Wednesday, September 28, 2011

My first blogger meetup


Yesterday Lorelai and I ventured into Old Town Alexandria for my very first real-life-meeting-of-an-online-friend. Becky and her husband and super-cute little boy Ethan just moved to the area, and since I was wanting to go to Pink and Brown in Old Town to get Lorelai a backup hippo lovey so that I can wash her current one without hampering naptime, we decided to get lunch and check out the boutique.

But first, there was the obligatory wardrobe freakout:


And the "how do I greet her" freakout:


(I did not tell her about these tweets, and she is totally going to laugh at me when she reads this post.)

I ended up being late because I'm always late, and also because finding parking in Old Town is a pain. We had lunch and chatted and there were no awkward silences (one of my biggest fears in meeting new people, because I tend to ramble when there are silences, and I ramble enough when there AREN'T silences), and then we walked down to the boutique where they did NOT have another hippo, but they did have a frog by the same designer and she put it in her mouth so I bought it (she doesn't seem to mind that it's not the hippo, she slept with it last night and for her naps today with no problem).


The shop was super cute but the clothes were WAAAAY overpriced. I found a cute dress on the clearance rack that was $77. ON CLEARANCE. It was originally $142. I put it back.

I had a lot of fun. The kids didn't really know what to do with each other -- Lorelai kept trying to hold his hand and pulling on his shirt, and Ethan was all, "What are you doing? Why are you touching me?". Ethan is adorable, and Becky is just super sweet and we have a lot in common (cloth diapers, babies, blogs, theatre), and we plan to meet up again soon. Possibly for shopping, because mama needs a new wardrobe.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Pictures I promised.

I'm working on a post about my lunch date with Becky, but I wanted to share two pictures I promised to post.

First: the shopping cart cover I made for Lorelai (who was so fascinated by it that she wouldn't look at the camera). I put a pocket with a velcro flap on the inside for my wallet, keys, and phone (that's what she's playing with, she's recently decided that my wallet is a great thing to chew on) and a couple of toy loops on the front. There's also a strap on it that can thread around the cart and through a couple of slits to go around her waist, so I don't have to use the ones the cart comes with. All that stuff is the reason this thing was a pain. The cover itself was really quite easy.


And because I know you are all DYING to see this, here is Kevin in a kilt (and me in costume as well, but who cares about that when there's KEVIN in a KILT?):


Lorelai looks bored to tears, doesn't she?

Totally called it.

She woke up at 1 a.m., just like I predicted. Kevin got her back to sleep pretty quickly though.

Also, check out my new button over on the right! The fabulous Erin over at Designer Blogs made it to match the rest of the blog. Seriously, if you ever need a blog redesign, the Designer Blogs team is fantastic and their rates are extremely reasonable.

And now, off to shower because I'm meeting Becky for lunch! My very first blogger meet-up, I am very excited.

Monday, September 26, 2011

4:12

Because of course, the night I post about how she's waking up at 3 a.m. screaming, Lorelai decides to sleep through till after 4, then fuss mildly, nurse well, and conk back out till almost 7. Because of course.

And because I posted this, she's going to wake up at 1 a.m. and yell for three solid hours. Just watch.

Kids. Sigh.



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Sunday, September 25, 2011

3 a.m.

That is the time my darling daughter has now decided it is acceptable to wake up. Sigh.

Granted, she does eventually go back to sleep. After screaming at us for an hour, until I give in and feed her. She's not yelling because she hungry; she nurses for a few minutes then just stares at me, boob in mouth. We have no idea what is casing the wake-ups but I have a suspicion that she is about to start crawling (or figuring out how to try to crawl, anyway). Usually when we go in during the yelling she is on her tummy, legs scrabbling for purchase while she tries to push herself up with her arms. So far she can't support her weight on her arms and also move her legs, but it's coming. I can tell. And I think that's why she's waking up -- she's practicing her almost-learned new skill. Trying to master it. At 3 a.m.

The weird thing is, she only really does it in her crib. Nighttime and naps. Something about the extra give of the mattress vs. the floor perhaps?

