Thursday, February 9, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
It seems nowadays I rarely have a topic that I want to go in depth into on a blog posts, I just have a series of random thoughts. So maybe this is the new thing for me for a while. At least until I can make a collection of thoughts worthy of a "topic". Or maybe I have ADHD and can't focus long enough on one thing to be considered a "topic". Or maybe it's just having a 8 week old baby.
I don't know.
Whatever. For what it's worth...
*There is nothing like the time spent in a hospital with your husband and a brand new baby. As I think back on each time this has happened, I feel that the time you are cocooned away from the real world in that quiet place, staring in awe at your new baby, is something that cannot be replicated anywhere. It is amazing and I don't know if there is anything you can do to feel more connected to your spouse. I'm so thankful even on our third baby that we were able to spend this time together before coming back home to our loud and busy life.
*I feel like a failure if I have sandwiches for dinner. Sandwiches are totally acceptable for a Saturday or snow day lunch, but for dinner, I can tell I haven't given it my A game. HOWEVER, I made a nice crock pot dinner for tonight so, WINNING! Onion goggles and all!!
*Luke came into our bedroom at 6:30 last Saturday morning, with his pillow and his stuffed animals, requesting that he might climb into our bed and sleep wiff us. I am quite sure that if he was able to say with instead of wiff, he might not have made it into our bed at 6:30, but gosh darnit, can you resist when a little kid asks if he can sleep wiff you? I don't know how.
*I am consumed with my hair right now. I had an appointment on Wednesday, and decided that since my natural color is getting so far from what I like it to look like, I should color it instead of highlighting it. However, the first inch or so from my scalp looks now like I am in 8th grade experimenting with Sun-In. I know any kid who grew up in the 80's knows just what look I am talking about. And, there is a streak or two on the sides above my ears that turned out in the white/blue family. I am embarressed to go out in public with it, but when I called my hairstylist to discuss, she ended up making me feel like I have unrealistic expectations of what my hair should be able to do with a color. Really? Then why not advise me against it in the first place? How about, even though I thought it looked great, the most important thing is for you to be happy with your hair so why don't you come in so we can fix it. So, I'm going back in today to hopefully get it adjusted while trying to convince her that there is even a problem in the first place.
I think it's time to break up with her.
Why is breaking up with your hairstylist so hard?
*My clothes have actually started to mock me in my closet. I hear them every time I walk by.
*I'm loving two new shows. Portlandia is on Friday nights on IFC channel. So funny. Directed by Lorne Michaels of SNL if that tells you much so sometimes it's way out there. Also, Napoleon Dynamite, animated! Love it.
*I'm not as proud to admit to my Kardashian watching as of late. You see, I'm in a recliner for a good part of my days with the baby girl, so you have to turn on something, and, well, the Kardashians are always on E channel, so it sort of happened by accident. It is wildly entertaining despite being completely over the top and as far from our lives as it can be.
I don't know.
Whatever. For what it's worth...
*There is nothing like the time spent in a hospital with your husband and a brand new baby. As I think back on each time this has happened, I feel that the time you are cocooned away from the real world in that quiet place, staring in awe at your new baby, is something that cannot be replicated anywhere. It is amazing and I don't know if there is anything you can do to feel more connected to your spouse. I'm so thankful even on our third baby that we were able to spend this time together before coming back home to our loud and busy life.
*I feel like a failure if I have sandwiches for dinner. Sandwiches are totally acceptable for a Saturday or snow day lunch, but for dinner, I can tell I haven't given it my A game. HOWEVER, I made a nice crock pot dinner for tonight so, WINNING! Onion goggles and all!!
*Luke came into our bedroom at 6:30 last Saturday morning, with his pillow and his stuffed animals, requesting that he might climb into our bed and sleep wiff us. I am quite sure that if he was able to say with instead of wiff, he might not have made it into our bed at 6:30, but gosh darnit, can you resist when a little kid asks if he can sleep wiff you? I don't know how.
