I am so tired. At my desk right now considering propping my eyelids up with toothpicks. I wonder if they have any in the break room. Hubbs is out of town on business. Whenever he is gone I sleep like absolute crap. It is weird, I am a super light sleeper when he is away. Usually it is because I am paranoid of intruders or something but my mom is staying with me to mellow me out and I still sleep shitty. Any little noise Sonya makes, I am up. The cat is so excited that hubbs is gone that she is determined to snuggle with me ALL NIGHT LONG. By snuggle, I mean meowing, pacing the bed trying to find a comfy spot and until she finally just plops down right on top of me or at my head and purrs. This is cute behavior, but not at 4 in the morning. I am tired. So tired.
I purchased a LeapFrog Laugh and Learn Musical Table with removable legs, that hey, those legs really aren't removable once you get them on. It is too tall for her so it took me googling this stupid model to realize that I would need a butter knife to get the legs out. It worked perfectly and she now loves her table.
Last night we had a bit of a scare. I went to go feed Lucy in the garage. I had Sonya in one arm on my hip and went to go scoop out the dog food when I accidentally stepped on Lucy's foot. She yelped and leaped out of the way which caused me to lose my balance and fall right on my ass hard, but I landed on her dog bed. Meanwhile, a weed eater and some roller blades* fell on my shoulder, all the while I had not loosened my grip on Sonya so she remained unscathed and completely unfazed over the commotion. Phew!
Gross, now feeling like last night's Chinese food is not agreeing with me at all. Maybe I should get a Sprite from the break room instead of toothpicks.
* In an attempt to get fit, the hubbs and I got rollerblades a couple of years back. They aren't used much, because...well, they are rollerblades. But when they are I make sure to rock bike shorts, mirrored Oakleys, and a bright pink Muscle Beach tank top with huge arm holes so you can see my sports bra underneath. I know fashion, fools.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
I've Got the Funk
I have just been working on a powerpoint presentation all morning and need to take a breather. I have been really unhappy at work lately. My company is always reorganizing. I am constantly trying to move up to the next step in my career but there always seems to be some roadblock in the way. Reorganization, new management, hiring freeze, etc. In a way I really let it get to me. I am very competitive at work and need to always be #1. But in another sense, I enjoy having my flexible schedule right now. I work from home a couple days a week so I can spend more time with Sonya. If I got promoted, that could change.
We took Sonya to the park yesterday. She loved the swings. Loved them. She would squeal in delight and kick her feet all around. While at the park I was witness to so many derelict parents not watching their kids. Little toddlers would go running by the swings where kids were obviously swinging and almost knocked over the little ones. The parents were barely even concerned! Then I looked over and saw a 5 year old girl swinging from a branch in a tree. Nice. Then a little boy (about 6) went walking by pushing a Bugaboo stroller with a toddler boy inside. The older boy slipped and knocked the stroller right into a cement ledge. The little boy was hysterical and crying but seemed to be okay. The mom had just been relaxing talking to her friend not paying attention. Dumbasses.
Yuck, now I need to get back to this PowerPoint. This has been a perfect sour Monday post. But at least I have the Gosselins to watch tonight. Good grief.
We took Sonya to the park yesterday. She loved the swings. Loved them. She would squeal in delight and kick her feet all around. While at the park I was witness to so many derelict parents not watching their kids. Little toddlers would go running by the swings where kids were obviously swinging and almost knocked over the little ones. The parents were barely even concerned! Then I looked over and saw a 5 year old girl swinging from a branch in a tree. Nice. Then a little boy (about 6) went walking by pushing a Bugaboo stroller with a toddler boy inside. The older boy slipped and knocked the stroller right into a cement ledge. The little boy was hysterical and crying but seemed to be okay. The mom had just been relaxing talking to her friend not paying attention. Dumbasses.
Yuck, now I need to get back to this PowerPoint. This has been a perfect sour Monday post. But at least I have the Gosselins to watch tonight. Good grief.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Big Bertha
People are popping out babies all over my work lately. Well, not literally. But within the last 8 months there have been 6 babies born that I know about, and there are probably many more. My old boss was pregnant and had her baby last night....2 1/2 weeks LATE!!!! WTF docs? How do you let your patient go that long? And the kicker? The baby was 10 lbs. 3 oz. That is heavier than the bowling balls I use at the bowling alley (because we all know I bowl a lot). I thought Sonya was big at 9.5 lbs. (which I pushed out, btw).
Anyhoo, this ex boss of mine had a c-section with her first child and was so determined to have a VBAC with her second, thus waiting as long as it took to have her baby. Once she was in labor the doctors realized the baby was too big to get out the "regular" way so she ended up having a c-section.... again. What is this 1904? Isn't it not normal to go past 42 weeks? I don't know. Just wanted to rant and rave for a minute. The most important part is that the baby is healthy and doing well....just big.
Anyhoo, this ex boss of mine had a c-section with her first child and was so determined to have a VBAC with her second, thus waiting as long as it took to have her baby. Once she was in labor the doctors realized the baby was too big to get out the "regular" way so she ended up having a c-section.... again. What is this 1904? Isn't it not normal to go past 42 weeks? I don't know. Just wanted to rant and rave for a minute. The most important part is that the baby is healthy and doing well....just big.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Relief
On Friday I packed up Sonya, hubbs and and the three of us with my mom drove up to the coast to my aunt and uncle's house (the one's who passed away last Memorial Day weekend). Since it was the one year anniversary to the accident, all of the family gathered on Sunday to spread their ashes around their property. Then wildflower seeds were tossed over them so that flowers will be blooming all the time.
I thought it was going to be really hard for me to face my emotions that have been boiling up for so long. But it was thankfully, very refreshing to do this. Of course we had moments full of tears and sadness, but for the most part we had a really good time. Come to think of it, that was the most fun I have had in a very long time. I think my spirit has been cleansed. My cousin was amazing as difficult as it was for her. I am so thankful to have this family.
I spent the weekend eating, drinking and eating and drinking. Right when I say "no more food for me" apple pie is brought out and I end up eating a slice and polishing it off with a sliver of devil's food chocolate cake. Lay off! I'm Hungry!!!!
Sonya was a peach and the star of the show as always. How could she not? Look at this face.
I am so relieved this weekend is over, but boy did I have a great time.
I thought it was going to be really hard for me to face my emotions that have been boiling up for so long. But it was thankfully, very refreshing to do this. Of course we had moments full of tears and sadness, but for the most part we had a really good time. Come to think of it, that was the most fun I have had in a very long time. I think my spirit has been cleansed. My cousin was amazing as difficult as it was for her. I am so thankful to have this family.
I spent the weekend eating, drinking and eating and drinking. Right when I say "no more food for me" apple pie is brought out and I end up eating a slice and polishing it off with a sliver of devil's food chocolate cake. Lay off! I'm Hungry!!!!
Sonya was a peach and the star of the show as always. How could she not? Look at this face.
I am so relieved this weekend is over, but boy did I have a great time.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Reflections
It's been a year since this happened. After it occurred I did not talk about it much on here. I was preggers and simply did not want to focus on such a tragic thing. Also, I think since it was such an enormous emotional experience, I don't think I could fully take it all in. There is not one day that goes by that I don't think about it. For the past couple of months I have been consumed with thinking about it. I think because I tried to block it out for so long that my mind finally could not take it anymore.
Having something like that happen to you and your family puts things in perspective. It makes little bickering between the hubbs and I over a messy kitchen seem so trivial. This happening has made my family really band together. We do everything with my cousin and her family (she lost her husband and her parents- my aunt and uncle). She has been so remarkably strong, it is almost unbelievable. But despite us all getting closer, some people in my family are still stuck in their little bubble. It is so frustrating and irritating.
