Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Holy busy week, Batman. I've been running around like mad DOING stuff. I know. I don't usually do stuff two days in a row. I need one day off in between doing stuff days to recover.
Thanksgiving is this week. For all of you that forgot. And that means charity adopt-a-family type things that I've been involved in at church. Grocery shopping for that was less painful than I had anticipated, and then there was sorting and delivering, etc. It's done and some sweet families have turkeys and potatoes and stuffing that wouldn't have been able to pull it off this year. That feels nice.
Poor Lucy didn't even have a single nap in her bed yesterday. That also partly because we went to see friends in the morning. I leave you with some evidence of the cuteness of the tiny friendships among these tiny people because I have a crap load of stuff to get done around here for Thanksgiving now that my obligations elsewhere have been fulfilled.
Lucy and Sicily having a conversation.
(Jack in the background busy playing)
They were actually smiling and cooing at each other. The cuteness!
Lucy and Molly posing for the camera. Cheese!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Why is it so hard to stay on track during the weekend? I'm so good all week and then the weekend comes, and I act like I'm still pregnant eating everything in sight. This week I'm only down half a pound. I'm pretty sure that has something to do with the bite of doughnut the Bubba gave me after church on Sunday. Oh, and the 80 brownies I ate at my Sunday afternoon meeting. and perhaps the roast and potatoes and gravy and biscuits for Sunday dinner. Sigh. At least we're still heading in the right direction. Chances are I'm not going to be the hottest babe at the Bubba's company Christmas party, but I can handle that, I suppose...
Ok, back to Lucy. Have I mentioned that she's awesome? I just really like her. She's great. And it's a good thing too, because man, I do a lot for this little child. We spent the last part of last week getting over that booster she had to have. She had a fever and didn't feel well. I gave up my ticket to the UW basketball game Thursday night. Yeah, and Thursday and Friday, I pretty much never got out of the rocking chair because Herself just wanted to rock and be held and nothing else.
One night we put on some new jammies that say "La nuit je dors avec tous mes amis" and it's all fuzzy and has little animal faces on the arms and feet. But I looked at her and realized that the outfit's kind of psychedelic - so I found a headband and she looks like she stepped out of an '80s workout video!
It's not my fault.
She fell asleep in the car at one point, and when I looked at her, she was fast asleep but was holding her arm up in a "seig heil" pose. Weird.
And I also have some finished knitting projects to show off, but that will have to wait until tomorrow because I hear the princess calling from her chambers. And that means it's time to muster the energy to get to the grocery store for Thanksgiving fare. I was avoiding the market this weekend knowing full well that it would be heinous. I hope Monday afternoon will be a little slower and I can just get my couple little things and get out without too much ado.
Wish me luck.
Friday, November 21, 2008
I haven't gone to the gym in weeks. When I'm able to go, I just can't muster the energy. Our gym doesn't have child care, so the able-to-go timeframe is before the Bubba goes to work or after he gets home - that is 5-6 am or 7-9 pm. I just can't fabricate enough motivation to make it work.
And it makes sense for us right now to concentrate on tightening the proverbial belt instead of the literal one.
I have to say, I'm a little bit disappointed. After Lucy was born, I had big plans to hire a personal trainer to help me along my post-partum weight loss route. Someone to show me what is effective with melting the incredibly tenacious back boobs.
I think I've learned that there's no magic bullet for the back boobs (or the gut, or the thunder thighs) and that general weight loss is the only thing that's going to cut it. That's a sad realization for a first time mom/nervous eater going into holiday season. I see a whole bunch of cookie temptations in my not-so-distant future. Mmmmm Lebkuchens.
But, I got the Biggest Loser workout DVD from the library the other day (Thank you, Jesus, for the library). And? It's awesome.
Have you seen that show? I think it's super inspirational - I'm not certain that loosing as much as possible as quickly as possible is really the healthiest thing, but the things these people do to push themselves are incredible!
And I like the cardio DVD for a more than a few reasons. You can do any part or all of the workouts in any order. So, no doing more than I can handle, and no getting bored. Also? It's really tough. No pussy-footing around for these guys. And there are people from the show doing the workout - that is to say porky people like me on the screen and not super skinny people that all do the moves effortlessly. I figure, if they're pushing themselves like that, I can too!
I've done it for two days now and it's totally kicking my butt. Actually, last night I slept poorly because I'm sore. I figured out that I can do one of the workouts and shower quick before Lucy wakes up from her morning nap.