It's only really troublesome because she WAS sleeping straight till 7 or 7:30 for about two weeks, waking once around 4:30 for a quick feeding. So we thought we were out of the woods with the pesky sleep problems. But now she's up at 3 (or 2, the other night), and I finally cave and feed her around 4 because it's the only way anyone is going to get any sleep, and the she's up at 6:30 or 7. Though typically after that 4:00 feeding, she wakes up and talks to herself for 15 minutes about two seconds after I climb into bed. It's better than the screaming, but she has no concept of "inside voice" (he gets that from me so I can't really be but so annoyed by it) so even with the monitor off, she may as well be in the room with us.

But it's better than when she was waking up every 45 minutes for half an hour at a time. I NEVER want to relive those days ever again.

***

I feel like all I ever were about anymore is Lorelai's sleeping habits, so here's something new: I need a wardrobe makeover.

I currently have nothing that really fits except yoga pants and T-shirts, so that's what I wear. If I want to get fancy, I'll squeeze into a pair of jeans, but even though they zip just fine, there's a lot more muffin-topping than I care to admit. I have to go to a wedding this weekend and I'm refusing to buy something new because no matter what I wear, I have to invest in Spanx, so I'm not going to spend money on a dress too. I've got a couple things that will work, I think, but only with Spanx underneath.

In addition to the Spanx, I have made a decision to return to my pole classes, and to purchase (nerd alert) Dance Dance Revolution. Kevin has a credit at Gamestop and they have it in stock. (We actually bought it the other day but we got the cheaper option of a pre-owned game and universal mat, which turned out to be compatible with every console EXCEPT Xbox360 [including the Wii]. So we have to exchange.) I'm pretty excited about it even thought it's super nerdy. I can do it during the day while Lorelai naps, which is a real plus.

And now it is (way past) bedtime, so off I go. Ooh, remind me later to share pictures of the shopping cart cover I made. It was a pain in the ass and I'm never doing it again (at least not one with a toy loop, wallet pocket, and waist strap), but it looks pretty awesome. I'm actually tempted to go to the grocery store tomorrow just so I can use it. And get pictures for my blog, of course. Because, duh.


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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

This may be a new record for length of time between posts.

The only excuse I have is that I spent all last week sewing my costume for the Maryland Renaissance Festival, and didn't have time to blog. And the sad part is that I don't even have a picture to show you. (Yet. My friend Meg got some and has promised to send them to me soon.) But I do have this:


Why, yes, that IS my husband in a kilt. With his bonny wee Hokie lass on his knee. (There were no good Renaissance-y baby costume patterns.) Meg got better pictures of the kilt, I think, because you can't really tell it's a kilt in this picture. But it's still a pretty good picture, I think.

I'm a pretty lucky woman to have a husband who's such a good sport that he would wear a kilt in public just because I have a thing for them ever since I read Outlander.

Friday, September 9, 2011

The Internet hates me.

Not, like, the people ON the Internet (I don't know, maybe they do too), but the Internet itself. Lately I have had pages freeze my computer, pages refuse to load, pages that refuses to load pictures, pages that refuse to load anything the way it's supposed to look, you name it. The latest is that my blog email address somehow disabled forwarding so I wasn't getting any comments in my regular inbox. (Maybe it's silly to have a special blog email address if I'm just going to forward it to my real email address, but this way I can reply to things as my blog-self and not my self-self, and it makes my life feel more compartmentalized. Or something. I don't know, don't judge me!) So if you've commented on anything in the past week, I didn't see it till about five minutes ago and I'm sorry if I didn't respond right away. Stupid, hateful Internet.

On the other hand, the people on the Internet obviously don't hate me (or at least, not all of them) because this here blog was added to the Top Mommy Blogs registry! Click on the Top Mommy Blogs button over there on the right and help boost my ranking. I don't completely understand their ranking system yet, but I do know that if you click through from my blog to their site, I get points, or something.

I also created a button for Polka Dots and Pearls -- if you're so inclined, feel free to stick it on your blog and if you want me to put yours on here, let me know.

Finally, Lorelai had her six-month appointment today. She is 27 inches long (called it!), has a head circumference of 16 1/4 inches (still in the 10-25th percentile -- apparently, she's "smack in the middle of it", according to the nurse, so why they feel the need to give a range instead of just saying "Her head is in the 17th percentile", I have no idea. Can anyone explain that to me?), and is 17 pounds, 1 ounce. Although she was really wiggling on the scale and it jumped around, landing anywhere from 17 pounds flat to 17 pounds, 4.2 ounces, so I'm going to go ahead and say that my guess (okay, James's guess) of 17 pounds, 3 ounces totally counts. She's now in the 90th percentile for height but only the 75th for weight, a reversal from when she was first born. (I still consider it not only lucky, but downright miraculous that I carried a 10-pound baby and did not get a single stretch mark. Well, not on my stomach. Explain to me how my stomach stretched to the size of a Chevy Suburban and got no stretch marks AT ALL, but my butt only stretched two sizes and looks like a road map.)