*I am consumed with my hair right now. I had an appointment on Wednesday, and decided that since my natural color is getting so far from what I like it to look like, I should color it instead of highlighting it. However, the first inch or so from my scalp looks now like I am in 8th grade experimenting with Sun-In. I know any kid who grew up in the 80's knows just what look I am talking about. And, there is a streak or two on the sides above my ears that turned out in the white/blue family. I am embarressed to go out in public with it, but when I called my hairstylist to discuss, she ended up making me feel like I have unrealistic expectations of what my hair should be able to do with a color. Really? Then why not advise me against it in the first place? How about, even though I thought it looked great, the most important thing is for you to be happy with your hair so why don't you come in so we can fix it. So, I'm going back in today to hopefully get it adjusted while trying to convince her that there is even a problem in the first place.
I think it's time to break up with her.
Why is breaking up with your hairstylist so hard?
*My clothes have actually started to mock me in my closet. I hear them every time I walk by.
*I'm loving two new shows. Portlandia is on Friday nights on IFC channel. So funny. Directed by Lorne Michaels of SNL if that tells you much so sometimes it's way out there. Also, Napoleon Dynamite, animated! Love it.
*I'm not as proud to admit to my Kardashian watching as of late. You see, I'm in a recliner for a good part of my days with the baby girl, so you have to turn on something, and, well, the Kardashians are always on E channel, so it sort of happened by accident. It is wildly entertaining despite being completely over the top and as far from our lives as it can be.
Oh my. Need I say more?
Just proof for the future that a mommy really did exist and didn't just take all the pictures
The boys said, "We made Josie!"
What girl doesn't need to lounge around in her robe every now and then?
And, finally, here's what happens when you leave a baby unattended:
One of these things is not like the other....
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Brain Dump
I often think of things I want to blog about at 3 a.m. when I am sitting up nursing. Unfortunately I don't have a pen and paper to jot things down then, so hopefully this post will let me unclog my brain a bit. These are just some bits and pieces of thoughts, plus a few pictures of course.
*The other day Luke walked past me in his typical fashion naked on the way to a shower. As he rounded the corner leaving the kitchen, he said, "Nationwide has a productible." I started laughing and asked him to come back and tell me again what he said. My response was, "First of all, it's a deductible, and second, why do you even know that?" When Rob got home, I said, "Luke, what is Nationwide again?" to see if he would repeat it, and this time he said, "Nationwide is on your side!" I then said, "I know, but what is Nationwide?" and he said, "I don't know, I think it's an insurance company or something."
So, if there's any doubt that advertising works, there's proof in the pudding.
*Demi Moore is seeking treatment for exhaustion.
Oh, I know! I have a great idea for treatment!!
It's called... rest! Sleep! Stop moving! Lay down!
There, I gave you all of that treatment for a respectably low price. I knew I should have been a therapist.
*I am crazy in love with my bebe. She makes me happy. Even when she engages in such tom foolery as nursing for an hour at 3 a.m. instead of the normal 30 minutes. Or pooing the moment I have the 756th snap resnapped from the poo I just changed. I still adore her. But honestly! Was there some sort of strike enacted by the local 341 chapter of baby sleeper makers that prohibits using less than 756 snaps on a sleeper, and forbids the use of much easier zippers? I think I'm getting tendinitis from too much snapping!
*My task this month has been to figure out how/when/where to give Josie her naps. She is starting to get to the age where I think she can learn to get herself to sleep, so I finally figured out how to use this:
Technically, it's called a "swaddler" but let's not mince words, it's a straight jacket. I was telling Rob that she sort of fusses when she is getting put into it, and he said, "Uh, maybe because.... it's a straight jacket?"
Right on brother, but once she's in she gives a few squawks and she's out. Now, she's even graduated from the swing to the crib and things seem to be working out there so I'm feeling some success in my napping endeavors. Spellcheck doesn't like my use of the word "crib" and is suggesting instead "CPR" or "ibo" so henceforth in this post, I shall refer to it as her ibo. I still wake her up once it's time to eat though, until her two month appointment when we see how her weight is doing, so I don't know really how long she would sleep in the ibo if I let her.
