Sunday, August 30, 2009


We were out and about today and I remembered I needed something from Target (although I have banned myself from shopping there, we really did need a new shower curtain and bathmat, so I made an exception, and I was VERY well-behaved while I was there, for the record). I didn't have the front carrier with me, so I decided it was time to just let her be a big girl and ride in the cart.

Oh my.

She was in HEAVEN. She kept looking up at me with total surprise and grinning from ear to ear. I almost ran over, um, every single person in Target, because I coudln't stop staring at her happy face. Everyone who walked past us commented on how happy she was.

Don't get me wrong, it was so cute and so much fun, but...I guess this means she's done with the front carrier:( For someone who reeeally didn't think baby-wearing would be for her, I was AWFULLY attached to it. Back when she hated the world, it was sometimes the only thing that would calm her down. It was so cozy! But lately, she's been a bit antsier in the carrier, scooting around and just not so happy. I knew we were getting to the end of the line with it, but I was kind of ignoring that fact. Can't really ignore it anymore. She was way too happy. (although, for the record, she's still too little to ride in the cart at Costco, so, you know, we can wean slowly.)

At one point, she gave me a big, fat, smile, and spontaneously threw her hands in the air. It was adorable, but also? OK KID, I get it. You are so big.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Yeah, She's Always Been Like That.

I went out to dinner last night with Anne and our two kids. It was right around bedtime, and I was nervous, but of course, ma petite gourmande was easily fed into submission. She dined on bread dipped in garlic dressing, penne with meat sauce, and the veggies from my fettucine primavera- broccoli, asparagus, artichokes, mushrooms, and roasted red peppers. This kid, I am telling you.

The best part of the meal, though, was when a woman approached our table and said, "I cannot believe how GOOD she is! They're both so good!"

She said that! About my baby! MY BABY!

This baby:

She's come so far, I'm so proud of her:)

Monday, August 24, 2009

Real Mom of Genius

My friend Anne is visiting this weekend with her 16 month old son. While we were out, Gracie fell asleep in the stroller. She barely woke up when I moved her to the car. Sigh, I said, now she won't nap when I move her to the crib for SURE, she's been sleeping too long. Anne said, "Well. Um. If it were me? It's a gorgeous day. Sit in the car with her and read a book until she wakes up."

Why had this never occurred to me before? Why did I just sigh heavily and assume the rest of the afternoon would be filled with fussing and overtiredness and nap refusal?

Because I am smrt.

I sat in the front seat and read the sunday paper while G took a nice, long, motionless nap. All told, she probably slept two hours. That is an amazing afternoon nap for her. This has totally solved our afternoon nap problem!

It ALSO solves my ridiculous backlog of the New Yorker problem. Two birds, one stone. Awesome.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Fringe Benefits

So, there are the obvious benefits from marathon training- it gets me back in shape (kind of. sigh.), it's healthy, sense of accomplishment, cross something off the life list, etc, etc. There are a few other benefits, too.

Benefit the First:
It actually forces me to run. This isn't really a surprising benefit, it's more surprising that it works. When I was training for half marathons before, I always had days when I didn't want to run, and so I just...didn't. This time, it's actually working as motivation. Score!

Benefit the Second:
Squashing of baby fever. I cannot have another baby right now because then I can't run the marathon!! ...yeah. ACTUALLY, I cannot have another baby right now because I would have to be institutionalized. As a family, we have everything on our plates that we can handle right now. We are not ready in ANY sense of the word to add another baby to the mix. And you know, I KNOW THAT. I totally know that. I don't actually have baby fever. I have pregnant fever. I think it's because three different people I know are expecting wee ones right now, and it's making me think, awwww, that's so exciting! I remember that! That was fun! And, because I no longer have any actual memory, I conveniently forget the restless legs, nausea, fatigue, insomnia (what a totally WRONG combination, btw), the back pain, the all-over pain, the "my skin HUUUUURTS don't LOOK AT MEEEEEEEEEE" feelings. And, of course, the pesky little fact that when you're done being pregnant, you have a baby. To KEEP. As it happens, though, none of those things are enough to dissuade me. The marathon, though? TOTALLY dissuades me. Can't get pregnant. Gotta run the marathon.

Whatever works.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Gracie's Favorite Number

G was born 12/8/08 at 8:38 weighing exactly 8 lbs. So, it's fitting that she's eight months old on 8/8. She has an 8-month-bday cold, but she's handling it like a champ. This is yet another way she does NOT take after me, because I like to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head whilst coughing dramatically when I'm sick. Or, at least, I used to. Anyway. She doesn't get the tough from me, is my point.

