Monthly Archives: March 2013
Ill type more when I’m in a vertical position, or perhaps just off of the bathroom floor, but I wanted to vent real quick. You know what I’m allowed to take for nausea and an upset tummy while breastfeeding? Nothing. Not one damn thing.
Baby’s First Bulls Game
My Week According to My iPhone
Today I quietly turned 28. Well, “quiet” is a relative term since I have a 4 month old who likes to yell at me now, but you get the idea. Without friends in the area yet, it was just me and my boys to celebrate this year. And I’m okay with that because last year I had a pretty outstanding birthday that no birthday can top. As a few of you may remember, I decided to celebrate by performing one random act of kindness for every year that I had been alive but I didn’t finish them all before I cryptically announced that I was “sidetracked.” Well, I was sidetracked by the doctor telling me that I was, in fact, pregnant and what better birthday present then 9 months of nausea in a Phoenix summer? But I digress. Last year on my birthday my mom told me that her random act of kindness for the day was donating to March of Dimes because “everyone deserves to feel the love for a child” which was extremely fitting while I was in the parking lot of the doctor so this year I donated to them myself on my birthday. Really, my birthday should be a national holiday or at the very least come pre loaded onto the calendar of new smart phones.
But here’s how I gracefully turned 28 (because after all, I’m a mom now so lets hike up my jeans to my bellybutton and stash children’s toys in the glove box of my car because it’s a sleigh ride into menopause from here):
First, I woke up early (too early if you’re asking my opinion, which I know that you were dying to) and got myself and Lucas ready for a Mom Group at the church that we went to on Sunday. While Lucas is great company when he’s not blowing out his diapers, I promised myself that I wouldn’t spend my birthday in the house alone. So I went this morning and I met some great ladies in the area and may even make this a Thursday morning tradition! On the way home, I bought myself lunch because I didn’t feel like cooking and then met the painter at the house to repair the holes in the walls that the movers made last month.
Then, and here’s the best part of my day, Lucas curled up and fell asleep on my chest so I laid propped up in bed with him sleeping on my chest and Molly sleeping at my feet and I took a nap. Afternoon naps with my son and my dog are honestly my absolute favorite part of any day and the fact that Lucas let me enjoy it for 2 hours instead of his normal 30 minutes leads me to believe that he knew it was my birthday and wanted to throw me a bone for the evening of screaming that he had planned.
I got beautiful tulips from my parents delivered in the afternoon and then made leftovers for dinner so that I didn’t have to cook and Angel took Lucas to the basement for 2 WHOLE HOURS so that I could do whatever I wanted to upstairs. I understand how incredibly dull this sounds to non moms, but go ahead and take my word for it that baby cuddles and 2 hours alone are like gold around here.
But then because it can’t all be sunshine and green grass (or around here I would say “grey skies and snow”), Lucas puked ALL OVER my comforter that I washed yesterday so that it smells again. He may as well have just peed “Happy Birthday Mom” on his carpet while he was at it
Tomorrow Angel is working from home so that we can leave early because we’re going to Chicago for the weekend! We (and by “we” I mean “Angel”) are excited to take Lucas to his first Bulls game. We (and by “we” I mean “me”) are nervous about how a baby is going to handle the loud noises in the evening and how often mom is going to be required to whip her boob out in public to calm him down, but maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll decide that bottles are okay again and then peacefully sleep in his carrier so that I can enjoy the game.
Well, a woman can dream!
Saturday, Funday, Monday
Okay, so apparently I’m not allowed to upload any pictures today because I keep getting a bunch of errors, so I’ll try again later and you’re going to have to use your vivid imagination to fill in the gaps.
For starters, It’s been “warm” and I even saw the sun once or twice this last week. It clearly must be spring. And for a day, I even saw a little bit of grass peaking through the backyard. up until this point, I wasn’t sure if we had grass in the backyard or not because it’s been so cold and snowy! And then the morning after I saw grass, I came down the stairs to another snow storm that covered everything again. Naturally.