Well, that of course, only happens if I don't spend the time blogging.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
My husband is a Pleaser. He very sincerely believes that there is a way to make everyone happy all the time. It's a frustrating quality, mostly because he sees us as a Unit and therefore everyone else is the target of the pleasing...
It looks like Lucy got some of those Pleaser genes.
We went to the doctor today to get the one booster that they were out of at her 2 month visit. I wanted to wait until the 4 month visit which is just in a couple of weeks here, but the nurse encouraged me to get it right away so there was no risk of running out again. I guess we shouldn't mess around with Polio.
We got in the exam room, and got Lu's pants off to bare her ample thighs to the nurse. The nurse poked Lucy, who cried breathlessly for approximately a second and a half. And then she was fine. As the nurse put a bandage on the injection spot, Lucy looked up and gave the nurse her biggest smile. And said "aaahlooooonnaaaaah". The nurse said it made her day and that children never smile at her because she gives the pokes and does the uncomfortable prodding and whatnot.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Time for a cuteness post starring Lulu Bugga-boo.
After Lucy's bath, we sat by the window looking at the cars go by, and I thought she couldn't look any cuter with her fuzzy hair all clean and fluffy and sticky-uppy.
These are also her new overalls which are my new favorite thing in her wardrobe - they are blue corduroy with apples on them. It's kind of hard not to put them on her every day.
And then I found a very girly pink bow for her hair.
And THEN, as if that wasn't enough, she's started talking non-stop. I don't know what triggered the change, but she spews a constant string of commentary from the second she wakes up.
I've been fighting with the machine trying to upload. I'll post a video as soon as stupid blogger will let me. Grrrr.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Today was not my finest achievement in the weigh-in department. Well, it wasn't wicked bad, I lost one surprise pound (which is still definitely something!). College friends of the Bubba's from Wash U were here to visit this weekend. College friends who aren't married and don't have kids. Who do things like go to bars without a moment's consideration. Who sleep in if they feel like it.
You get the point.
Wandering around downtown
Hunter and Nyree came from California and Chelsey came from Colorado. They stayed at Leif and Kristy's house, because God knows we don't have room for one guest, much less three!
Me and Lucy, Pioneer Square
(evidence of the new mom-buttless jeans)
(you're allowed to leave comments about how hot I look)
And we did things that we haven't done since way before Lucy was born (I was totally antisocial in the last few - ok 4 - months of pregnancy). We went wandering through galleries downtown. And then the boys stayed home with Lucy and Enza and watched football while the girls went shopping in the boutiques of Ballard and to a wine bar for a mid-afternoon snack. It was amazing.
And that evening we put the babies to bed and had a lovely dinner of roast beef and sweet potatoes mashed with kale and cheese, and french bread! and gravy! and spinach salad! with candied pecans! and more wine! And I didn't worry about watching what I ate. And we told funny stories and we laughed. And it was like no time at all had passed since the last time we saw them. And yet there were so many stories to tell and toasts to toast.
Those are my favorite kind of friends. The kind that when you see them even if it's after years of being apart, it's as if nothing has changed.
Lucy loved the attention. She and Enza were passed around and loved all weekend. Lucy's vocabulary has widened just from the weekend too - I don't know if it was being around so many talkers or what, but she came up with the "d" sound as well as some strings of gobbledygook that clearly mean something very important and intelligent, ifyouplease.
It also changed her sleeping. God help us. Since the weekend revolved around (gasp!) us, Lucy had to sleep when she slept and eat when she ate instead of being on a meet-every-need-before-it-is-manifested schedule. So, the past two nights after 10 glorious nights of solid sleep, Lucy's been waking up twice or three times. Sigh.
But it was worth it.
Friday, November 14, 2008
I finally broke down and bought myself some "transition" clothes yesterday.
I went to the mall with the intention of taking back some clothes that don't fit Lu. Which turned out awesome, in fact, because the store I returned them to was having a huge sale. So now Lucy has two new pants, two shirts, and a jacket. All in exchange for a couple of little things. It's a little crazy, but she wears 6-12 month sizes from that store. Yeesh.
Anyhoo, enough about her, back to me.
I haven't wanted to buy any clothes for this transition period from huge babyness to regular old me. Partly because I kind of don't want myself to be comfortable in this period. I would like to get to my old weight as soon as possible and not dally around in clothes that fit this body.