*I feel like I may never wear a pair of jeans again, or at least, a pair of pants that don't have an elastic waist. I know it's only been 6 weeks but c'mon man. It's so much fun to lose 35 of my 50 pounds in 12 days or so that now that I'm stalling out it's not nearly as much fun to get on the scale. I honestly feel like my saddlebag is snuggling down deep and getting comfortable for a long, long stay. I look longingly at the cute things in the stores and wonder when or if they will ever grace my body again. Sigh. But see point 3. Totally worth it.
Here's a couple other pictures just for the heck of it. Till next time...
*The other day Luke walked past me in his typical fashion naked on the way to a shower. As he rounded the corner leaving the kitchen, he said, "Nationwide has a productible." I started laughing and asked him to come back and tell me again what he said. My response was, "First of all, it's a deductible, and second, why do you even know that?" When Rob got home, I said, "Luke, what is Nationwide again?" to see if he would repeat it, and this time he said, "Nationwide is on your side!" I then said, "I know, but what is Nationwide?" and he said, "I don't know, I think it's an insurance company or something."
So, if there's any doubt that advertising works, there's proof in the pudding.
*Demi Moore is seeking treatment for exhaustion.
Oh, I know! I have a great idea for treatment!!
It's called... rest! Sleep! Stop moving! Lay down!
There, I gave you all of that treatment for a respectably low price. I knew I should have been a therapist.
*I am crazy in love with my bebe. She makes me happy. Even when she engages in such tom foolery as nursing for an hour at 3 a.m. instead of the normal 30 minutes. Or pooing the moment I have the 756th snap resnapped from the poo I just changed. I still adore her. But honestly! Was there some sort of strike enacted by the local 341 chapter of baby sleeper makers that prohibits using less than 756 snaps on a sleeper, and forbids the use of much easier zippers? I think I'm getting tendinitis from too much snapping!
*My task this month has been to figure out how/when/where to give Josie her naps. She is starting to get to the age where I think she can learn to get herself to sleep, so I finally figured out how to use this:
Right on brother, but once she's in she gives a few squawks and she's out. Now, she's even graduated from the swing to the crib and things seem to be working out there so I'm feeling some success in my napping endeavors. Spellcheck doesn't like my use of the word "crib" and is suggesting instead "CPR" or "ibo" so henceforth in this post, I shall refer to it as her ibo. I still wake her up once it's time to eat though, until her two month appointment when we see how her weight is doing, so I don't know really how long she would sleep in the ibo if I let her.
*I feel like I may never wear a pair of jeans again, or at least, a pair of pants that don't have an elastic waist. I know it's only been 6 weeks but c'mon man. It's so much fun to lose 35 of my 50 pounds in 12 days or so that now that I'm stalling out it's not nearly as much fun to get on the scale. I honestly feel like my saddlebag is snuggling down deep and getting comfortable for a long, long stay. I look longingly at the cute things in the stores and wonder when or if they will ever grace my body again. Sigh. But see point 3. Totally worth it.
Here's a couple other pictures just for the heck of it. Till next time...
It's possible he can love no other woman more than this one.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Hello
Hello friends!
I know you've given me a pass with the new baby and all but don't think I haven't thought of the both of you while I've been gone.
Things are great here with baby girl. Her brothers are smothering her with kisses whenever they can and I'm sure can't wait until she's a bit more interactive with them. They have their falling down and dance moves all prepared to make her laugh, but so far the only laughing we've seen is in her sleep.
I'm remembering how little a person can get done during the day. I've had a very productive morning already but I realize it's at the expense of the naps I so like to grab while Josie is napping. But it feels so good to cross a thing or two off on my always growing to-do list that I might just have to give up the sleep.
Lessee--Josie had her one month birthday this week, so I had to take a picture of her on that day:
Thump. Thump. Thwack. Thump. Thump. Thwack.
"You know, it's really great to be a baby, because actually, you get WHATEVER you want all the time. It's sort of like you are the king of the house. I mean, for our birthday, you get to be the king for the day, but for Josie, she's like the king ALL of the time."