Having something like that happen to you and your family puts things in perspective. It makes little bickering between the hubbs and I over a messy kitchen seem so trivial. This happening has made my family really band together. We do everything with my cousin and her family (she lost her husband and her parents- my aunt and uncle). She has been so remarkably strong, it is almost unbelievable. But despite us all getting closer, some people in my family are still stuck in their little bubble. It is so frustrating and irritating.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
A Lady Who Lunches
I am on vacation this week and therfore have filled up my social calendar. Well, not really, but it seemed cool to say that. Yesterday Sonya and I met up with an old friend from high school for coffee. She is married and has no kids and does not work much. More like 2 days a week. Must be nice, right? She's rich, so there you have it. Today I am "lunching" with another friend who just had a baby a little over a month ago. Tomorrow we plan on visiting the Wednesday night Farmer's Market. On Thursday I plan on working in another coffee date with another pal. After that, I'm all out of friends so good thing I don't have two weeks of vacation or else I would be screwed! Although we aren't doing much this week, it still is nice to just fart around with the little one, especially since the weather is nice. I could get used to this being off thing. Hubbs' definitely appreciates it. In fact, he was quite thrilled that I made him a fried egg sandwhich today. We get excited about the small things around here, people.
This weekend was hotter than heck. We ran the AC and tried to stay cool. We checked out the Rose Parade on Sat. morning. Sonya loved it and took in all of the different floats and bands walk by in her jogging stroller. On Sunday she had a "play date" with my friend who has an 8 month old. They have a cute baby pool that squirts up in different places. Sonya was all ready to go in her cute swim diaper (cloth swim diaper, trying to be a little green) and her adorable bathing suit. She had her 70 sun block on but when the time came to put her in the water, she wanted nothing to do with it. She burst into tears as soon as her feet touched it. I think it was too cold for her liking. I know, already a princess. Meanwhile, her friend had a blast playing in the water. Sonya was okay to play on the blanket but was just not into the water. I guess we just need to get a pool of our own so she gets used to unheated water.
This weekend was hotter than heck. We ran the AC and tried to stay cool. We checked out the Rose Parade on Sat. morning. Sonya loved it and took in all of the different floats and bands walk by in her jogging stroller. On Sunday she had a "play date" with my friend who has an 8 month old. They have a cute baby pool that squirts up in different places. Sonya was all ready to go in her cute swim diaper (cloth swim diaper, trying to be a little green) and her adorable bathing suit. She had her 70 sun block on but when the time came to put her in the water, she wanted nothing to do with it. She burst into tears as soon as her feet touched it. I think it was too cold for her liking. I know, already a princess. Meanwhile, her friend had a blast playing in the water. Sonya was okay to play on the blanket but was just not into the water. I guess we just need to get a pool of our own so she gets used to unheated water.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Friday Wrap Up
I have very fair skin (especially next to my Italian husband). I don't have the cool fair skin (like a Swedish girl) with the very light hair, eyebrows and eyelashes, no I have the medium blond hair (like a German girl), dark brows and lashes therefore I can look pasty. I am okay being fair, I don't think it is worth damaging my skin by sitting in the rays. But since it is almost summer and I have busted out the shorts and skirts I decided I needed a bit of color so I bought some self tanner. I have done the spray tan thing and I really liked it but at $25/pop I can't be doing that every week so I decided to go with the "do it yourself version". I got the Nuetrogena "Build a Tan" self tanner which is supposed to be more gradual. I applied it on Tuesday morning right out of the shower and within a couple of hours I could already see a noticeable difference. Maybe it were the dark streaks around my armpit or the patches of white skin on my knees. Either way it worked way quicker than I had anticipated. Despite the streakage I have reapplied since then and I definitely look a lot more sun kissed. I already feel more sexy with a little bit of a tan.
Sonya's bottom front teeth are cutting through. They are like sharp razor blades. She is going through bouts where she is in pain and must chew on everything. Yesterday, her daycare called me saying that she was having a hard time with the teething pain. Me, being such a good mom, forgot to send her her Tylenol and Orajel so hubbs had to bring them to her since he was working from home. They are taking forever to come through, I just wish to would do it already!
On Wednesday night she got up on her knees and proceeded to try and crawl. She wobbles around and pushes forward with her feet but still can't figure out what to do with those things called hands. I know she will be crawling so soon so I will be baby proofing the house this weekend.
How great was the Reunion of the Real Housewives of New York City? I couldn't stop watching it. That is definitely the most entertaining Real Housewives group out of the lot. I love Bethenny (most of the time). I am saddened the season is over but it's okay because Bravo quickly threw us the New Jersey housewives which look to be just plain tacky and a bit Soprano's-ish. Maybe it was when one of them says, in her Jersey accent "My family is thick as thieves". I don't know, but you can count on me watching it every Tuesday night this summer. Capeesh?
I am off all next week! Whoo Hoo! Company mandated vacation time. Don't have a problem with that! Okay, got to get back to work.
Sonya's bottom front teeth are cutting through. They are like sharp razor blades. She is going through bouts where she is in pain and must chew on everything. Yesterday, her daycare called me saying that she was having a hard time with the teething pain. Me, being such a good mom, forgot to send her her Tylenol and Orajel so hubbs had to bring them to her since he was working from home. They are taking forever to come through, I just wish to would do it already!
On Wednesday night she got up on her knees and proceeded to try and crawl. She wobbles around and pushes forward with her feet but still can't figure out what to do with those things called hands. I know she will be crawling so soon so I will be baby proofing the house this weekend.
How great was the Reunion of the Real Housewives of New York City? I couldn't stop watching it. That is definitely the most entertaining Real Housewives group out of the lot. I love Bethenny (most of the time). I am saddened the season is over but it's okay because Bravo quickly threw us the New Jersey housewives which look to be just plain tacky and a bit Soprano's-ish. Maybe it was when one of them says, in her Jersey accent "My family is thick as thieves". I don't know, but you can count on me watching it every Tuesday night this summer. Capeesh?
I am off all next week! Whoo Hoo! Company mandated vacation time. Don't have a problem with that! Okay, got to get back to work.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Bulldozing the House
On Friday I discovered the sheer pleasure of having your house professionally cleaned. I decided as a Mother's Day gift to myself, I wasn't going to clean during the weekend when the weather was going to be so nice and all I would want to do would be to hang out with Sonya and hubbs. So after getting a couple of recommendations I was able to schedule a lady at the last minute.
I had been warned that this lady had "a crew" and would power through the house in an hour or so. I answered the door and there were 5 of them. Five women looking at me like "well?" I welcomed the crew and told the head lady what I wanted done, which was the basic cleaning. While I was telling her, the other women had already started cleaning out under the kitchen sink (which I pity them as it is a mess of extra paper and plastic grocery bags, cleaning supplies and coffee grounds since I always spill them every freaking morning). My house had been invaded in a matter of seconds and I immediately felt like an outsider in my own freaking house. Since there were so many of them there was pretty much a lady working her ass off at every corner of the house. I kept trying to dodge them with Sonya, determined to find a space where we could hang out and not feel like a loser that I was being lazy about not cleaning while these women literally, did my dirty work. Ha, that was fun to write.
They were there for an hour and half. Once they left, I walked back into the house from the garage where I had been acting like Sonya and I were helping hubbs fix the lawn mower and it was like I had discovered a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I wanted to cue the harp, I could hear the music playing and birds chirping. My house looked freaking amazing. Baseboards sparkled, you could see through the glass door of our shower (they must of used Oxy Clean and not my Scrubbing Bubbles), our kitchen floor glimmered. It was such a great feeling to have your house so clean with the blink of your eyes. I immediately realized that I have been missing out.
