Tuesday, May 29, 2007

The doctor is in

S has a new favorite shirt. It was her daddy's when he was little. Nice.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

She's a fish

Baby girl went to the pool today. She didn't like it at first...the water was too cold, I think. But once she got used to the fact that her hat kept the sun out of her eyes and she acclimated to the water temp, she was pretty happy. It was loads of fun.
We also got the garden planted today. And the grass mowed. So, I feel like we were not complete wastes of space all day.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Funk nasty

What's grosser than gross?

My baby today.

The AC crapped out on Tuesday afternoon. I was so busy yesterday that I never got around to calling anyone to come fix it. I'm sure I sound like a huge wiener considering it's not even June, but it's been in the mid-80s all week, and the giant windows that face west make our living room unbearable on hot, sunny afternoons. Anyway, baby girl was all sweaty this afternoon, and she was, as usual, trying to drown herself in drool. Add that wonderfully sticky drool and sweat mixture to the stinky gas and poop, and you've got a winning combination. Grossest baby ever...

I love her and all of her grossness.

The AC is fixed now, and I'm not even going to complain about the fact that I'm already cold. I'll wait and fuss about that tomorrow.

In normal, non-mommy-related Ouiser-world, I've been on a baking kick this week. I made the obligatory "my bananas are too ripe" banana nut bread on Sunday. Homemade brownies on Tuesday. Today I made pita bread...or a hybrid Cosi-flatbread/pita bread. I've also got cupcakes cooling on the counter (baby girl turns four months old tomorrow!!), which I'll decorate in the morning.

I'd post the recipe for the pita bread, but I'd have nothing to send my dear friend S for the June edition of "Try This!"

Happy Thursday evening, peeps. Later.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Long time, no post

Sorry for the lack of posts. Rest assured, my worried readers, things are okay. Life was a smidge insane last week as I worked on getting my high school reunion invitations in the mail.

Then came the plague. In the form of a 24 hour stomach bug. It hit me around 3am on Friday morning. Hubby had to come home from work and take care of baby girl. Yuck. Of course, since Otis ATE MY BREASTPUMP last weekend, I had no choice but to suck it up and feed the wee one. Luckily, she has stayed plague-free. I miraculously felt better Saturday morning, but was completely zapped of all energy and strength. Picking S up felt like picking up lead. I managed to get back into the swing of things, though, as M had tons of work to do around the house and at his daddy's that day. I thought we were home free (well, plague-free) after I'd Cloroxed everything in the house and no one had gotten sick as of Sunday afternoon. Alas, hubby was stricken down by the stomach-bug gods yesterday. He's still in bed. I've now re-disinfected everything in the house. I will continue disinfecting every couple of hours until I think we're safe. Then one of us will get sick again.

For now, I'm just trying to keep baby girl well. She's been spitting up and pooping more than usual, and she's fussier than normal, so I'm hoping she doesn't come down with anything. Then again, I could be overly paranoid. Or she could be getting teeth. Who knows.

I'm also trying hard not to kick Otis out of the house. I've just about had it with him. I think we're going to try to send him to a trainer again, though I realize that we have to live up to our part of the bargain and actually work with him. I just know that there is going to be a very handsome, very homeless silver labradoodle running around soon if something doesn't give. Between eating the breastpump, constantly eating S's burp cloths, trying to steal S's toys
out of her hands, and trying to "special hug" everyone, I'm at my wit's end. Not to mention the barking at every animal that comes into his sight line. I love my dog. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.

Okay, little bit is napping. I'm going to attempt to get some things accomplished around here. Later, peeps.

Oh, here's a completely pointless naked baby pic. Happy Tuesday.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007


I thought Mother's Day was about being thankful for your mother. I never knew it would make me so grateful to be a part of this...

Monday, May 14, 2007

Where to begin?

I feel like I've been away from my beloved blog forever. It's been long enough that I don't even know where to begin to play catch up. I won't try. I will tell you that there was a lot of cooking involved in this Mother's Day weekend. Lots of yumminess...recipes will be shared when I get a chance.

For now, hello, my peeps.

Oh, Baby Girl now rolls over. It's awesome. And she has enough hair on top that it can almost get messed up. I am so in love with her. Again, I don't even know where to begin to describe it.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

You are what you eat?

Normally, M being out of town means that I can eat pretty much whatever I want, and I usually take advantage of these times to eat veggies and beans, both of which he's loath to eat. Long story short, I ate almost nothing but broccoli and beans Monday and Tuesday. I only stopped yesterday because I'd eaten all of both, and M was home for dinner. While the super dose of fiber didn't affect me so much, the wee one has had some serious gas issues. Serious. When she kept tooting yesterday, I attributed it to the fact that she hadn't pooped in close to a week, and (according to hubby) toots are the poop's little cries for help. I was confused when she kept waking up last night wailing and tooting. It hit me like a ton of bricks at 5:30 this morning as the little booger kept flailing around, kicking me in the mouth, and passing gas. Duh. I had overloaded her little system with BROCCOLI AND BEANS. I might as well have injected her with gas. Poor thing. Luckily, I think the gas has just about run it's hysterically smelly course. I think I'll have mashed potatoes or something horribly bland for dinner. I was going to have sweet potatoes and zucchini (M is out of town again), but I'm afraid of what I'm doing to my daughter with all the healthiness.