I know you've given me a pass with the new baby and all but don't think I haven't thought of the both of you while I've been gone.
Things are great here with baby girl. Her brothers are smothering her with kisses whenever they can and I'm sure can't wait until she's a bit more interactive with them. They have their falling down and dance moves all prepared to make her laugh, but so far the only laughing we've seen is in her sleep.
I'm remembering how little a person can get done during the day. I've had a very productive morning already but I realize it's at the expense of the naps I so like to grab while Josie is napping. But it feels so good to cross a thing or two off on my always growing to-do list that I might just have to give up the sleep.
Lessee--Josie had her one month birthday this week, so I had to take a picture of her on that day:
She is really doing great. She has even given us a few smiles when we really work at it and she is studying our face. She is only usually fussy in the evenings and it's nothing that a pacifier can't fix. Which is crazy I'm even saying that because I was pretty anti-paci the first few times around but she really seems to like it. She is doing well at night, I actually usually wake her up around 3 am to feed her. She is a sluggish eater compared to her voracious brothers who gained 5 lbs and grew 4 inches by their 2 month appointment. I just need to get those numbers out of my head since little girl hasn't even gotten back to her birth weight yet! I think you can tell looking at her vs. those early pictures that her face doesn't look as round. Who knows... I have started taking a nasty tasting herbal liquid supplement to try to increase my milk production, but to be honest I don't think it's my supply as much as her demand. She seems happy though and has the required number of wet diapers each day so we'll just have to go with that for now....
Here's a few other cute pictures from the past month:
I am not a fan of this picture but if I don't post it it might appear to Josie that she actually did not have a mother for the first 6 months or so of her life so it has to happen!
The annual grandkid pj picture.
Christmas Eve
She loves to smile in her sleep
I got onion goggles for Christmas. I'm so excited! And I just know that one day I will again cook and cut an onion. Right?
With great grandma
Don't I look so Pamela Anderson here? Love those nursing boobies! I finally got to get in the hot tub. How fun.
Ok. So the cardinal really needs to go.
I know I was waxing sentimental about the cardinal not very long ago, and in truth, it did give me peace at the time. I am not sure why he is still around. But despite the peace he has given me, I am cursing him under my breath while he throws himself against the window between 2 and 3 pm and I am trying to take a nap with baby girl lying on my chest in the recliner. The house is quiet and peaceful except for something like this.
Thump. Thump. Thwack. Thump. Thump. Thwack.
Over. And. Over. Again. For. An Hour.
Love you cardinal! Thanks so much for your help and well wishes! Now bye bye then!
Other quick thoughts before I go wake up little missy for another feeding. Jack has realized that it is actually great to be baby. He said,
"You know, it's really great to be a baby, because actually, you get WHATEVER you want all the time. It's sort of like you are the king of the house. I mean, for our birthday, you get to be the king for the day, but for Josie, she's like the king ALL of the time."
Amen brother, that is so true. Lucky we are all so crazy about her or that could become a problem!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
{love}
Introducing our newest member of the family, Josie Evelen Miller. Her middle name is a combination of my grandmothers' names, Evelyn and Helen.
Josie came as expected on Friday, December 9th by c-section, at 10:36. She weighed in at a whopping 10 lbs, 15.7 ounces. They joked that if she hadn't peed right after coming out but before getting weighed, the 3 tenths of an ounce probably would have been there still and she would have come in at an even 11 lbs. She was 22 1/4 inches long. Everything went great and we are all very infatuated around here with her.
God is so good!
Josie came as expected on Friday, December 9th by c-section, at 10:36. She weighed in at a whopping 10 lbs, 15.7 ounces. They joked that if she hadn't peed right after coming out but before getting weighed, the 3 tenths of an ounce probably would have been there still and she would have come in at an even 11 lbs. She was 22 1/4 inches long. Everything went great and we are all very infatuated around here with her.
God is so good!
Monday, December 5, 2011
Getting closer!
