This has been a very boring yucky weekend in our home. We had all sorts of fun plans that went out the window when I woke up Saturday with some god forsaken form of food poisoning or a stomach bug. The weather was GORGEOUS here in Virginia this weekend, which I enjoyed as much as I could via the warm air breezes from my open windows. One of the things I love about my neighborhood is that everyone has babies! Most of my neighbors had the same window opening ideas as well. This proved to make for a very interesting Saturday afternoon sick in bed. It went something like this:
- I relaxed, started drifting off to sleep
- In the distance I heard a baby cry
- I immediately bolted awake, blinked a few times, realized it wasn't Allison's cry, and went back to sleep
- Rinse and repeat
Moms have a spidy sense! I could hear some random baby crying from what must have been at least 1-2 streets over in my sleep! This is why moms are forever and ever exhausted.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Snow Day
It's an honest to goodness snow day here in Virginia. That doesn't happen too often, normally we have "snow days" complete with ice and a dusting of snow. Annabelle was so excited this morning she couldn't stop running laps in the snow!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Some Updates
Allison is:
Scooting backwards
Eating food again
Not sleeping through the night (waking up at midnight, 3 and 6)
Making all sorts of new consonant sounds
Saying mamamamamamamama when she sees me
Laughing at Annabelle
Screeching at Morpheus
Playing with toys like crazy
Trying to eat every paper product she can get her hands on
Ian is:
In Atlanta for fencing
Loving his job
Caitlin is:
Excited to be a stay at home mom starting next week
Very tired
making tutus for babies
always scheming
Scooting backwards
Eating food again
Not sleeping through the night (waking up at midnight, 3 and 6)
Making all sorts of new consonant sounds
Saying mamamamamamamama when she sees me
Laughing at Annabelle
Screeching at Morpheus
Playing with toys like crazy
Trying to eat every paper product she can get her hands on
Ian is:
In Atlanta for fencing
Loving his job
Caitlin is:
Excited to be a stay at home mom starting next week
Very tired
making tutus for babies
always scheming
Monday, February 23, 2009
The Apple Doesn't Fall
... far from the tree.
Allison has been refusing any and all food for 4 days now.
Carrots=fail
Peas (pureed AND fresh cooked) = fail
Butternut Squash (I roasted and pureed myself) = fail
Acorn Sauash (I roasted and pureed myself) = fail
Prunes = fail
Banana = fail
Sweet Potatoes = fail
Homemade Bread I made for my mommy's get together this morning = SUCCESS!
Tonight she ate all the pieces of bread that Annabelle didn't steal out of her hands.
God I love this child!
Allison has been refusing any and all food for 4 days now.
Carrots=fail
Peas (pureed AND fresh cooked) = fail
Butternut Squash (I roasted and pureed myself) = fail
Acorn Sauash (I roasted and pureed myself) = fail
Prunes = fail
Banana = fail
Sweet Potatoes = fail
Homemade Bread I made for my mommy's get together this morning = SUCCESS!
Tonight she ate all the pieces of bread that Annabelle didn't steal out of her hands.
God I love this child!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Like a Sunday Afternoon
Like the hours of a slow Sunday afternoon
The days of my little gal's babyhood are quickly slipping into something, more grown up.
I try and slow down and soak in these fleeting, sweet moments.
The way she looks in a winter hat
or the squeal that escapes her lips when she sees a giraffe, or a horse.
The way she looks at me in the middle of the night when all is quiet and it's just mom and baby alone in the world.
These are the things I'd like to hold onto.
The days of my little gal's babyhood are quickly slipping into something, more grown up.
I try and slow down and soak in these fleeting, sweet moments.
The way she looks in a winter hat
or the squeal that escapes her lips when she sees a giraffe, or a horse.
The way she looks at me in the middle of the night when all is quiet and it's just mom and baby alone in the world.
These are the things I'd like to hold onto.
Friday, January 9, 2009
We don't like the hair guy?
I finally found a hair stylist (is that the correct term?) that I like two months ago. I went in a very tired, fazzled mom and told him to do whatever he thought would be cute and easy to style. I ended up with a pretty darn easy to do, cute slightly more modern version of the "mom cut". Fortunately I haven't yet given into the mom pants (which I now totally understand WHY moms where these... what the hell are you supposed to do with all this extra stomach skin??), but I am loving having a short mom cut. So, I went today to get my haircut refreshed and for some ungodly reason thought it would work out fine to bring Allison along. Enter scene:
Busy salon, lots of pretty skinny people
Nice couches, fancy pillows (don't you know babies cheese all over things?)
No other children (is it against the code to bring a baby to the salon?)
Allison is hungry, I frantically breastfeed her while waiting for my turn
Skinny teenagers stare at me breastfeeding. I wish I was brave enough to tell them, "yes that's what your boobs are for Barbie!"
Allison is too distracted to eat, she keeps pulling off and cooing at the window, exposing my nipples to the teenagers again.
Give up feeding Allison, set her on nice couch.
Lots of women oogle over her, she smiles at all of them
Finally, my fabulous hair guy (still don't know what the right term is) comes over to say hi, and oogles at Allison.
Allison shreeks and crys!!! That's odd, she's really not normally that kind of baby. I calm her down, then fabulous hair guy trys to talk to her again. This time there's a huge pout more shreeking and crying! Allison decided she is afraid of the fabulous main who cuts my hair! How odd, I have a strange child indeed.
Busy salon, lots of pretty skinny people
Nice couches, fancy pillows (don't you know babies cheese all over things?)
No other children (is it against the code to bring a baby to the salon?)
Allison is hungry, I frantically breastfeed her while waiting for my turn
Skinny teenagers stare at me breastfeeding. I wish I was brave enough to tell them, "yes that's what your boobs are for Barbie!"
Allison is too distracted to eat, she keeps pulling off and cooing at the window, exposing my nipples to the teenagers again.
Give up feeding Allison, set her on nice couch.
Lots of women oogle over her, she smiles at all of them
Finally, my fabulous hair guy (still don't know what the right term is) comes over to say hi, and oogles at Allison.
Allison shreeks and crys!!! That's odd, she's really not normally that kind of baby. I calm her down, then fabulous hair guy trys to talk to her again. This time there's a huge pout more shreeking and crying! Allison decided she is afraid of the fabulous main who cuts my hair! How odd, I have a strange child indeed.
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