Come to find out that a ton of people I know have regular housekeepers that come weekly or biweekly. Where the heck have I been? Am I the only one giving up hours on weekends to clean? I would love to have a regular housekeeper, I guess I could start by getting various quotes from people, but that sounds like a lot of work too. In the grand scheme of things, is it worth giving up some of my shopping money for a housekeeper? Any of you ladies use a housekeeper?
I had been warned that this lady had "a crew" and would power through the house in an hour or so. I answered the door and there were 5 of them. Five women looking at me like "well?" I welcomed the crew and told the head lady what I wanted done, which was the basic cleaning. While I was telling her, the other women had already started cleaning out under the kitchen sink (which I pity them as it is a mess of extra paper and plastic grocery bags, cleaning supplies and coffee grounds since I always spill them every freaking morning). My house had been invaded in a matter of seconds and I immediately felt like an outsider in my own freaking house. Since there were so many of them there was pretty much a lady working her ass off at every corner of the house. I kept trying to dodge them with Sonya, determined to find a space where we could hang out and not feel like a loser that I was being lazy about not cleaning while these women literally, did my dirty work. Ha, that was fun to write.
They were there for an hour and half. Once they left, I walked back into the house from the garage where I had been acting like Sonya and I were helping hubbs fix the lawn mower and it was like I had discovered a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I wanted to cue the harp, I could hear the music playing and birds chirping. My house looked freaking amazing. Baseboards sparkled, you could see through the glass door of our shower (they must of used Oxy Clean and not my Scrubbing Bubbles), our kitchen floor glimmered. It was such a great feeling to have your house so clean with the blink of your eyes. I immediately realized that I have been missing out.
Come to find out that a ton of people I know have regular housekeepers that come weekly or biweekly. Where the heck have I been? Am I the only one giving up hours on weekends to clean? I would love to have a regular housekeeper, I guess I could start by getting various quotes from people, but that sounds like a lot of work too. In the grand scheme of things, is it worth giving up some of my shopping money for a housekeeper? Any of you ladies use a housekeeper?
Monday, May 11, 2009
My Peanut
My Girl,
The past 6 months have flown by. Just yesterday your dad and I drove home from the hospital. You were asleep in your carseat in your snug 3 month sleeper, your dad driving super slow making sure not to drive into any potholes while I glanced around making sure the carseat was secure.
I never realized the love a mother could have for a child until I had you. Every day you take my breath away with your preciousness and your beauty. Sometimes I just stare at you as you sleep in your crib, sleeping so peacefully. When you fall asleep on my chest, I love to breathe in your fresh baby scent. I love that you look for me when I am not around you. You are such a momma's girl but you also have your daddy wrapped around your finger.
You make a funny crazy face when you get super giggly and frisky. It comes and it goes but I know when I see it, I know that frisky Sonya has come out to play! You are getting so big and so full of personality. You find my dancing hysterical, belly tickles hilarious, bouncing on the bed- the best thing ever and love to stare at yourself in any mirror.
You rolled over and smiled at 4 weeks, giggled and rolled to the other side at three months, and the milestones continue on. At four months you started crunchies and it has become your favorite trick to showoff when company is over. You now sit up with the help of your hands, push up on your chest and try to crawl. You babble "ma ma" when you get impatient in your exersaucer. As You love to eat carrots, squash, sweet potatoes, and peaches. I keep trying new things every day. It is so fun.
There are so many things I have to look forward to with you. So many moments to share, memories to experience. I am loving every minute of it. For the first time in my life, I feel complete. I love every ounce of you. Your dad and I could not be happier. You are my everything.
Happy 6th Month Birthday Sonya!
The past 6 months have flown by. Just yesterday your dad and I drove home from the hospital. You were asleep in your carseat in your snug 3 month sleeper, your dad driving super slow making sure not to drive into any potholes while I glanced around making sure the carseat was secure.
I never realized the love a mother could have for a child until I had you. Every day you take my breath away with your preciousness and your beauty. Sometimes I just stare at you as you sleep in your crib, sleeping so peacefully. When you fall asleep on my chest, I love to breathe in your fresh baby scent. I love that you look for me when I am not around you. You are such a momma's girl but you also have your daddy wrapped around your finger.
You make a funny crazy face when you get super giggly and frisky. It comes and it goes but I know when I see it, I know that frisky Sonya has come out to play! You are getting so big and so full of personality. You find my dancing hysterical, belly tickles hilarious, bouncing on the bed- the best thing ever and love to stare at yourself in any mirror.
You rolled over and smiled at 4 weeks, giggled and rolled to the other side at three months, and the milestones continue on. At four months you started crunchies and it has become your favorite trick to showoff when company is over. You now sit up with the help of your hands, push up on your chest and try to crawl. You babble "ma ma" when you get impatient in your exersaucer. As You love to eat carrots, squash, sweet potatoes, and peaches. I keep trying new things every day. It is so fun.
There are so many things I have to look forward to with you. So many moments to share, memories to experience. I am loving every minute of it. For the first time in my life, I feel complete. I love every ounce of you. Your dad and I could not be happier. You are my everything.
Happy 6th Month Birthday Sonya!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Rambling Rambles
Finally a spare moment to catch up and read some of my blogs. This week has been crazy, fools. Now I am camped out on the couch with the ol' laptop while hubbs watches I Am Legend. No thanks, I will pass on that.
Work has been nuts. Why are people always scheduling meetings? Don't they know that when I am in meetings I don't get anything done? Jerks.
It's been rainy lately but warm and humid. My hair has a constant 1/2 layer of frizz on top of my flat ironed straight hair and the cowlicks in my bangs are in full effect. I think bedhead would look better than this humid head.
I need to grocery shopping so bad. I keep on putting it off. We are down to just the minimum. There are only so may days that you can bring canned soup or PB & J on stale bread to work.
I have officially stopped breastfeeding. I must say I am a bit depressed about it. Being back at work really did a number on my supply (even with pumping) and Sonya was just too hungry for me to keep up. I slowly weaned down to mornings and nights and then once a day. I kept on wanting to hold on but realized I just needed to stop it. I feel guilty for some reason, like I should of tried to go on longer. If I wasn't working, I would of kept going for much longer, but that isn't the reality so why do I keep beating myself up about it? I really enjoyed breastfeeding. It was tough in the beginning but it was such a great feeling knowing that no matter what, it would always calm her down when she was wailing. I just can't stop thinking about it. Ugh. I need to leave it alone. Why are we so hard on ourselves?
All of this whining has led me right into some sugar cravings. Off to go ransack our pantry to look for some sweets, even if the only thing I have is Christmas candy or dried apricots.
Peace out.
Work has been nuts. Why are people always scheduling meetings? Don't they know that when I am in meetings I don't get anything done? Jerks.
It's been rainy lately but warm and humid. My hair has a constant 1/2 layer of frizz on top of my flat ironed straight hair and the cowlicks in my bangs are in full effect. I think bedhead would look better than this humid head.
I need to grocery shopping so bad. I keep on putting it off. We are down to just the minimum. There are only so may days that you can bring canned soup or PB & J on stale bread to work.
I have officially stopped breastfeeding. I must say I am a bit depressed about it. Being back at work really did a number on my supply (even with pumping) and Sonya was just too hungry for me to keep up. I slowly weaned down to mornings and nights and then once a day. I kept on wanting to hold on but realized I just needed to stop it. I feel guilty for some reason, like I should of tried to go on longer. If I wasn't working, I would of kept going for much longer, but that isn't the reality so why do I keep beating myself up about it? I really enjoyed breastfeeding. It was tough in the beginning but it was such a great feeling knowing that no matter what, it would always calm her down when she was wailing. I just can't stop thinking about it. Ugh. I need to leave it alone. Why are we so hard on ourselves?
