Reasons to get out of bed…

I am the worst when it comes to writing drafts and never publishing them! This was originally written in March!

The baby has been crawling for about 2 months now. This is both exciting and frightening (ah! we need to baby-proof the house!). We put up a baby gate in our living room to create a barrier from the front door and the stair case. Oddly enough, the activities around the gate are hilarious.

First bit of silly behavior is with the cat, well… one of the cats mainly. We have 2 cats: Chewie and Prissy Pants. My wonderful boyfriend likes to equate them to Pinky and the Brain:

Cats pinky and brain

If you’ve never seen the show before, Pinky is an idiot and the Brain is always plotting to take over the world. Don’t get me wrong, I love Chewie. He’s the sweetest cat… but he’s not planning on taking over the world. In his defense, I wouldn’t go so far as to call him an idiot really. But he’s happily coasting through life, unphased by most things. Heck, he wore that Halloween costume for HOURS! Prissy Pants on the other hand is always working some angle, she is trying to take over the world. She even figured out how to wiggle out of her costume in about 10 minutes.

We put up the gate and Prissy Pants immediately understood that she had to jump over it to get into the room. Meanwhile, Chewie is the better jumper. He literally catches birds in flight! But he couldn’t figure out how to jump over the gate. Instead he spent a solid 5 minutes trying to figure out how to crawl under it! It’s only a few inches off the ground! He eventually managed to squeeze under it while dislodging the side not screwed into the wall. I wish I had a video for you – it was so ridiculous. I couldn’t stop watching him.

Prissy Pants, sitting on a chair in the living room, watched the entire thing. 20 minutes later, she went to the hallway side of the gate and tried to burrow under as well. It took her about 4 seconds to realize it was ridiculous and quit.

 

The second piece of silliness around the gate involves the fact that Chewie is afraid of the baby. Normally, he is the most mellow cat. I could wear him like a scarf and walk around the house if I felt like it. But if Baby Girl LOOKS at him, he’ll run away.

He loves the gate because it’s clear plastic so he can sit in the hallway and see into the living room, but still avoid Baby Girl. So of course, she’s obsessed with sitting on the other side. She bangs on the gate and squeals at him, begging him to come sit with her.

Her constant banging on the gate is basically saying: "Please come play with me, kitty!" Please!"

Her constant banging on the gate is basically saying: “Please come play with me, kitty!” Please!”

His refusal to even look at her should be sending a clear message of "NO!"

His refusal to even look at her should be sending a clear message of “NO!”

 

So that’s the constant entertainment we have with the gate.

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Happy Father’s Day

“When I hear people talk about juggling, or the sacrifices they make for their children, I look at them like they’re crazy, because ‘sacrifice’ infers that there was something better to do than being with your children.” — Chris Rock

I found that quote  on The Huffington Post’s The Truth About Being a Dad, According to 14 Really Funny Famous Guys

Daddy makes the best mattress/napping buddy

Daddy makes the best mattress/napping buddy

 

Shoulder ride

Kisses for daddy

Kisses for daddy

walk in the woods

Happy Father’s Day!!!

 

I found this on Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/thebrainstore/

I found this on Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/thebrainstore/

As you may have noticed, I don’t blog much anymore. Please don’t take it personally though, I also don’t often respond to e-mails, texts, phone calls, or Facebook messages.

For the longest time, when someone asked why I didn’t write back to an e-mail or missed something on Facebook, I was saying “I haven’t figured out how to balance everything now that I have the baby.” But then one day I realized, I don’t want to “figure it all out.” Because in reality, I basically have figured out what I want. I want to spend time with Baby Girl not my computer. I like paying complete attention to her when I’m around her and work has been too busy for me to post/e-mail/message during the work day… which may have been my previous M.O. Shhh, don’t tell my boss that’s how I was spending my lunch hour… or slow Friday afternoons… (hopefully work will slow down again soon and I can go back to that).

I work full-time and with commuting, dropping her off and picking her up, and working, I only spend about 2 hours per day with her awake (when we’re not getting dressed or are driving in the car). And for a long time, she and I had the same bed time – now she goes to bed at 9 pm and I got to bed at 10:30. Theoretically I could spend that 90 minutes e-mailing, but I usually spend it relaxing with a book or some TV. I’m a tired, selfish jerk; I admit it! 😉

And on weekends, I clean the house during her naps and play with her when she’s awake.