But since spring is starting to peak it’s head through the grey clouds, I’ve decided that I’m going to take advantage of the fact that summers won’t be 120 degrees and I’m going to get back into running. There are a lot of trees in our area that I assume would be beautiful when they have leaves on them and there are big biking paths that run through it all and it’s been a while since I’ve run. And added bonus- it may even help me loose the extra 3-4 pounds that nursing hasn’t taken off of me. If it also happens to reshift my midsection back to where everything came from about a year ago, I wouldn’t stop it. The only problem is that I don’t have a stroller that I can safely use to run. I did some investigating and after seeing all of the reviews and talking to a few of my runner moms, consensus for a good jogging stroller is the Bob Revolution, which is a cool $300. I nixed that pretty quickly and decided that I’m going to have to take advantage of the evening light and leave the baby at home with Angel to go running. We’ll see how well that works out since it’s dinner time and family time when Angel gets home and I doubt that I’m going to want to leave the house. So anyone who happens to see awesome deals on a jogging stroller- let me know!!!
On Thursday, Angel’s coworker invited us out to dinner with her family and another Kellogg’s family. His coworker and her family are from Ireland and the other family was from Spain (via Ireland) who originated in Mexico. Our three families and children may be the only diverse families in the area. But that’s beside the point. I met Ellie, who is also a stay at home mom to two little girls and speaks Spanish. She was working and planning to put her baby in daycare and go back to work at the end of maternity leave but her husband got a job in Ireland and so they moved countries with a 4 month old and she decided since she was leaving her job anyway that she was going to stay home. Does this sound familiar to anyone? She lives near me and we decided that we’re going to go to lunch Monday and then she invited me to a mom group with her Tuesday morning. When she started explaining the mom group, I said “it sounds like MOPS” and she said “that’s exactly what it is!” And then I decided I’m desperate to meet people, so I may as well give it a try and maybe it won’t be as bad as I’m thinking. Besides, Angel pointed out that going to a mom group at a church can help us in our quest to find a church in the area and get our sweet little Lucas baptized. If we don’t get on this soon, he’s going to be the only 40 year old in history to get baptized so on Sundays we’re going to start trying out churches in the area to find one that we like.
In the mean time, we’re headed to Ann Arbor today to go to Costco for paper towels. It’s an exciting life that we lead. So I should probably call the blog done for now so I can feed the baby and we can get on our way out of town.
Happy weekend, everyone!
Lucas now giggles. Absorb this cuteness:
Soak it in, people. I made that.
Playing Catch Up
So it’s been a few weeks since I posed. As Angel would probably point out to me when I mention that I didn’t have time for something “but you’ve been home all day?” I suppose the boxes containing all of my belongings and a 3 month old baby who now is awake more often than asleep have been zapping all of my time.
So I’m flipping through the photos on my phone to try to remember what I did the last two weeks, and here’s something funny to point out: photos of myself to prove to Angel that I took a shower that day. Welcome to stay-at-home-motherhood!
A few important and note-worthy things about the new house. 1. I made a coffee bar in the kitchen. It hasn’t taken long for Angel to love it as much as I do (thank you, Pinterest), and now we probably spend more time there then anywhere else in the house. Well, at least I do from 9-noon when I’m up with the baby:
Next, Molly has learned that both the front windows are her height and that we have chipmunks in our yard. It’s a loud combination and she’ll sit here by the hour during the day waiting for them:
Next, she’s also learned the new house alarm beeps. In our house in Arizona the beep for the garage door was different but she knew that it meant we were home. In this house there’s no garage door beep, so she’ll wait for him by the front window (above) and then when she sees his car pull into the driveway, she immediately runs to wait by the garage door because DAD’S HOME!
I think it’s pretty adorable.
We finally finished putting up the plastic chicken wire inside our fence since it appears that Molly was small enough to get through the iron picket fence that was there. Now that she has a yard and a bed that she recognizes, I think she’s starting to finally realize that this is now home.
I’ve been unpacking boxes like crazy and still have a few rooms and a basement left. A few days of putting Lucas on the floor so I could unpack boxes to his screaming soundtrack, I decided “screw it” and baby and I spent a day in jammies cuddling in bed that we both deserved:
And as it turned out, Mommy desperately needed the day of baby cuddles and I didn’t realize it until the day was over. I felt guilty for not getting anything that I needed to done, but those baby cuddles aren’t going to be around forever and those boxes are.
Then we hit the road!