I had another doctor appointment this morning. Now the prediction is that baby girl is weighing in at a whopping 10 lbs 14 ounces. Can I hear a collective "ouch"? The ultrasound tech actually said her machine maxes out at a certain level so many of my measurements were "off the charts" so it would say a number with an asterisk meaning probably more than this. However, the doctor maintains that often the ultrasounds are on the overstated side so she thinks probably closer to about 10 1/2 lbs. That did happen with Jack, they had estimated about 9 lbs 3 weeks before I had him, and he came in 1/2 oz shy of 9 lbs so it is quite possible that baby isn't AS large as predicted.
However, based on this information, the doctor is recommending a C section now for Friday. While this scares me since I have never had one, the thought of delivering a baby this large otherwise scares me too, so at least the doctor feels this is the safer alternative than trying to have the baby and it getting stuck. However, if I go into labor on my own between now and then, we'll see what happens. Yikes!!
After seeing these amazing 3D photos, the boys even said, "Wow, there really is a baby in there!" I could relate to that feeling. Despite having 9 months to wrap my brain around this, it is still hard for me to believe sometimes that there is a real live baby in there that is coming out in just a few short days.
However, based on this information, the doctor is recommending a C section now for Friday. While this scares me since I have never had one, the thought of delivering a baby this large otherwise scares me too, so at least the doctor feels this is the safer alternative than trying to have the baby and it getting stuck. However, if I go into labor on my own between now and then, we'll see what happens. Yikes!!
After seeing these amazing 3D photos, the boys even said, "Wow, there really is a baby in there!" I could relate to that feeling. Despite having 9 months to wrap my brain around this, it is still hard for me to believe sometimes that there is a real live baby in there that is coming out in just a few short days.
Look at those cheeks! Oh my goodness. She's rubbing her eye. I think she looks like me as a baby here.
So I'm not taking all the responsibility for the size now. It's justified, right?
Friday, December 2, 2011
Labor Inducing
It seems my environment is doing all it can to try to put me into labor this week.
On Tuesday, I hit a dog while taking the boys to school. If you have never hit anything, it is absolutely the worst feeling to feel that thud under your car. The thing was, I saw this dog frolicking like a madman in his yard so I should have thought that he might be a threat to run out in front of me, but I didn't slow down like I should have, even though I was probably only going about 30. Anyway, reports are that he is ok, he's just lost a tooth and has a broken toenail or two. I still feel really bad, but it really wasn't my fault.
Today, on the way to school, a high schooler stopped at stop sign pulled out in front of me while I was on the main road with no stop signs. I stopped literally inches from hitting him. I even saw his facial expression as he realized he'd pulled out right in front of me and we were probably going to collide. The old van's brakes came through, though, because brother, I had them to the floor. Dear readers, this poor uterus can't take much more. I clenched up like a fist and started crying from the closeness of a near accident. I was probably equally upset that I'd almost gotten into an accident (again, not my fault) 9 months pregnant, combined with the fact that I was wearing my pj's with just a sweatshirt and pants pulled on with my pj's, no bra, fuzzy colorful socks, and tennis shoes that are so tight I can only slip them on but not tie them. I really wasn't planning on having to get out of my car this morning yet. Luckily, I didn't have to. But then, Jack keeps asking, "What happened?" (were they not in the car?), I am crying so I'm not answering him, and Luke keeps gently reminding me that I haven't answered Jack's question and that's not polite. When I tell Jack I'm crying because we almost got into an accident, he can only wonder why I'd be crying, because it wasn't my fault. (You should know he is neck deep into some sort of self taught seminar right now on assigning blame whenever possible, as long as it doesn't fall onto yourself, so this 'who's to blame' portion is incredibly relevant to him right now). Which now that I reread this post, maybe comes naturally, because I've claimed twice already that it wasn't my fault. Hmmm.
