's very exciting that he has learned to roll over but this mama will be a whole lot happier when he figures out how to roll BACK over too.
My "baby" is 5 months old today and just started to roll over on Friday. He had his occasional chance rolling overs that surprised us as much as they surprised him, most notably when he was 10 days old. However, this is the first time that he has been able to do it on a consistent basis and on purpose. Great, right?
Yeah, but....he can only roll over one way. What's the big deal you may ask? A little view into our house. I put him down on his back on his play mat to grab at all the pretty dangly things that he loves so much. He sees the dog and presumably think to himself, "I would like to grab that dog's fur and pull on it as hard as I can". So he throws his weight to roll over so that he can get closer to his personal torture puppet. When his victim realizes what's coming, he gets up and moves (sometimes. Sometimes he just takes it like masochist). Then the Lil man is left on his tummy with nothing to look at or play with, so he tries to roll back over and can't. And then all hell breaks loose. This happens every.five.minutes. (replacing the dog for other distractions).
So yes, it's very exciting that he has learned to roll over but this mama will be a whole lot happier when he figures out how to roll BACK over too.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Eeekkk! It's a boob!
So I know that makes me terribly immature, but those were my first thoughts on seeing this picture:
So, breastfeeding is an amazing thing. It's what boobs are made for and it makes for a really healthy kid. I breastfed for a bit. However, when I breastfed, I felt it was an enormously intimate and sacred thing. It was a time for Gavin and I to bond. Sometimes the hubs was in on the bonding too, but other than that, it was pretty private because it was such a tender and beautiful thing. When I see that picture I feel like a voyeur seeing something that I most definitely should not be seeing. Miranda Kerr, I know you're a VS model and your job is to be half naked, but this is way more intimate than any bra and pantie set I've ever seen!
My opinion: Keep your intimate, special moments just that; intimate and special, not public!!
My opinion: Keep your intimate, special moments just that; intimate and special, not public!!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I Did Something Good!!!
As I was perusing my Facebook news feed (which I only do about every 10 minutes...no biggie) I came across this status:
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Monday, January 17, 2011
Daycare is Closed
Note: I love spending time with Gavin. I love being a mom. I miss him terribly while at work.
Great, now that that's out of the way, I can say this. I have the day off work and daycare is closed. Anyone else see the cruelty in this? Every paid holiday at work is also a paid holiday for daycare. Yes, they deserve paid holidays just as much as everyone else, but is it so much to ask for a day at home...alone?
I've also noticed that while at work, I dream about being a stay-at-home mom and how nice it would be to spend all my time watching Gavin grow. Then I get a stay-at-home mom day and I wonder about work and what's going on and oh, that would be a great project to work on and how in the world do I entertain a 4 month old. I don't know how to entertain a 4 month old?!? What kind of mother am I?!? I've been looking forward to this and I have it and now I don't like it.... and at this point my eyes start to cross and my hair starts looking like sex hair, but not sexy, at all.
Grass is always greener folks, always....
Great, now that that's out of the way, I can say this. I have the day off work and daycare is closed. Anyone else see the cruelty in this? Every paid holiday at work is also a paid holiday for daycare. Yes, they deserve paid holidays just as much as everyone else, but is it so much to ask for a day at home...alone?
I've also noticed that while at work, I dream about being a stay-at-home mom and how nice it would be to spend all my time watching Gavin grow. Then I get a stay-at-home mom day and I wonder about work and what's going on and oh, that would be a great project to work on and how in the world do I entertain a 4 month old. I don't know how to entertain a 4 month old?!? What kind of mother am I?!? I've been looking forward to this and I have it and now I don't like it.... and at this point my eyes start to cross and my hair starts looking like sex hair, but not sexy, at all.
Grass is always greener folks, always....
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