So, yeah, it may be unpopular, but I would rather push her on her little musical car for hours than play on Facebook…

"Hey mom, let's do this!"

“Hey mom, let’s do this!”

 

So that’s my truth. I’m madly in love with hanging out with my daughter! And I simply don’t get enough time to do it!

* In the triangle above, I have picked “happy kid” and “my sanity” – my house is a mess!

** Yes, she’s wearing a tutu in the picture above. She took off the socks that look like ballet slippers though. 😉

Radio Silence

Hi!

It’s been so long, friends! I added the Diaper Derby – Recap post and then fell off the blogging planet. I had written that post, written a few posts that I needed to add photos from T’s phone before posting so I saved as drafts, and then I felt crushed by sadness at work and stopped posting. I kept thinking of things to share, but never had the time.

Here’s what happened in a 3 week block of time at work: (not looking for sympathy, just explaining):

  • 2 people I like were fired
  • the president of the company died (he was old and I didn’t know him well, but it was still sad and also made us all feel like our jobs were precarious)
  • the awesome woman I sit next to was diagnosed with cancer
  • my boss (whom I love) resigned
  • the day after she told me she had resigned, her brother (a police officer) died. The whole situation was very sad and my boss didn’t come back to work for 1 1/2 weeks. She returned for a few days but I wouldn’t have blamed her if she never returned – but it was stressful on top of being tragic.
  • I’m in the middle of a large project and I feel like an island without support – hopefully things are getting better though.

All of that is a total downer. So let me say something happy:

TODAY IS THE BABY’S FIRST BIRTHDAY!

I promise to post about her birthday party (and I just realized I never said anything about her birth story… so maybe I’ll do that too), but I’ll leave you with this:

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Wearing my sunglasses…

That smiling face waiting for me at home made all of the hard days manageable. And I promise to start posting again!

 

 

 

 

 

Diaper Derby Recap

If you read my original post leading up to the Diaper Derby, let me just say the cupcakes were delicious!

Ok, so that’s my silly way of trying to say that Baby Girl didn’t win. But also, the cupcakes from ShotCakes were actually very good!

As any racer knows, packet pick up can be significantly before the start time. Add onto that, racers were assigned to their heats (6 baby per heat) in order of arrival. We had a bunch of time on our hands! Baby Girl ended up in the 7th heat, which was 90 minutes after we arrived. We had plenty of time to wander the mall, read the rules they gave us, and check out the sponsors.

The rules were hilarious! To give you a brief sample of the 20-something rules (these aren’t direct quotes, but as best I can remember):

  1. No live pets are allowed at the finish line to entice racers
  2. Parents are not allowed to push their children along the course
  3. Parents are not allowed to push other children down or hold them back

Crazy that they had to tell us #3, right? One of my other favorite rules was that if after 5 minutes, no baby had crossed the finish line, they would declare the baby closest to the finish line the winner. That rule wasn’t used the entire time we were there. There was always one baby who was ready and raring to go!

Also in our 90 minutes to kill, we hit up all of the tables run by the sponsors. We enjoyed the cupcakes by ShotCakes, we got a goody bag including a rubber ducky from WIC, and we signed up for all sorts of raffles… because, well, we had time to kill! And we took a picture with a shoe:

Because New Balance was a sponsor... and why not? (That's my dad with me and Baby Girl)

Because New Balance was a sponsor… and why not?
That’s my dad with me and Baby Girl. I dressed her in a hot pink track suit because I thought it was funny, what do you think?

We also watched some of the other heats, but it was a little hard to see because there was such a big crowd. Whatever we could catch was adorable/funny though!

Now, Heat 7, how Baby Girl did:

Diaper Derby with arrows

There is Baby Girl in her little pink track suit in the yellow lane.