So, I somewhat collected myself to at least smile and wave (Just smile and wave, boys...) to the teachers standing outside while I dropped the boys off, and came home to promptly medicate myself with 1 or 3 brownies and a cappucinno. What? You've never heard of morning brownies? Well, that's like never doing a desk pop. What? You don't know what doing a desk pop is? Then you need to get into your car, like right now, and drive straight to your local video store to rent The Other Guys. I've seen it something around 873 times and it still makes me laugh the whole time. I realize the relevancy of these movie quotes right now might be escaping you, because it is escaping me, but, whatever.
Because, speaking of labor inducing, it is set to happen one week from now. T minus 7 and counting. Which coincidentally, happens to also be my birthday. I usually don't choose to have an incredible painful day where I'm known to yell profanities for my birthday, but I also have never gotten such a great gift, so it's a good balance.
Sooo, unless the stress of two scary on the way to school incidents push me over the edge sooner, that is our plan! The Christmas gifts are bought, the decorations are up, and I even started to wrap presents yesterday. The crib is waiting, the clothes are clean and folded in the drawers, the diaper drawer is stocked, and the car seat is in. Now all we need is a big fat healthy bouncing baby. Oh, and a name.
Stay tuned!
On Tuesday, I hit a dog while taking the boys to school. If you have never hit anything, it is absolutely the worst feeling to feel that thud under your car. The thing was, I saw this dog frolicking like a madman in his yard so I should have thought that he might be a threat to run out in front of me, but I didn't slow down like I should have, even though I was probably only going about 30. Anyway, reports are that he is ok, he's just lost a tooth and has a broken toenail or two. I still feel really bad, but it really wasn't my fault.
Today, on the way to school, a high schooler stopped at stop sign pulled out in front of me while I was on the main road with no stop signs. I stopped literally inches from hitting him. I even saw his facial expression as he realized he'd pulled out right in front of me and we were probably going to collide. The old van's brakes came through, though, because brother, I had them to the floor. Dear readers, this poor uterus can't take much more. I clenched up like a fist and started crying from the closeness of a near accident. I was probably equally upset that I'd almost gotten into an accident (again, not my fault) 9 months pregnant, combined with the fact that I was wearing my pj's with just a sweatshirt and pants pulled on with my pj's, no bra, fuzzy colorful socks, and tennis shoes that are so tight I can only slip them on but not tie them. I really wasn't planning on having to get out of my car this morning yet. Luckily, I didn't have to. But then, Jack keeps asking, "What happened?" (were they not in the car?), I am crying so I'm not answering him, and Luke keeps gently reminding me that I haven't answered Jack's question and that's not polite. When I tell Jack I'm crying because we almost got into an accident, he can only wonder why I'd be crying, because it wasn't my fault. (You should know he is neck deep into some sort of self taught seminar right now on assigning blame whenever possible, as long as it doesn't fall onto yourself, so this 'who's to blame' portion is incredibly relevant to him right now). Which now that I reread this post, maybe comes naturally, because I've claimed twice already that it wasn't my fault. Hmmm.
So, I somewhat collected myself to at least smile and wave (Just smile and wave, boys...) to the teachers standing outside while I dropped the boys off, and came home to promptly medicate myself with 1 or 3 brownies and a cappucinno. What? You've never heard of morning brownies? Well, that's like never doing a desk pop. What? You don't know what doing a desk pop is? Then you need to get into your car, like right now, and drive straight to your local video store to rent The Other Guys. I've seen it something around 873 times and it still makes me laugh the whole time. I realize the relevancy of these movie quotes right now might be escaping you, because it is escaping me, but, whatever.
Because, speaking of labor inducing, it is set to happen one week from now. T minus 7 and counting. Which coincidentally, happens to also be my birthday. I usually don't choose to have an incredible painful day where I'm known to yell profanities for my birthday, but I also have never gotten such a great gift, so it's a good balance.
Sooo, unless the stress of two scary on the way to school incidents push me over the edge sooner, that is our plan! The Christmas gifts are bought, the decorations are up, and I even started to wrap presents yesterday. The crib is waiting, the clothes are clean and folded in the drawers, the diaper drawer is stocked, and the car seat is in. Now all we need is a big fat healthy bouncing baby. Oh, and a name.
Stay tuned!
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