Also partly because as most of you guys know as well as I do, babies are freaking expensive. I have had a hard time justifying spending money on clothes that I'll (hopefully) only wear for a couple more months when the hospital bills from the turned-out-to-be-nothing fever just about brought us to our knees.
Well, I decided that things that cover my rather large posterior slipped from the "want" category into the "need" slot. I figured everyone would thank me. And? As I was walking through the mall yesterday having made this decision, I already started feeling a little better about myself.
So I went to one of the department stores and decided that a pair of right-now jeans would be in order considering I wear them every single day. Now, remember that Lucy is in the stroller, her head on a pivot, wanting to see everything at once, getting tired and over stimulated. Imagine me trapped half naked with her in a tiny dressing room. No thank you.
But all of a sudden the planets aligned. Lucy fell asleep! I found a sale rack with all kinds of jeans! There was a huge dressing room open! It was meant to be.
And I found a pair of jeans after only trying on 5 pair. Not bad if you ask me. They're not super nice jeans, or sexy or trendy. Just jeans. But they fit me, and they're not a heinously large size, which makes me feel pretty good. They're not the low-rise kind that I've always gotten (since I have slim legs and hips and a belly that's a size or two bigger - I've always had to choose which I'd like to fit) and that made me a little hesitant. The rise is just below my belly button, which screams middle-aged mom to me, but they don't give me "mom butt" which was basically my only criteria.
It's funny how one little pair of jeans that fit can make such a difference. I don't have to squeeze into my regular jeans anymore and the big pregnancy pants are just too big and give me elephant legs. So jeans that actually fit feel good! And when I feel better about myself, I start taking better care of myself. I might even get to the gym tonight.
And then hopefully before too long these will be my new Thanksgiving to Christmas fat pants.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
So many people tell you when you're pregnant that as soon as that creature leaves your body, you're going to see the baby and instantly fall in love. And maybe I believed that, too, since the baby websites talk about all the oxytocin and dopamine that are released into your system after the baby's born that make you feel warm and fuzzy and motherly.
When Lucy was placed on my chest seconds after breathing her very first breath ever, I remember the only emotion I felt was surprise. What? This is a baby! What is it doing here? What?! IT'S MINE?? And I cried. Mostly because of relief that I wouldn't have to push any more, a little because I was so exhausted, and some because OMG, I just pushed a BABY out of my belly!
And I LOVED her at that moment. Really, if you want to get technical, I loved her from the moment I knew she was in my belly somewhere, somehow. But at the hospital, I wondered, when is this baby's parents going to come pick her up? And I was surprised when the staff at the hospital was going to let me leave with this tiny person.
Home in those first weeks, I marveled at Lucy's every noise, every bodily function, every sleepy movement. But I still wasn't sure I had that miraculous Mommy Bond. I mean, I couldn't leave her without feeling physical pain, I felt the driving need to feed her and keep her clean and warm, but was I in love with her? The fairy tale (sigh) loooooove? I would categorize those feelings more along the lines of anxiety.
I think I just caught up with the love and twitterpation hard core in the last few weeks. Or maybe it has just slowly grown into what it is now. Now, I am completely enamored, girl-can-do-no-wrong, completely smitten with this baby. I find so much JOY in Lucy's facial expressions, in her figuring out how to use her hands, in her emerging sense of humor. I had no idea the amount of sheer adoration one could have, and I am often swept up in it. It just happened to take a little longer than immediately.
Lately, when she's done nursing, she'll play a game where she'll suck a few times and then make a suction noise while pulling back to look and me and smile. Then she'll go back, suck a few times and repeat until she gets tired of the game. It is so incredibly endearing and it makes me laugh out loud every time.
I lurve my baby. Who's all of 3 months old already!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Well, Hiya! Sorry I haven't posted in a while. It seems I've been busy. Let me catch you up.
When I get an idea, I have to follow through to the very end immediately. I have a real hard time with long term goals - I have to break everything down into daily or weekly goals or nothing at all will get done.
When I start a book, if it's good (or sometimes if I really hate it and just want to get it over with) I will stay up all hours to finish it even if it takes a couple of days/nights. When I clean, I start with the bathroom because even just a half hour in there makes a shiny difference.
One could say I'm a fan of instant gratification - though I'm not sure that's entirely accurate. I don't mind hard work. I just like to see the fruits of my labors appear very quickly.
