Foodie

So, it's been well-established that Gracie doesn't like to sleep. She also meets her gross-motor milestones at her own, lesiurely pace, and she doesn't vocalize as much as I'd like.

But?

We hit the jackpot on eating. This child will eat anything I put in her mouth. Sweet potatoes, carrots, avocados, peas, and of course oatmeal, it's all gone as soon as it's pulled out of the fridge. She's a CHAMP with the spoon, hardly any tongue-thrusting at all, and if she's really liking what she's eating (avocados, kid has good taste), there's barely any even on her bib.

We got us an eater. Between that and her fine-motor control (which is pretty darn good, too, she's impressively all about her thumbs), maybe she'll be a famous restaurant blogger one day.

The day I have been dreading

I knew this day would come. I knew it was inevitable. Still, I hoped maybe it wouldn't happen. Or that it would happen sooner, rather than later.

But no. The day is here.

Guess who else is sick?

(and can someone PLEASE explain to me why this happened on the SAME &^#@ day she became proficient at flipping back to stomach, while still less-than-proficient at going back to her back, thusly ensuring she would wake EVERY FORTY FIVE MINUTES last night, and was wide-awake from 2 until 3? let's not even get started on how she tried to go on strike again, because I informed her she hasn't been paying her union dues, so she can go on strike if she likes but then she will be FIRED.)

sigh.

I am, in fact, sick.

Denial does not seem to be working. I am stuffy and achey and feel like hot butt.

I am definitely sick.

This is bullshit.

I am not sick.

My throat hurts from too much singing. Not because I'm sick. Because I'm NOT sick. I'm not going to spend the next ten days snorting nasal saline, gingerly swallowing, and sucking cold-eeze (which, for the curious, is A-OK for the nursing mother, according to kellymom.com).

and let's not even get started on who else in this house is NOT getting sick, because OH MY GOD I WILL JUST DIE.

Similarly, that same person is not screaming her fool head off in protest of a real nap in her crib and waking up her poor father who is trying to sleep before he goes back to work.

Denial: The Other White Meat

Cinco de Gracie

Someone is five months old today! I can't believe it.

Even though I really thought I'd wait until six months to start solids, we started right at 4.5 months. I had two reasons for this- I really thought she was ready, for a variety of reasons, and I was impatient. What? Some reasons are better than others. Anyway, she LOVES her oats and is learning to love sweet potatoes. Actually, she really already loves them, she just still gets weirded out wehn she first tastes them and has to remember she likes them. We're also starting to introduce a cup, which she loves, but spends lots of time dumping in her lap.



Sleep...yeah. She still never, ever sleeps. Ever. Ok, SOMETIMES she sleeps. Just not, you know, through the night, and not at all after, say 5am. Now that she's figured out this trick, she's either going to never sleep again, or I just hit the jackpot with self-soothing. I'm just choosing to believe option B, even though we have yet to hit option B in the last five months...I'm trying to be an optimist.

In Which I Am Original

So. Susan Boyle. Yeah, sorry. I know I'm like the nine billionth person in the world to have something to say about her, but here's the thing.

People talk about how it shouldn't be shocking that she's talented, and that we shouldn't judge a book by its cover, and why it's wrong to do that, and that's all true.

My thing is, I love her because she's an underdog. That's oversimplifying it. It's like...revenge? Or something. Because, yeah, it sucks to judge people based on their appearance, but in addition to all of us having done it at some point in our lives, we've all felt like it's happened to us, too. Right? I mean, how shitty does that feel? When she says she wants to be a singer, and they cut to the nasty girl rolling her eyes, we've ALL been sitting across from that nasty girl at some point. Well, except people who live on desert islands and manage to avoid going through junior high. The rest of us, though, have so been there, and we KNOW how much that hurts, and haven't we all wished we could show those nasty girls, once and for all? Susan Boyle is totally showing those nasty girls. They may be cuter, they may have more friends, but none of them can even dream of being as talented as her.

Or maybe it's just me and I'm hopelessly immature and grudge-holding. All I know is that the former drama freak in me can't watch that stupid video without getting all teary about it.

If I were a writer instead of a nurse, I would make a really awesome segue into a story about Bea Arthur, and how she was another woman who was not pretty, and was, in fact, awkward as hell, with her deep voice and enormous stature, but how she was also incredibly talented and made us all laugh. Unfortunately, I am a nurse, and so I can't think of a smooth way to get there. Isn't that a shame? That would've been awesome. This is why I'll always be a nurse and I'll never get to be a SAHM-blogger. Damn. Too bad I can't blame it on looking awkward so people will root for me to win America's Next Stay At Home Blogger...EDITED: um, for clarity: I can't blame it on looking awkward because you don't see bloggers. not because I think I'm all perfect-looking. au contraire. just had to, you know, clarify...

Banging on the Drum Optional

I don't wanna go to work tomorrow.

It's supposed to be another gorgeous day, plus Gracie was a horrible beast today (think Gracie v1.0, and don't forget to run away screaming and begging for mercy while you do that), and I think we should get a do-over of this gorgeous day.

No? Damn.

I think G is mad because she didnt' get to go to Rachel's gorgeous wedding. Who can blame her?