All of this whining has led me right into some sugar cravings. Off to go ransack our pantry to look for some sweets, even if the only thing I have is Christmas candy or dried apricots.
Peace out.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Hiding Things
Last night I attended a "Southern Living at Home" party hosted by my cousin. It was really fun, there was a huge turn out and my cousin had gourmet cupcakes from the cupcake shop. I sipped on some Sofia bubbly (so nice and easy to drink by the way) and hung out with my family and friends. A lady was there to show some of the items in the catalogue and then everyone figured out what they wanted to order. The items were pretty overpriced but pretty. I ended up buying a hurricane that was reasonably priced.
Someone made a comment about how they were going to have to sneak their purchases into the house so their husbands wouldn't see. Then a bunch of other ladies chimed in that they would have to do the same thing and that they usually fib about how much things cost so their husbands don't give them a hard time. I could and could not relate to these women. I grew up in a house where my dad questioned every item my mom purchased. She is now super sneaky about things she buys and it is so frustrating to me that she has to do that. It is not like she goes out and spends loads and loads of money, it is just little things here and there.
Hubbs on the other hand NEVER questions me about what I spend my money on. I am very lucky. He trusts that I am not charging up our credit cards. I like to bargain shop and now that I have one more person to buy for, am frequently coming home with various shopping bags. The only thing he ever says about it is that the bags take up room in our closet. Which is my fault because I let things just sit in the bag for a couple of days before I actually do something with the items.
He lets me shop and I let him purchase the random electronic stuff he always has to have (AppleTV, Blue Ray DVD player, HD video camera). Granted, he makes these purchases not very often. So it all balances out in the grand scheme of things.
So do your men care about what you buy or do they look the other way like my hubbs? Coming from a home where you had to sneak your goodies, I know how stressful it could be and am thankful that hubbs is so easy going.
Someone made a comment about how they were going to have to sneak their purchases into the house so their husbands wouldn't see. Then a bunch of other ladies chimed in that they would have to do the same thing and that they usually fib about how much things cost so their husbands don't give them a hard time. I could and could not relate to these women. I grew up in a house where my dad questioned every item my mom purchased. She is now super sneaky about things she buys and it is so frustrating to me that she has to do that. It is not like she goes out and spends loads and loads of money, it is just little things here and there.
Hubbs on the other hand NEVER questions me about what I spend my money on. I am very lucky. He trusts that I am not charging up our credit cards. I like to bargain shop and now that I have one more person to buy for, am frequently coming home with various shopping bags. The only thing he ever says about it is that the bags take up room in our closet. Which is my fault because I let things just sit in the bag for a couple of days before I actually do something with the items.
He lets me shop and I let him purchase the random electronic stuff he always has to have (AppleTV, Blue Ray DVD player, HD video camera). Granted, he makes these purchases not very often. So it all balances out in the grand scheme of things.
So do your men care about what you buy or do they look the other way like my hubbs? Coming from a home where you had to sneak your goodies, I know how stressful it could be and am thankful that hubbs is so easy going.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Roots
All this high school talk has had me start thinking about my roots. I live in the same town I was born and raised in. I moved away for 4 years for college but moved back right after graduating. I hated being gone from home.I gave birth to Sonya in the same hospital both me and Hubbs were born in. Hubbs and I went to the same high school. He was two years older and I didn't start dating him until the end of my senior year. His parents went to the same high school we went to and even had some of the same teachers we ended up having.
There have been times that we have discussed moving into a bigger metro area where there are greater opportunities. But those moments are fleeting because because we then realize how nice it is living where you grew up and close to family. Granted I continue to run into old classmates at Costco, the mall or Starbuck's, and rarely can remember their names and sometimes look like I just rolled out of bed.
The other day on my way to dropping off Sonya at Daycare I realize that a doctor's office complex that I pass every day was where one of my high school boyfriends and I would go to make out in his car at night. So cliche, I know. We were at dinner the other night at a restaurant and I realized I had gone to it prior to a dance with my date and a group of friends. Last Saturday, there was a group of Prom goers eating at the same place we were. It brought back so many memories that are getting more and more fuzzy with age.
Unlike a lot of people, I really enjoyed high school. If I could go back and relive some moments, I would in a heart beat. I was popular, preferred to be a spectator at sporting events rather than play them (unless you count JV Softball bench warming). I had plenty of friends and boyfriends. I was however, not a Mean Girl. I never participated in backstabbing, saying nasty things about people or left notes on anyone's car or had any left on mine for that matter. Plus people knew better than to mess with my '88 Ford Tempo, which was called the "Empo" because some douche bag ripped off the "T" at a party I was at. I can't remember how I explained that one to my dad. I was active in Student Government and loved going to dances and planning the rallies and talent shows. I was involved in high school programs through the YMCA. They all helped me build confidence and relationships with people at my school I might not have if I was not involved with those things. I feel I had a variety of friends in various clicks.
I think since my house was so dysfunctional I really focused on extra-curricular activities to help me not get cooped up at home. I always had a handful of guy friends who I hung out with regularly. I think their friendships also shielded me from getting caught up in drama that some of my girlfriends were always tangled up in. Probably why I only am in touch with about 2 people from high school. Once I met the hubbs I realized who my real friends were and through the years I have those two. And that's all I need. It's about quality, not quantity.
I am not saying I was perfect and that I did not have my insecure moments. I definitely gossiped like everyone else in the school, and know I was gossiped about too. But I rarely let it get to me. I knew I needed to have as much fun because time would just fly by.
My 10 Year Reunion is next June. Not sure if I will be attending. I don't really want to as our school's reunions are notoriously pathetic in both turnout and venue.
What I can say, is that I like having roots in this town. I like seeing something when I am driving and get taken back down memory lane to a wild night in high school, or even something earlier on. Passing the park where I swung on a swing for the first time. The lake where I was a lifeguard. The roller rink where I went to so many birthday parties. All those memories are things I will point out to my Sonya some day (just not the make-out spots) as we are driving around. I must say I am looking forward to it.
There have been times that we have discussed moving into a bigger metro area where there are greater opportunities. But those moments are fleeting because because we then realize how nice it is living where you grew up and close to family. Granted I continue to run into old classmates at Costco, the mall or Starbuck's, and rarely can remember their names and sometimes look like I just rolled out of bed.
The other day on my way to dropping off Sonya at Daycare I realize that a doctor's office complex that I pass every day was where one of my high school boyfriends and I would go to make out in his car at night. So cliche, I know. We were at dinner the other night at a restaurant and I realized I had gone to it prior to a dance with my date and a group of friends. Last Saturday, there was a group of Prom goers eating at the same place we were. It brought back so many memories that are getting more and more fuzzy with age.
Unlike a lot of people, I really enjoyed high school. If I could go back and relive some moments, I would in a heart beat. I was popular, preferred to be a spectator at sporting events rather than play them (unless you count JV Softball bench warming). I had plenty of friends and boyfriends. I was however, not a Mean Girl. I never participated in backstabbing, saying nasty things about people or left notes on anyone's car or had any left on mine for that matter. Plus people knew better than to mess with my '88 Ford Tempo, which was called the "Empo" because some douche bag ripped off the "T" at a party I was at. I can't remember how I explained that one to my dad. I was active in Student Government and loved going to dances and planning the rallies and talent shows. I was involved in high school programs through the YMCA. They all helped me build confidence and relationships with people at my school I might not have if I was not involved with those things. I feel I had a variety of friends in various clicks.
I think since my house was so dysfunctional I really focused on extra-curricular activities to help me not get cooped up at home. I always had a handful of guy friends who I hung out with regularly. I think their friendships also shielded me from getting caught up in drama that some of my girlfriends were always tangled up in. Probably why I only am in touch with about 2 people from high school. Once I met the hubbs I realized who my real friends were and through the years I have those two. And that's all I need. It's about quality, not quantity.