Her sleep is, um, a pyrrhic victory. She sleeps ten hours a night, most of the time without waking. The problem? It's from 6:30-4:30. 4:30 is not morning. 4:30 is late night. It's when you stumble in drunk from Beaumont's (the bar. not the family's house). It's when they close Taco Bell. It's NOT a time to start your day. I've tried everything, earlier bedtime, later bedtime, feeding her and putting her back down, bringing her in our bed, none of it works. And it's not like I can say she doesn't sleep enough, ten hours is great. It's just not timed so well for me, because this is another thing she doesn't get from me, as I am, um, NOT a morning person. Is my DNA in there at ALL???

She is really getting good at feeding herself. She feeds herself, noted for her preference: cheerios < blueberries < dog food < paper < anything chocolate. Yeah, that's right. I've let her have chocolate. Sue me. But guess what? It proves she is, in fact, my kid. My girl has good taste.

She's also really good with the sippy cup.

Alhtough I'm hating the arrival of summer-like weather, it means we were able to bust out the wading pool, which is great because this baby is a total fishie. She loves to flop onto her belly and scoot around with a little help from buoyancy;)

Lest you think she has abandoned all opinions and become a laidback little thing, she has registered dislike of all of the following, some with EXTREME PREJUDICE:

* loud noises
* big crowds
* having her fingernails clipped (hatehatehate, clearly having her fingers amputated)
* wearing shoes (hillbilly)
* diaper changes (some things never change. EVER.)
* having contraband removed from her mouth
* being expected to sleep past 4:30

Overall, though, we're still having fun, and I'm still convinced that every new age is the best age. The worst age is definitely 0-3 months. But let's not talk about that. That was then, this is now.

Saturday, August 1, 2009


Today is our block party.


When we were looking at houses, we said over and over, we wanted to find a house in a neighborhood that had kickass block parties. It seemed like we found that. I guess today's party was kickass? I'm...not sure.

Let me preface this by saying:

-I suck at parties. I know this. I hate being with tons of people and trying to fit into conversations and make small talk. I suck at it and I hate it.

-We're really the only new people in our neighborhood. By kind of a lot, as far as I can tell. Everyone else really knows each other.

-Gracie is the only baby on the block. There are TONS of school-age kids in the neighborhood, but no babies and not even any toddlers, as far as I could tell. Of course, the activities were all geared toward school-age kids, plus it's not like I can just set G down in the street and let her play on the asphalt, and she only likes to be held for so long.

But? oh my god it sucked. (um. and continues to suck, since it's still going on and I'm sitting on the couch like the Loser Neighbor Who Doesn't Participate.)

I was really dreading today, mostly because, like I said, I suck at parties. BUT, I didn't want to be the Loser Neighbor Who Doesn't Participate, so I put on my big-girl pants and trucked outside with Grace this morning. One of the neighbors we've met before chatted with me for a minute and went to play w/ his kids. I saw a group of kids playing with bunnies ('s a long story) and it seemed like a safe enough bet. I could pretend G wanted to see the bunnies! The owners of the bunnies struck up a conversation with me, and the mom immediately snatched G and held her and fawned over her and told me all about her kids and asked what we do and told me about what she and her husband do and they seriously could not have been nicer. It started to rain and I needed to go to the store so I could make brownies for dessert (see: not wanting to be LNWDP). We came home, G needed a nap, I put her down and sat on the couch.

When she woke up, I once again took a deep breath and headed out front. And, um, nobody spoke to us. At all. Not even the woman who brought us cookies back in February and also has a daughter named Grace, giving me all kinds of things to talk about with her. Actually, I caught her eye a few times and smiled and started to say hi and she walked away. I stood around like a superfluous nipple for about ten minutes and finally felt so totally awkward and stupid and uncomfortable, G and I went back inside. Where we have stayed ever since. OK, actually, she's in bed, but Stephen and I are on the couch while everyone is eating dinner (right in front of our house and did I mention we didn't close the blinds so THAT'S uncomfortable). Looking like the LNWDP.

Super awesome funness.

At least it doesn't matter that the brownies I made turned out like blocks of drywall or some other dry, flavorless compound, because we didn't go to dinner! I can just throw them in the garbage! FAIL becomes win?

Eh. I'll take what I can get today.