At any rate, there are the stats. Right about where we thought they'd be. My baby girl is getting so BIG. (Except her head. She still has a peanut head, poor thing.)

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Six months (a.k.a., the post full of Amazon links and pictures other people took)

Dear Lorelai,

You are six months old (as of yesterday, but the Internet was being stupid and would not let me post this yesterday). Rather than the usual sappy letter that pretty much says the same things all the previous sappy letters said, I thought I'd do this one as a bullet list of things you do and do not like right now.

Likes:
  • The Hokies (obvi)

    (photo courtesy of my friend Shannon)
  • Pretty much anything Bright Starts has ever made; specifically, Alfred the crinkly puppy (we're on our second one) and The Bug (which we inherited from family friends, and I'm willing to bet it did not cost $46 when they bought it -- it must not be being made anymore)
  • Apples, pears, peaches, mangoes, sweet potatoes, squash, puffs, Mum-Mums
  • Your Jumperoo
  • Baby Einstein is still a big win
  • Your hippo lovey from Aunt Vanessa (which you love so much that you will not nap without it, so Becky and I are going to meet up next week so I can get a backup because you chew on it so much it needs to be washed every other day)
  • Being naked
  • Being tossed up in the air
  • Beer bottles (not that we ever let you have the beer, but you are fascinated by beer bottles and try to suck on them every chance you get)

    (photo courtesy of my friend Betsy)

  • Dislikes:
  • Diaper changes
  • Clothing changes
  • Sleep (you're getting better about doing it, but you still don't like it)
  • Broccoli
  • Being on your tummy for extended periods of time (you know how to roll to your back -- I've seen you do it countless times -- but you prefer to whine until we flip you)
  • Laughing (you've done it a handful of times, but just one or two giggles -- no big belly laughs, unfortunately)
  • When someone is paying attention to anything other than you
  • Bibs
  • Yo Gabba Gabba (I don't blame you, this show is scary)
  • Indifferent to:
  • Other babies
  • Avocado and oatmeal (though both were big wins at first)
  • Walks (either in the stroller or any of the assorted baby carriers we have)
  • Disney movies
  • Cameras
  • Having colds (though every time you get one, I get sicker than you, so I am not a fan)
  • Speaking of colds, you are currently rocking your second one, and the only thing that bugs you about it is when I suck the snot out of your nose with the snotsucker thing. Which I totally don't get, because I am rocking the same cold and I would LOVE it if someone would suck the snot out of my sinuses.

    You have two teeth. They are very sharp. You bit me once already while I was nursing you, and you only get two more strikes before it's all bottles, all the time, so you think long and hard about how much you enjoy the biting.

    You have your six-month appointment on Friday, so I will have to post your stats then. My guess is that you are 27 inches long, 17 pounds 3 ounces, and that you still have a >25th percentile head circumference.

    And when the OTHER computer stops being stupid perhaps I will be able to post your six-month photo.

    Mommy loves you, pumpkin. You're so smart and such a big girl.

    Love,
    Mommy

    Friday, September 2, 2011

    Thanks for rubbing it in, Dove Promises.

    (I do not like the new Blogger interface.)

    Liz over at Seriously has a series where she posts the stupid Dove Promises "inspirational words of wisdom" or whatever you want to call them. This week, I have a few of my own:

    "Sleep late tomorrow."
    "Take a moment for yourself."
    "You're invited to relax today."

    All right, Dove. Clearly you do not have any full-time parents on your staff. How about a new line of Dove Promises just for stay at home moms?

    "Don't worry about vacuuming today."
    "Let the kids watch an extra half hour of TV so you can paint your nails."
    "Here's a coupon for some free earplugs."

    I mean, I don't appreciate my dessert to be telling me to sleep late tomorrow when I have a baby who thinks 4 a.m. is a fine time to start the day. (Spoiler: 4 a.m. is a LOUSY time to start the day.)

    At least she's finally stopped waking up every 45 minutes all night long. 4 a.m. was an even lousier time to start the day then.