I am not saying I was perfect and that I did not have my insecure moments. I definitely gossiped like everyone else in the school, and know I was gossiped about too. But I rarely let it get to me. I knew I needed to have as much fun because time would just fly by.
My 10 Year Reunion is next June. Not sure if I will be attending. I don't really want to as our school's reunions are notoriously pathetic in both turnout and venue.
What I can say, is that I like having roots in this town. I like seeing something when I am driving and get taken back down memory lane to a wild night in high school, or even something earlier on. Passing the park where I swung on a swing for the first time. The lake where I was a lifeguard. The roller rink where I went to so many birthday parties. All those memories are things I will point out to my Sonya some day (just not the make-out spots) as we are driving around. I must say I am looking forward to it.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Stain Stick Fever
Now that Sonya is eating baby food I am stain sticking everything. She keeps spitting up her carrots, squash and sweet potatoes which leave nice stains on her clothes. Even when she wears bibs, the spit up seems to clear the bib area and drop on to her pants or me. The stain stick is only doing so much. I need something stronger. I have been using Shout and Spray n' Wash. Does Oxy Clean work? Billy Mays sure as heck says it does.
Yesterday on my way to work I slurped my Cinnamon Dolce Latte a little too much and it splattered right across the front of my favorite white top. FAVORITE!!!!! I knew it was going to happen. I almost stuck a straw in my drink like the lady at Starbucks driving the white Range Rover in her work out clothes at 9 a.m. (byatch). So I made a detour back home and changed and applied my worthless stain remover to it right away. That one might actually come out, but the baby food....not so much.
Hubbs installed XM in my car. I have never been happier. Now I can flip from 80's on 8 to Howard Stern (which I reluctantly now enjoy) to heck, classical music if I so please, all commercial free!
Yesterday on my way to work I slurped my Cinnamon Dolce Latte a little too much and it splattered right across the front of my favorite white top. FAVORITE!!!!! I knew it was going to happen. I almost stuck a straw in my drink like the lady at Starbucks driving the white Range Rover in her work out clothes at 9 a.m. (byatch). So I made a detour back home and changed and applied my worthless stain remover to it right away. That one might actually come out, but the baby food....not so much.
Hubbs installed XM in my car. I have never been happier. Now I can flip from 80's on 8 to Howard Stern (which I reluctantly now enjoy) to heck, classical music if I so please, all commercial free!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Dear Target....***
Why must you insist on spending all of my money. You lure me in with your cutesy advertisements week after freaking week. I visit you to buy only a couple of things. Today it was:
hand soap
baby food grinder
bottles
sponges
Walked out with:
baby food grinder
Baby Einstein DVD
Pink shorts for Sonya
bottles
tag along toys for Sonya's car seat
So I forgot the hand soap and sponges because I was too busy deciding on which of the shirts I was going to buy for myself. It wasn't until I was in the check out line that I said "eff it!" I'm not buying me any shirts! And I had a list right in front of me. Today was actually a good day. Some times when your clothes are cuter (which they aren't right now, you might want to give Isaac Mizrahi a little ring a ding and have him get his act together real soon) I get a little more crazy.
Maybe it is the popcorn smell or the lighting, the way things are displayed, I just have the urge to fill my cart. You make me weak Target, weak at the knees, err purse strings.
Sincerely,
Missy Marshmallow
***Pointless post #4,378,
hand soap
baby food grinder
bottles
sponges
Walked out with:
baby food grinder
Baby Einstein DVD
Pink shorts for Sonya
bottles
tag along toys for Sonya's car seat
So I forgot the hand soap and sponges because I was too busy deciding on which of the shirts I was going to buy for myself. It wasn't until I was in the check out line that I said "eff it!" I'm not buying me any shirts! And I had a list right in front of me. Today was actually a good day. Some times when your clothes are cuter (which they aren't right now, you might want to give Isaac Mizrahi a little ring a ding and have him get his act together real soon) I get a little more crazy.
Maybe it is the popcorn smell or the lighting, the way things are displayed, I just have the urge to fill my cart. You make me weak Target, weak at the knees, err purse strings.
Sincerely,
Missy Marshmallow
***Pointless post #4,378,
Monday, April 20, 2009
We're All Sick Up In Here
The cycle of sickness is swirling around like a tornado in our house. My cold/allergies from last week have manifested into a sinus infection. Hubbs is sick AGAIN and Sonya's cough is still hanging on. To make things even better, I got another bladder infection on Saturday but I kicked it's ass by slurping down unsweetened cranberry juice. That stuff is nasty! NASTY!
To make being sick even better, it was 90 degrees yesterday and supposed to be even warmer today!!!! Nothing like blowing your nose while also wiping sweat off your forehead.
Yesterday my mom and I went shopping. She bought Sonya a bunch of things from Gymboree (my favorite baby clothing store) and I got her the CUTEST teal bathing suit with darker teal ruffles around the waist with little goldfishies. LOVE IT. Not sure why I am capitalizing everything.
We tried carrots on Friday. She loved it. Off to buy a food grinder on my lunch so I can make her homemade baby food too.
Another milestone, she is starting to scoot or creep when she is on her belly. She slides her legs up and definitely covers some ground.
As promised, here are some pics of my little Easter Bunny! She was sick that day so we did not get any smiles.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
So sick
***So some douche bag left a bunch of gibberish in the comments section of my last post. Yuck.Ugh. Does anyone know how to delete a comment?***
So little Sonya has been super sick. Had a cold last week with just some snotty nose business but now she has a nasty cough and even more snot. Took her to the Ped yesterday and they said it was just a typical cold. She was super cranky on Easter but she still looked so adorable in her Easter Dress. Photos to come.
Aside from that, I have been up a lot with her the past couple of nights, refilling the humidifier and suctioning the snot out of her nose with a nose bulb. Which she hates. It is supposed to get really warm this weekend (mid 80's people). I can't wait to put her in her shorts. Hopefully she will be rid of this stupid bug by then.
Allergies have picked up around these parts. I feel like I have constant sinus pressure. It sucks.
So little Sonya has been super sick. Had a cold last week with just some snotty nose business but now she has a nasty cough and even more snot. Took her to the Ped yesterday and they said it was just a typical cold. She was super cranky on Easter but she still looked so adorable in her Easter Dress. Photos to come.
Aside from that, I have been up a lot with her the past couple of nights, refilling the humidifier and suctioning the snot out of her nose with a nose bulb. Which she hates. It is supposed to get really warm this weekend (mid 80's people). I can't wait to put her in her shorts. Hopefully she will be rid of this stupid bug by then.
Allergies have picked up around these parts. I feel like I have constant sinus pressure. It sucks.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Sleepy Sleeperson
Since all you bloggers are talking about babies sleeping, I decided I would slide in on your coat tails.
Sonya has been sleeping through the night since she was 5 days old. I repeat that, since she was 5 days old. Most people don't believe me when I say that. One of the first things people ask me is "how is she sleeping during the night?". They are stunned by my response and then eye me up and down with disbelief. Sonya was 9 lbs. 5 oz. when she was born. About the size of a bowling ball. Maybe her stockiness had something to do with her sleeping through the night. All I can say is that I am lucky. I also know that both me and my brother were sleepers, so maybe it is hereditary. But I have also been very diligent about not having her form any habits that could break this routine.
1) She slept in a bassinet next to our bed for three months. I never once considered co-sleeping with her. I had heard from SO MANY people that breaking them from co-sleeping is such a pain so I did want to even go there. Plus, a small baby in a massive bed would make me a nervous Nelly.