Well, I started a project. Last Thursday morning. And, of course, that means that I can't come up for air until it's done.
You know those baby "gyms" where the baby lays on a mat and the toys hang from bars arced above them? Well, Lucy LOVES them when she's at friends' houses. She's entertained and fascinated for a huge chunk of time. I decided she should have one. But - did you check out that link? - they're like 60-80 dollars!! I can't justify that for something she'll enjoy for a matter of months! And besides? Half of them light up and play songs and beep and whirl and I find those to be generally OBNOXIOUS and crap. And I don't want something obnoxious in the middle of my (tiny!) living room for the next 9 months.
When are they going to make baby toys that are not extremely unpleasant to parents?? I know it makes me a huge dork, but I decided to make one myself with my fabric remnants and a couple of clothing items bound for goodwill.
It turned out pretty ok, if you ask me... Her favorite by far is the star with bells for hands and feet (nice, mellow bell sounds, thankyouverymuch). She also has a pair of dice with fuzzy dots - as opposed to fuzzy dice. I even put little boxes of split peas in them so they rattle (I even MADE the little boxes. Yeah. I'm that good.). And then just a fuzzy red and white poof ball.
So now I have time to be baby-in-arms-less while she explores her little dangly friends! It's so nice!
Another thing that has allowed me some time not holding a baby that wants to be entertained? A Bumbo seat. My little tiny baby looks all big and growns up in her new chair!
She loves sitting tall and being able to see everything going on - so I can actually make dinner! It only lasts a very limited amount of time thus far, but we're working on getting used to it.
So YAY me! More blogging and working time! We will all gain from this, I'm sure.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I ate dinner on the kitchen floor tonight. I sat with my bowl of chili that has been stewing in the crock pot all day and I had the most wonderful dinner companion sitting in her swing talking to me the whole time. She smiled and laughed her "ccckkkkk" laugh and basically told me how happy she is that I was around.
Even though the Bubba was in San Diego doing his big important meet the architects meetings and schmoozing dinners, I went to my youth group thang. Oh, did I tell you? I started helping out with youth group at our church. It's my Wednesday gig now. Two hours-ish of hanging with middle schoolers learning how to be faithful and good little people in their every day lives. And I learn a little from them too. It's a good trade. And it's something fulfilling for me to do outside of my little at-home world with Lucy.
So I went to youth group tonight. And I left Lucy with friends. Normally, I leave her either with the Bubba or not really ever longer than an hour or so with other people. I had to leave her for two. Whole. Hours. And I totally did. I never even checked my phone. I only thought briefly that I hope she wasn't melting down like she has the last couple nights. And I only once or twice asked myself if I mentioned that the pumped milk was in the fridge.
And I missed her. It was great to get back home and see her smile. What an amazing little person! And she is sitting next to me in her swing, and (I imagine) is telling me everything that happened while I was away as I am slurping down my chili. An amazing conversationalist, she won't let me get away with not responding. She's insisting on her points in her convicted little way.
Lucy's awesome. Every once in a while I look up from my day-to-day humdrum and say my God, how did I get so blessed? I am so blessed to be sitting on the kitchen floor with a bowl of chili and this sweet amazing baby.
And now it's time for the humdrum routine of bedtime. But I have a feeling that the magic of this moment's going to linger for a little while...
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I kept Lucy up this morning so that she'd pass out when I put her in the Moby to take the walk to the Fremont Baptist Church to cast our votes. She obliged beautifully - she fell asleep before we even walked out the door.
On the way to the church, I stopped and treated myself to a decaf latte just to congratulate myself on my right to vote and add another bit of occasion. The barista told me that she heard the lines at the fremont polling place were two hours long. That dampered my coffee treat a little as I imagined trying to breastfeed Lucy or change her diaper while waiting in line to vote. Ugh - *shudder*.
But we got to the church and I waited in line behind only two people to sign in and get my ballot. It's chilly in Seattle today - mid forties - and Lucy and I bundled up against the cold wind for the walk. Well, the church was about 80 bazillion degrees with the people moving about in two small rooms and I had the hot coffee that felt so nice when we were outside. As I leaned over to sign my name on the ballot registration sheet, I could feel two drips of sweat course down my back. To make things more interesting, Lucy woke up the moment we stepped into line.
Even though the registration line was short, the line for the booths was considerably longer. And there were no extra pens to be had in the entirety of Fremont in order to take the ballot even into the church and fill it out in a pew, so I waited dutifully for a booth with a pens attached.