The cutie pie next to us in the red lane had very funny parents. The parents and all of their spectators came wearing matching home-designed shirts saying “Team [Baby’s name].” I can’t remember the baby’s name anymore. They had bananas drawn on the shirts too, so I’ll call them Team Bananas. It was funny. When I complimented the mom, who was sitting next to me, on the shirts, she said “Go big or go home, right?” I hope she was joking, it was a crawling race after all. She seemed silly though, so I’m going to guess it was at least partially a joke.

The cutie pie in the blue lane cried the entire race! She just laid on her tummy like she had been abandoned and wept. Poor girl! Her father was super friendly though and we had a nice chat.

The cutie pie in the orange lane won the heat! It took her awhile to figure out what was going on, but once she got moving, she was fast! In total, the race was under a minute long. It wasn’t even a close race.

The red and blue parents and I had a conversation about how the kids couldn’t see us. In order to see the finish line from the starting line, the babies had to stare into the sun. If I could suggest any changes, it would be to reverse the start and the finish lines. Plus, the DJ was blasting music right behind us so there was no hope of the babies hearing us. Team Bananas mom even brought a bunch of bells and it didn’t attract any of the babies. I don’t think they could even hear the bells.

And how did Baby Girl do? Well… she loved the starting line. Each lane had a laminated sheet of paper saying “Start.” Baby Girl handed it to her daddy 3 times during the race!

DiaperDerby Startline

All of the babies stayed at the starting line except the orange lane (winner) and the red lane (Team Bananas). The baby in the red lane crawled about a foot into the shadows and then stopped.

Baby Girl didn’t win the race, but I can’t really say she lost either. Since we spent so much time entering all of the raffles, we actually won two of them! Baby Girl won a gift certificate to Toys R Us thanks to Relay for Life! And I won any 1 pair of shoes I wanted from New Balance! Since all of the shoes were roughly the same price, I selected these:

NB Shoes

Cute, no? They are also super comfy. I can’t wait for spring to arrive so I can start wearing them! My dad suggested that I get new running shoes instead, but the selection in the store was really limited, so I chose shoes I could wear to work.

The Diaper Derby was free to enter, so all of the free goodies were an awesome upside to a fun event. All in all, we had a complete blast! It was a day of laughs and cheers and winning raffle prizes! I’m super glad we all went!

The baby is officially 9 months old!

Baby Smiles

When I was pregnant, I read a book called The Girlfriend’s Guide to Pregnancy

and I really liked it. I would totally recommend it. It has a fun sense of humor and makes you feel less alone if you don’t have a lot of mommy/pregnant friends (I don’t). It’s written by an L.A. resident, so maybe it has a few concerns that I didn’t have/feel while living in occasionally arctic New England and never feeling much societal pressure about my makeup and hair, but I still really enjoyed it.

One of its tips that I loved and want to share (but can’t remember the direct quote… although it was said a few times) is basically: it took you 9 months to gain the weight, don’t beat yourself up (or be surprised) if it takes you 9 months to lose it.

It really made me feel ok with my body for the last 9 months, especially the early months after her birth. I had been warned that I would still look 6 months pregnant when I left the hospital (and I did!), but I didn’t expect to look 4 months pregnant when she was 3 months old. But I rolled with it with the thought “9 months up, 9 months down.”

And you know what? I think it was totally right for me. The baby is 9 months old and I fit in almost all of my pre-pregnancy pants now, there are two hold-outs but whatever. My body doesn’t look exactly the way it did before, but it feels to be roughly the same size. I feel like I’m back to living in my old body, more or less. And when I see myself in the mirror, I’m no longer surprised by the reflection. The image of myself that I hold and the image in the mirror finally align again!

And the bonus of this mantra is that I didn’t beat myself up for no good reason while I was enjoying this tiny human being that my body incubated!

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Also, yay for fitting back into my old clothes!

Hi! Right now, the baby and I are at the Diaper Derby! Let’s hope she’s crawling like the wind, not howling like the wind! 🙂

Also, someone sent me this video from the 2012 Diaper Derby (from a different yet also nearby-ish mall). Check it out, it’s adorable!

And if you don’t want to watch for very long, skip the first 75 seconds, it’s the babies “warming up.”

Enjoy! And I’ll be back next week with the baby’s first race report!

What was your favorite moment from the video? I love the “tough guy” going for the bottle and the girl with the little, top pony tail who scoots.

 

 

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