2) When she was 2 1/2 months old we moved her into her crib. She was getting so big for the bassinet plus she was sleeping through the night, that it seemed like the logical choice. She has been fine with it sense. She naps in there too. We turn her sound machine on and she loves it.
3) Night time routine is essential. She had a hard time going to sleep at a decent hour until we figured out that keeping her arms out the swaddle allowerd her to wake herself up all the time. Once that bright light bulb went on in our heads, she has been going to sleep around 8:15 every night sleeping until 7 ish. Bath, nurse, bed.
Every once and awhile she wakes herself up by either wiggling her arms and legs out of the swaddle, or by scooting to the end of the crib and running out of room, or by simply rolling on to her side or belly. I just come in, rearrange her and give her her pacifier (I hate the name BINKY) .
She is perfect. She is my doll, my princess, pumpkin, chunky monkey, funny bunny, Poops McGee, and whether she wakes up 10 times or sleeps through the night, she'll always be perfect!
Monday, April 6, 2009
Rash Mash
Sonya has rashes all over. Little clusters of redness around the diaper area, on her back and her belly. Just when I think it is under control, they reappear. Tomorrow I am calling the Ped. She has already been to see them for the rash and we got some anti-bacterial cream but it is not working.
Hubbs was sick this weekend. Typical hubbs cold. I thought I was getting sick but it never really materialized. I have been getting crazy hot flashes, basically like I am having a fever. Then I realized I had a bladder infection and maybe the fever is related. My doctor and I have been playing phone tag so I am still unsure what ailes me.
Work is crazy now. I am in my fourth week back and the work load is on. At first I thought it would be nice and mellow but now the time I am at work I am seriously hustlin'. It's okay though, makes the days go by much quicker.
Yesterday I went to a baby shower where scallops and lamb shanks were served, it was 4 courses ( small courses ). I left wanting Carl's Jr. but got a hold of myself and came home to eat carrot sticks. Not a lamb fan. I dunno, just don't care for the taste. It is weird to me.
It seems like I have been whining a lot in this post. Guess it's a sign to say "over and out" because I am tired and therefore whining.
Hubbs was sick this weekend. Typical hubbs cold. I thought I was getting sick but it never really materialized. I have been getting crazy hot flashes, basically like I am having a fever. Then I realized I had a bladder infection and maybe the fever is related. My doctor and I have been playing phone tag so I am still unsure what ailes me.
Work is crazy now. I am in my fourth week back and the work load is on. At first I thought it would be nice and mellow but now the time I am at work I am seriously hustlin'. It's okay though, makes the days go by much quicker.
Yesterday I went to a baby shower where scallops and lamb shanks were served, it was 4 courses ( small courses ). I left wanting Carl's Jr. but got a hold of myself and came home to eat carrot sticks. Not a lamb fan. I dunno, just don't care for the taste. It is weird to me.
It seems like I have been whining a lot in this post. Guess it's a sign to say "over and out" because I am tired and therefore whining.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Simple Life
It is after work when I am making the 20 minute drive home through crawling traffic, honking horns and idiots talking on their cell phones not paying attention, that I long for a simpler life.
Some times I just want to live in a small "one horse" town where everyone knows your name. Where jeans and flannel shirts are the norm for out and about wear. Where people drive pick ups with their dogs in the front seat. Where there is actually a mom & pop supermarket, bakery, shoe repair, and just one stop light. Where going to DQ is stepping out. Where weekends are filled not at the mall, running errands or cleaning house, but sitting on the front porch, fishing at the lake or just being, well, simple. Less stress. Less material things to worry about.
But then I watch the news and see a small town in North Dakota who are living that simple life, put sand bags around their home of 25 years to protect it from the rising and freezing waters of the Red River. These poor people, are farmers and small business owners. As they watch their homes get flooded, family artifacts, their furniture...get washed away, I realize that the lives of those I once thought were simple, just aren't so simple anymore.
That's just my random thought for the day. And I don't really know if I would be down for flannel shirts, but they at least sound comfortable.
Some times I just want to live in a small "one horse" town where everyone knows your name. Where jeans and flannel shirts are the norm for out and about wear. Where people drive pick ups with their dogs in the front seat. Where there is actually a mom & pop supermarket, bakery, shoe repair, and just one stop light. Where going to DQ is stepping out. Where weekends are filled not at the mall, running errands or cleaning house, but sitting on the front porch, fishing at the lake or just being, well, simple. Less stress. Less material things to worry about.
But then I watch the news and see a small town in North Dakota who are living that simple life, put sand bags around their home of 25 years to protect it from the rising and freezing waters of the Red River. These poor people, are farmers and small business owners. As they watch their homes get flooded, family artifacts, their furniture...get washed away, I realize that the lives of those I once thought were simple, just aren't so simple anymore.
That's just my random thought for the day. And I don't really know if I would be down for flannel shirts, but they at least sound comfortable.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Belated Birthday
Thursday was my birthday. It came and went so quickly I almost forgot to blog about it. Hubbs sent me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers filled with orchids, roses, and other types of gorgeousness. My boss took me out to a nice lunch. I came home to find my perfect card from Hubbs next to a new rubber spatula.Why a spatula? For the longest time we have only had metal spatulas but they don't work for the non stick frying pans. When I use the non-stick ones, I have to use a rubber cake scraper to flip things. It is a bit tacky and Hubbs has been grumbling about this situation for quite some time. He finally broke down and bought one, which is perfect. Romantic? No, thoughtful...yes.. He also got me super cute D&G aviator sunglasses I had been coveting for awhile. A bit "Maverick-ish" a la Top Gun. I think they are sexy. We enjoyed dinner at our favorite restaurant in town where I feasted on a filet mignon. It was wonderful. My mom watched Sonya so we were able to have an "adult" dinner.
We celebrated my b-day with the rest of my family on Saturday night at my parents house. My mom made me some fried chicken with mashed potatoes, gravy, soft rolls and shrimp-mandarin salad. The meal was topped off with my requested dessert of carrot cake. My mom got me this super cute long cardigan from J-Crew. LOVE IT. She also got me some other clothes which I so need right now.
It was a good time to be had and I can't believe another year has gone by so quickly.
We celebrated my b-day with the rest of my family on Saturday night at my parents house. My mom made me some fried chicken with mashed potatoes, gravy, soft rolls and shrimp-mandarin salad. The meal was topped off with my requested dessert of carrot cake. My mom got me this super cute long cardigan from J-Crew. LOVE IT. She also got me some other clothes which I so need right now.
It was a good time to be had and I can't believe another year has gone by so quickly.
Food Time
Sonya tried rice cereal last week and again last night. The first time was not so successful. She gagged, made funny faces and looked up at us with a "what the F&$%?" look. Last night was met with a couple of swallows of the cereal. Making progress people.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Where's The Beef?
As we know, yesterday was St. Paddy's Day. No one in my family is Irish, but every year for as long as I can remember, my parents have made corned beef, cabbage and potato pancakes in celebration of the holiday. This year was a bit hectic and it was decided it was going to be skipped. I was a bit bummed but got over it. Then I got a call yesterday around 4 from my mom inviting us over for an impromptu corned beef, cabbage and potato pancakes dinner. I kind of hesitated as it was late and I had already prepared a potato au gratin casserole for dinner plus I had a couple of loads of laundry going. After himming and hawing I decided to go. I quickly put the casserole in the fridge to eat tonight, grabbed Sonya and Hubbs and off we went. I am so glad we did because it was excellent. When I was younger I HATED corned beef, but now I really enjoy it. Potato pancakes are one of my favorite things ever. Watching me eat potato pancakes you would think you were watching the annual Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest. I have serious potato pancake eating skills. Don't be jealous.