Molly freaked out a little more than usual when we pulled out the suitcases to pack, but Angel’s brother came in from Ann Arbor to watch her and she loooooves him! I started packing and got these in the mail:
Which I took as their way of saying “hey, we hear that you’re going to be flying alone with a 3 month old. We’re really sorry about that.”
The three of us went to Arizona for a wedding of two people who’s first date was actually our wedding! We stayed with a couple of our friends in Chandler and the evening of the wedding Lucas had his first babysitter(s)! We had Paul and Michelle babysit for a few hours so that we had our first opportunity away from Lucas since this whole adventure started. It was weird to not have the baby, but it was so nice to have a break for a few hours.
Unfortunately, I had a super short stay in Arizona and I didn’t get to spend nearly enough time with everyone who I wanted to! We got in very late on Thursday night, and I left Saturday afternoon with a wedding in between.
On Saturday morning I convinced Angel to wake up early so that we could go take family photos with Brooke from Keki Photography (if you need a photographer in the Phoenix area, I love her!):
Annnnnnd then I realized that a white patterned scarf over a white shirt makes me look about 20 pounds heavier. Awesome. Anyway though, the photos are adorable and I love my little family!
After a quick lunch with my brother and sister-in-law, Lucas and I were off on our own to Colorado!
I was so nervous to fly by myself with Lucas and so sad to be leaving Arizona without seeing everyone I wanted to or spending as much time with them as I would like that I just started crying when Angel dropped me off. My poopball must have known that I was nervous to fly with him, because as soon as we got on the plane, he curled in his knees and fell asleep in my lap and stayed that way all through the flight and the Denver airport!
He loves his little carrier, which makes my life at least 1,000 times easier.
In Colorado, everyone was excited to see Lucas and I didn’t even have to pick up my own child one time that I was there
Except maybe their dog, who was a little confused why she couldn’t play with the tiny human
Lucas and I got some good naps in during the afternoons when it was quiet. And by the end of the week he started something new: a preference to Mommy. There were a few times that he was fussy while my parents were holding him and then as soon as I took him he was calm. He also couldn’t fall asleep one afternoon until he grabbed onto my hand. Mommy’s not leaving you, little dude!
Since this adorable trend can’t last forever, I started replacing my hand with a security blanket and it seems to do the trick:
That trip was also too short, and I cried when I left Colorado as well. It’s not easy being on my own here. on the way back, I had a layover in St. Paul and was able to pick up another Starbucks mug for my collection
Lucas and I were having a great time in our hour layover. He was sound asleep and I was debating when I should wake him up and give him the bottle that I made because nursing when I’m alone in public I would have to charge admission to to pay the bail when I was arrested for public nudity. And then they announced that our flight was delayed by 2 hours and I called Delta every name in the book (in my head, naturally). Lucas must read my mind because this is the time that he decided to have a public melt down. So I took out the bottle, tried to feed him, and wouldn’t you guess that he chose this time to decide he didn’t want to drink from a bottle anymore. I kept trying because it’s not like I could just whip out a boob there at the gate, but Lucas kept screaming like I was killing him and everyone started looking at me and thinking “Oh my God, I hope I’m not sitting net to her.” Screw you all, seriously. He’s a very good child current tantrum aside.
There was nowhere in that airport to feed him, so I ended up sitting on the floor of the family restroom for 20 minutes feeding my child. Ugh. And gross. Those are the words that come to mind.
But after he ate, he was his adorable self again and I put his blanket on the floor of the gate area and let him lay there and play with his toys while everyone looked at me like “There’s a mom that has her shit together!” Or something equally flattering, I imagine.
Once I was home, life got back to normal. Lucas didn’t think he was as adorable as I did in his Mickey onesie:
And that just made me laugh. So like a good mom I took pictures of him screaming at me and sent them to my mom and Angel and anyone else who I thought would appreciate them and not call CPS on me.
I asked Angel to unpack his closet and he asks me “What’s left to unpack?” I appreciate that he doesn’t see messes, that’s really going to come in handy as soon as our munchkin puts momentum behind his movements
For one last photo for the post, I was unpacking the craft room that I negotiated in the move and it was nap time for Lucas. So I put him on the little futon in the room and went about my business and a few minutes later Molly found a spot for her afternoon nap as well. Dog: Man’s best friend.There’s just so much adorableness going on in that picture, I’m not sure where to start.
So that’s what I’ve been up to according to my iPhone photo album.