Bounce, bounce, bounce, "Shhhhhhhhh, it's ok, Lucy" bounce bounce bounce. Sweat running down my neck. Bounce, bounce. Sing Twinkle Twinkle under my breath to Lucy, wipe sweat from my temple. God, why won't someone let me go in front of them?
Finally a guy came in and announced to the huge crowd of people waiting for a booth "There are more booths in the room around the corner" in a duh!-you-didn't-know-already? sort of tone. I rushed to the other room, and lo and behold! A booth! For me! By this time, Lucy's fussing and wanting to get out of the Moby. Ugh.
Bounce, bounce, fill in the YES circle, bounce, swing, bounce, bounce, fill in the NO circle. Wipe sweat from forehead. "You're ok, Lucy, we're almost done!" It didn't help. She started full-on crying, so I had to extricate her from the folds of the Moby and hold her facing outward so she could flirt with the people around us. Except! Everyone around us was voting! No one to entertain the Lu-Bird! Excruciating! Wah!
Take break from voting to apologize to the room of people for my crying baby. No one looks up. Try to make sure I remember who and what I'm voting for as I turn back to my ballot. Realize I filled in the YES box on one issue that I meant to fill in NO. Crap. Have mild panic attack. Cross out the YES and fill in the NO circle.
Shift 15 pound sack of whine to sit on my leg as I press my foot into my right leg. Quickly go through the voter's pamphlet to make sure I'm voting the way I want to.
Skip reviewing the finished ballot in order to move with the crying baby, hoping that I at least got my presidential and gubernatorial votes right. I'm pretty sure I did.
Put my ballot into the machine - which spits it right back out because of my YES to NO vote. People look up. Oops. Slide the ballot in the side and get the eff out of the sauna that is the polling rooms.
Done. Whew. Even though the ceremony of today was a little bit marred, I still got my vote in. And it'll be counted. How awesome is that?
Monday, November 3, 2008
We dealt with a major fussypants last night as we wrapped up a super busy weekend. Our costumes for the party Friday night ended up being only a little bit lame. Lucy was the cutest little pun'kin you ever did see, and the Bubba and I were mommy and daddy pumpkins.
Cute enough for the last minute.
Then Saturday we went to a baby shower for some friends that are due at the beginning of December. Maggie throws a mean party, yo. And I left with a bunch of loot - who knew I was such a genius at the Price is Right - Baby Items? Ok, well, I guess I DID just go through buying or wanting to buy all kinds of baby crap in the past few months...
Eliana tickling "Baby Woocie"
Back at home we were all trying to recover from a late-ish night and a busy morning, and my Bubba turned to me and said "Thanks for making us such nice friends." This struck me as super funny. Partially because it's silly, and partially because it's true. The Bubba's not really an outgoing person. Don't get me wrong, he's a great conversationalist and is funny and fun. He's just not assertive and won't go out and meet people. While I on the other hand, well, I walk up to people hand extended and say "Hi, I'm Lizzie, I'd like to know you." (Much to the everlasting embarrassment of the Bubba)
But we do have nice friends and I love it. Even last summer, this wasn't the case. We see a great group of guys from the Bubba's work intermittently, but they're mostly single or married without kids and you know that once you have a wife and a kid, those relationships kind of change. Especially when all of your conversation topics include eating and sleeping patterns and new skill developments in infants...
One of the things I really love about this our group now is that we all really enjoy each others' kids. Each baby is passed from one person to the next and everybody takes turns holding the little babies and playing with the toddlers. We're all in the same stage of families, one or two babies, same general age group. And you know that the fact that we're all battling sleep issues and we all understand developmental concerns bonds people together faster than you can say "Who's my girl?"
Sunday was church, and I started tutoring again on Sundays. It works out pretty well. The Bubba has a couple hours of Lucy time and I'm able to get out and do something intellectually stimulating. I work for a privately owned tutoring company that is about 5 miles away, and I rode my bike there yesterday. It's so nice to get back on my bike! Except for the fact that I'm so painfully out of shape from three months of sitting on my plump duff.
It was a great weekend, but Lucy's been out of sorts since we didn't really pay any attention to a sleeping schedule, just letting her pass out in our arms whenever, wherever we were. So last night getting her to bed was a battle. But she woke up happy this morning and we're going to stay close to home and just lay around here. We need a day off of doing stuff.