Look! Here are super cute photos of my super photogenic daughter. She definitely did not get that trait from me.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Tight Wad Tuesday
I've always been tight with money... to an extent. I was raised in a blue collar family. My dad was a carpenter and my mom a teacher. My mom drove a Mercury Zephyr (a white piece of shit station wagon with a bench seat IN THE FRONT!). I wore hand-me-downs when I was younger, from the rich girl across the street and we rarely ate out. Mostly this was because my dad is the tightest person ever. It wasn't until I got a job at GAP in high school that I really got interested in clothes and not until I met Hubb's (when I was 18) that I realized how cool it was to eat out. He was raised where they ate out a lot, mostly due to poor cooking skills in the family :)
Because my parents were huge savers and coupon clippers and very conservative with their money while also putting two kids through college without loans, I have taken those traits with me into adulthood. But I don't think I am as good as a penny pincher as they are. In a sense I am, I only buy things that are on sale, buy store brands (in the supermarket) if the name brand is not on sale and search out the best deal on the Internet for something before I purchase. Rarely do I just buy something without putting some thought into it. I feel the items I just randomly purchase usually are the ones that are not used and just a waste of money.
So due to the rocky economy and my cheap ass inherited traits, I am going to try and have a Tuesday focus blog called "Tight Wad Tuesday". Each week I will focus on something that has great value at a low price. This week is just an intro and next week I will pick an item. I know, super original, but it gives me a chance to get out of my writing rut.
Being home for 5 months I have discovered the hidden treasures in stores like Ross, TJ Maxx and Marshall's. I have them ranked by which ones have better housewares (Ross), better baby clothes (Ross and TJ Maxx) and better designer clothing brands (Marshall's, hello I saw a pair of Hudson jeans there for 75% off!) I have also fallen in love with our outlet mall. I usually did not frequent it much but that has changed. I love the Carter's, Gymboree and Oshkosh stores and have found amazing deals at the GAP and Banana Republic stores too. As you mama's know, babies go through so many clothes so I am always looking for cute outfits for Sonya.
So with that I am closing my first Tight Wad Tuesday that consisted of meaningless chatter about being cheap and finding jeans at Marshall's.
Over and out.
Because my parents were huge savers and coupon clippers and very conservative with their money while also putting two kids through college without loans, I have taken those traits with me into adulthood. But I don't think I am as good as a penny pincher as they are. In a sense I am, I only buy things that are on sale, buy store brands (in the supermarket) if the name brand is not on sale and search out the best deal on the Internet for something before I purchase. Rarely do I just buy something without putting some thought into it. I feel the items I just randomly purchase usually are the ones that are not used and just a waste of money.
So due to the rocky economy and my cheap ass inherited traits, I am going to try and have a Tuesday focus blog called "Tight Wad Tuesday". Each week I will focus on something that has great value at a low price. This week is just an intro and next week I will pick an item. I know, super original, but it gives me a chance to get out of my writing rut.
Being home for 5 months I have discovered the hidden treasures in stores like Ross, TJ Maxx and Marshall's. I have them ranked by which ones have better housewares (Ross), better baby clothes (Ross and TJ Maxx) and better designer clothing brands (Marshall's, hello I saw a pair of Hudson jeans there for 75% off!) I have also fallen in love with our outlet mall. I usually did not frequent it much but that has changed. I love the Carter's, Gymboree and Oshkosh stores and have found amazing deals at the GAP and Banana Republic stores too. As you mama's know, babies go through so many clothes so I am always looking for cute outfits for Sonya.
So with that I am closing my first Tight Wad Tuesday that consisted of meaningless chatter about being cheap and finding jeans at Marshall's.
Over and out.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Say No to Strangers
On Saturday night Sonya started crying every time my sister-in-law came close to her (i.e. making faces, trying to get her to laugh). She was fine around my parents, hubbs, and I, but whenever Lisa came around she got pissed. Then last night she did the same thing when my other sister-in-law Juliana and my mother- in-law came over. I am not sure what is going on. Is she going to start going through a faze where she does not like strangers?
Personally, I would feel kind of bad if a baby only cried at me when I came around. Lisa did not mind since our niece did that at her age. I secretly am flattered that I am the one she clings to even though I know she should get used to others.
I have a hard time when people are holding Sonya and being super high strung. In particular, hubbs' mom and grandparents are very much, how do I say this... "in your face" when it comes to playing with her. My theory is to have her discover things. Their theory is to shake things in front of her face (is normally okay to do if you are doing it gently, but they are obnoxious about it) and then they wonder why she gets frustrated. If she cries they chalk it up to her having a belly ache. I want to yell "she does not have a f*&^%*$^ belly ache, she doesn't like what you are doing!" She is a mellow baby and is not a fan of 15 modes of stimulation all at the same time. How do I voice these things to them politely? It really gets on my nerves. They are VERY loving people but are SOOOOO sensitive and I don't want to hurt their feelings at all, but in another sense, she is my daughter and they should respect my wishes whether they agree with me or not.
If my own parents are doing something I don't like, I quickly let them know, they may grumble a bit but I know they will listen and stop something that I don't like. I don't have a great relationship with my dad, he pisses me off a ton, but I actually am quite comfortable when he is with Sonya for some reason. I guess there are just people who are more natural around babies than others.
I guess I just had no idea how fired up I could get about the way people handle themselves around my daughter. I know part of it is just being a mom and feeling strongly protective, but the other part is the people who act weird around her are completely clueless. I want to know how to navigate around these dicey situations. I want people to respect me and hubb's wishes without getting all bent out of shape. Any words of wisdom?
Personally, I would feel kind of bad if a baby only cried at me when I came around. Lisa did not mind since our niece did that at her age. I secretly am flattered that I am the one she clings to even though I know she should get used to others.
I have a hard time when people are holding Sonya and being super high strung. In particular, hubbs' mom and grandparents are very much, how do I say this... "in your face" when it comes to playing with her. My theory is to have her discover things. Their theory is to shake things in front of her face (is normally okay to do if you are doing it gently, but they are obnoxious about it) and then they wonder why she gets frustrated. If she cries they chalk it up to her having a belly ache. I want to yell "she does not have a f*&^%*$^ belly ache, she doesn't like what you are doing!" She is a mellow baby and is not a fan of 15 modes of stimulation all at the same time. How do I voice these things to them politely? It really gets on my nerves. They are VERY loving people but are SOOOOO sensitive and I don't want to hurt their feelings at all, but in another sense, she is my daughter and they should respect my wishes whether they agree with me or not.
If my own parents are doing something I don't like, I quickly let them know, they may grumble a bit but I know they will listen and stop something that I don't like. I don't have a great relationship with my dad, he pisses me off a ton, but I actually am quite comfortable when he is with Sonya for some reason. I guess there are just people who are more natural around babies than others.
I guess I just had no idea how fired up I could get about the way people handle themselves around my daughter. I know part of it is just being a mom and feeling strongly protective, but the other part is the people who act weird around her are completely clueless. I want to know how to navigate around these dicey situations. I want people to respect me and hubb's wishes without getting all bent out of shape. Any words of wisdom?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
9 to 5
Back to work today. Was up super late last night getting everything ready. I had to get the diaper bag packed, the pump assecories together, my lunch packed, my clothes ready, etc. I almost hit the snooze button a couple of times this morning but realized that I actually HAD to get my ass out of bed this time.
I was sad after I dropped Sonya off at daycare but my day has been very busy so I have not had a hard time focusing on other things. Plus, my boss and coworkers sent me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers to welcome me back.
Tomorrow I will work from home so this week was pretty easy in terms of a back to work transition.
I was sad after I dropped Sonya off at daycare but my day has been very busy so I have not had a hard time focusing on other things. Plus, my boss and coworkers sent me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers to welcome me back.