She's taking a nap now, so I'm going to make dough for shortbread. Yum. I'm excited already.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Oh, Sh*t...literally

Sorry for the profanity. I try to be family-friendly, you know. I think it's justified.

We have had our first super-pooper in the cloth diapers. For those of you not in-the-know, S only poops every few days. The last time she had pooped before today was Friday morning. That's five-and-a-half days of poop unleashed upon the world in a matter of seconds. Like I said, "Oh, sh*t."

Unfortunately, she was wearing the looser diaper cover. You know, the one that I was afraid would leak. I was right...if you're keeping score. There was poop on every square inch of baby girl's heiny. It only leaked in one area, and only on me when I picked her up. I'm afraid if I hadn't been right there when it happened, though, and she'd stewed in the poop for a few minutes, it would've spelled disaster for the bouncy seat. All in all, I found the experience funnier than gross. I am, however, still researching the perfect diaper cover. I'm leaning toward bumkins, because they are similar in cut to the Thirsties we're using now, but it looks like the velcro is covered a little better, which would eliminate the scratchy issue.

For now, though, S is happily hanging out in her last clean diaper cover, going cross-eyed staring at her fingers. I could watch her all day and never stop being entertained. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she's counting her fingers.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Home alone

Our trip to Fort Fun was a success. Baby girl traveled well once again. We had to skip the cloth diapers over the weekend since we were on the road and I didn't want to do laundry at M's daddy's house all weekend to have clean diapers. Not to mention that I'm afraid Pretzel would've tried to eat them. We started the cloth diapers again when we got home, and it seems to be going well. I'm still not entirely sure that S is comfortable, but I'm not sure whether she really is uncomfortable or if she just has to adjust to the new bulk. I think I am going to try to find a different cover, though. The velcro on the Thirsties seems to consistently irritate her, and the Motherease covers are way baggy. I'll have to order online, though, as the local hippie mama store only carries those. Oh the frustration.Of course, now that we're home and getting settled back in, M is out of town at a conference again. He left yesterday and will be back tomorrow afternoon, and he leaves again Thursday morning for two days of meetings in Cincinnati. I don't remember signing up for single parenthood, but apparently no one at his office got that memo. I'm already wiped out...especially since Otis is being a complete spazoid. I've never wanted to give him away as badly as I did yesterday afternoon. I would've sold him to the gypsies if they'd come by. I'd feel bad about it now, I'm sure, but I wouldn't have cared yesterday.

I'm off to wrap Mother's Day gifts now. I suppose I should get those in the mail, eh?

Have a great Tuesday, peeps.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Fat bottomed girls

We're trying out our cloth diapers for the first time today. They make S's butt look so fat. It's funny...especially since she didn't need any help in the chubby bottom department. I'm not sure she's crazy about them. We're using a Thirsties cover right now, and I think the edge of the velcro strip is rubbing against her tummy. We bought a Motherease cover, too, so we'll give that a whirl this afternoon. She's had one wet diaper since we started this morning, and it wasn't so bad. Of course, she was fussing like mad, and I'm not sure if the fussing was based on her being wet, hungry, or tired as all three were going on at the same time. We'll just keep at it for the day and see what happens. We're going to Fort Wayne for the weekend, so we'll be using the old disposables.

Sleep training is going well, although last night wasn't as good as the night before. She woke up at 3:15 last night, determined to be fed. I held out for 20 minutes before I decided she probably was actually hungry. She woke up again at 6:15, so I fed her then, too, even though I probably should've let her put herself back to sleep. I was worried that it was too light outside, though. The night before last she slept from 9:15 to 6 before she even budged. It was glorious.

Of course, she has developed this nasty little habit of turning sideways in the bed. I guess she figures that lying parallel to her parents is too predictable. Perpendicular is way more interesting. M and I think so. He slept diagonally in the bottom right corner of the bed for awhile last night to avoid being kicked in the head. I've learned to perch precariously on the edge of the bed to avoid being slapped intermittently through the night. M keeps warning me not to fall off the bed. The baby, however, has all the room she can handle. As soon as we get back this weekend, we'll likely move her to the crib. We need the space, and I'd hate for hubby to show up at work with a black eye courtesy of his daughter.

We've got friends coming over for lunch, so I have to run. Have a great weekend, peeps.