Tomorrow I will work from home so this week was pretty easy in terms of a back to work transition.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
15 lbs. and Counting
That sounds like a title for a new TLC reality show.
Sonya's 4 month appt. was today. She was 15 lbs. 4 oz. and is 25 inches long. Got the okay to start her on rice cereal, but I think I will wait until I get my new work schedule down before I try it. Also, I need to get a high chair. I am looking at the Peg Perego Prima Pappa one. It is more expensive but my cousin has one and it has lasted through three kids and still looks good. Does anyone have any recommendations? I want one that does not stand out too much in our dining room, can be easily cleaned and moved.
Off to put down the little munchkin for a nap. She is a bit tired from her shots. By the way, this time she barely cried. Hubb's sent me down the hall while she got them so I wouldn't cry like last time. I was a babbling mess at her 2 month check up.
Word.
Sonya's 4 month appt. was today. She was 15 lbs. 4 oz. and is 25 inches long. Got the okay to start her on rice cereal, but I think I will wait until I get my new work schedule down before I try it. Also, I need to get a high chair. I am looking at the Peg Perego Prima Pappa one. It is more expensive but my cousin has one and it has lasted through three kids and still looks good. Does anyone have any recommendations? I want one that does not stand out too much in our dining room, can be easily cleaned and moved.
Off to put down the little munchkin for a nap. She is a bit tired from her shots. By the way, this time she barely cried. Hubb's sent me down the hall while she got them so I wouldn't cry like last time. I was a babbling mess at her 2 month check up.
Word.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Work it
Sonya had her first professional photos taken today. Talk about the cutest thing ever. I can't wait to get them back!
So since I am going back to work soon (boo) I decided I needed to incorporate a fitness routine with my new work and baby routine. I remember Jen saying how much Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred worked, so I went ahead and ordered it. I hate going to the gym. I would much rather do things at home. But I don't like working out for long periods of time or else I get bored and lose interest, or maybe it is just me getting too exhausted. Anyhoo, I need something 30 minutes or less which is why I picked this one. Also, I can't find my 20 minute Winsor Pilates DVD. I think I lost it when we moved and am hoping to rediscover it one of these days, like when I decide to go through all of my old Donald Duck trinkets I collected when I was 12, or 18....or 26. I am super bummed I lost it, it really is the best work out ever. It helped me get super toned before we got married.
Either way, we'll see how that 30 Day Shred goes, thinking about starting it on Friday.... we'll see.
Sonya is rolling all over the place now. No longer can she be content on her back on the activity mat, she is now rolling over and over and over! It is so cute.
"Hey Mom, don't turn away, I am about to roll across the house quicker than you can make your microwave oatmeal!"
So since I am going back to work soon (boo) I decided I needed to incorporate a fitness routine with my new work and baby routine. I remember Jen saying how much Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred worked, so I went ahead and ordered it. I hate going to the gym. I would much rather do things at home. But I don't like working out for long periods of time or else I get bored and lose interest, or maybe it is just me getting too exhausted. Anyhoo, I need something 30 minutes or less which is why I picked this one. Also, I can't find my 20 minute Winsor Pilates DVD. I think I lost it when we moved and am hoping to rediscover it one of these days, like when I decide to go through all of my old Donald Duck trinkets I collected when I was 12, or 18....or 26. I am super bummed I lost it, it really is the best work out ever. It helped me get super toned before we got married.
Either way, we'll see how that 30 Day Shred goes, thinking about starting it on Friday.... we'll see.
Sonya is rolling all over the place now. No longer can she be content on her back on the activity mat, she is now rolling over and over and over! It is so cute.
"Hey Mom, don't turn away, I am about to roll across the house quicker than you can make your microwave oatmeal!"
Monday, March 2, 2009
Wrapping Up
It really started to hit me yesterday. It was rainy outside, I had a bladder infection and a headache. Sonya was wearing a super soft fleece bunny outfit and looked so cute. I sat across the table from hubbs while he gave Sonya a bottle at breakfast, soaking it all in. I was gloomy, grumpy and I still can't shake it.
I'm going back to work in 9 days. How did 5 months go by so quickly? Where did the time go? I have appreciated every second of every day that I have been with our child. I am lucky, a lot of companies have shorter maternity leaves, but it still just does not seem like long enough.
Staying home is not an option. Living in Northern California is EXPENSIVE , even during this crappy economy, thus requiring two incomes to have a decent lifestyle. You don't know how many times I think about moving to somewhere else where it is cheaper to live where I can stay at home. But then you give up being close to family, friends and the place you called home. Both of our families live here. I want my daughter to know her grandparents and not just see them at major holidays. I think about this A LOT. A lot more than I tell hubbs. I know I would be so alone living so far away. My mom is my best friend, I see her about every couple of days, I can't imagine being a 5 hour plane ride away instead of a 10 minute drive.
I hope that once I get back to work, I start feeling better. I think everything will work out in my head. I will be working from home two days a week so Sonya will only be in daycare three days a week, but I just can't shake the guilt that I know is so common to moms going back to work. I know once I am back in the office interacting with my fellow colleagues, who also have kids in daycare, that my spirits will lift, but until then I am blue. I keep trying to soak it all in. I don't want to share Sonya with anyone. I want her all to myself. Seriously, look at this face, how could to you not?
I'm going back to work in 9 days. How did 5 months go by so quickly? Where did the time go? I have appreciated every second of every day that I have been with our child. I am lucky, a lot of companies have shorter maternity leaves, but it still just does not seem like long enough.
Staying home is not an option. Living in Northern California is EXPENSIVE , even during this crappy economy, thus requiring two incomes to have a decent lifestyle. You don't know how many times I think about moving to somewhere else where it is cheaper to live where I can stay at home. But then you give up being close to family, friends and the place you called home. Both of our families live here. I want my daughter to know her grandparents and not just see them at major holidays. I think about this A LOT. A lot more than I tell hubbs. I know I would be so alone living so far away. My mom is my best friend, I see her about every couple of days, I can't imagine being a 5 hour plane ride away instead of a 10 minute drive.
I hope that once I get back to work, I start feeling better. I think everything will work out in my head. I will be working from home two days a week so Sonya will only be in daycare three days a week, but I just can't shake the guilt that I know is so common to moms going back to work. I know once I am back in the office interacting with my fellow colleagues, who also have kids in daycare, that my spirits will lift, but until then I am blue. I keep trying to soak it all in. I don't want to share Sonya with anyone. I want her all to myself. Seriously, look at this face, how could to you not?
We went to dinner last week with hubbs' grandparents who try to see Sonya as much as possible. While hubbs' grandma sat holding Sonya, I just wanted to reach across the table and grab her from her. I didn't want to share her! I feel bad for being like this, but in a sense, I feel like I have the right to be like this. I am going back to work soon, and I don't want to share. I'm the mom. Period.
The other day I asked my mom (who is a teacher) if she thought that kids that had a stay at home mom had different relationships with their moms than those whose mom's worked while they were little. She simply said "no". We then talked about the two of us and how my mom worked when I was a baby and how she is my best friend now. I did not feel abandoned when I was little because my mom worked. In fact, I actually looked up to her. Even at a young age, I realized the amount of items she could tackle in one day. I admired all that she could do; make use healthy lunches, get us to school on time, get herself to work on time, pick us up from daycare, fix a fabulous dinner (she IS the best cook I know), help us with our homework and still have time to give us undivided attention whenever we needed it. But most of all, we were so loved. I always was taken care of and nurtured without being spoiled. I hope that my daughter can look up to me like the way I look up to my mom.
Each day back at work will get a little easier, but I know there will still be those days that I picture me, hubbs', Sonya, Lucy and Patty all packed up in a U-Haul headed for some place more affordable, where I can stay at home, and be with my Sonya every morning, day and night.
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