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The Cat, the Baby, and the Gate

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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Baby’s First Race!

Ok, technically, her first race was this 5k. But, I’ve signed her up for her very first solo race! It’s a “diaper derby” at a (not so local) mall.

What’s a diaper derby? you ask.

It’s a crawling race. For this one, there will be 6 babies placed onto the track at a time and they have to crawl their way to a finish line. I have no idea what the distance will be though. I doubt very long. My mom relates it to a frog or turtle race. Who knows who will win, it’s a total crap-shoot; but hilarity will definitely ensue! Also, I heard a rumor (from the race registration woman) that this one is sponsored by Keurig so there will be free cupcakes and coffee for the spectators. 🙂

For this Diaper Derby, only 72 babies can register. Winners of each heat go on to compete in a semi-final round, etc. And the top 3 finishers win a trophy. How cute is that?

There are rules though, all registrants must be under 12 months old and if they stand up on the track, they are disqualified! No walking allowed!

Really, I see there being 3 scenarios that could play out for my kid:

  1. She’s awesome, has her eye on the prize, and crawls like the wind (would it be inappropriate for me to play “Eye of the Tiger” during the race? Hmm… probably. I guess I’ll just hum it to myself.)
  2. She cries as soon as she’s put on the track and refuses to move
  3. She wants to touch all of the other babies… in the face (for some reason she loves touching other babies’ faces – it’s so not appreciated by other moms…)

Can you think of any other scenarios?

I’m pretty sure if I could put one of the cats at the finish line, baby girl would be certain to win! Her top motivation for crawling is to chase the cats!

Prissy Pants hiding in a bag within a box... her dream come true!

Prissy Pants hiding in a bag within a box… pretty sure this is her dream come true!

Really, I signed her up because it sounds like something funny to do. (Also, both a friend and my mom egged me on…) She’s a fast little crawler when she wants to be though, so who knows? Maybe in March I’ll have pictures of our new trophy!

Or maybe I’ll just have pictures of the free cupcakes. That’s ok by me.

I just hope I don’t have pictures of a miserable, crying baby. Well, pictures of MY miserable, crying baby. I’m sure it will happen to someone, I just hope that someone isn’t me.

Crawling towards Prissy Pants. Sorry this is so blurry, it's a screen shot from a silly little (anti-climactic) video.

Crawling towards Prissy Pants. Sorry this is so blurry, it’s a screen shot from a silly little (anti-climactic) video. Also, how cute is that hat!?

How We’re Adapting to the Baby

It sure is interesting to have a brand new human being in the house. T’s gone back to work and I’m still on maternity leave (because my company rocks). And we’re getting used to the middle of the night feedings and the entire afternoon sway fests, but how are the cats dealing with the change? After all, they never asked for this little whiner who takes all of the attention from their people and created chaos in their formerly quiet and mellow house.

Well, our male cat, Chewie is completely unphased, he’s still getting in his cuddles:

2 days after coming home from the hospital (T's actually awake here... I don't know why he pretends to sleep in photos)

2 days after coming home from the hospital (T’s actually awake here… I don’t know why he pretends to sleep in photos)

Waking up with T

Waking up with T

Also, he enjoys smelling her and has occasionally licked the top of her head or her feet (he’s named Chewie for a reason! He tastes EVERYTHING!)

But our female cat, Prissy Pants, took a little longer to warm up to the baby. She hid under the dining room table for 2 weeks after we came home from the hospital. But she has warmed up to the baby and will lay next to her and has resumed her typical napping places of next to me on the couch or next to me in bed:

Don't let that face fool you, she was loving those snuggles

Don’t let that face fool you, she was loving those snuggles

Also, she’s claimed all of the baby’s things (except the toys, oddly enough):

Sitting in an old style pram

Sitting in an old style pram

Testing out the bouncy seat

Testing out the bouncy seat

 

Laying on the activity mat (I had a feeling she might like it so I put down burp cloths just in case...)

Laying on the activity mat (I had a feeling she might like it so I put down burp cloths just in case…)

I think we’re all starting to get along with the baby!

Baby smiling

Peeping Tom Cat…?

I only talk about baby stuff lately… how monotonous! So I’m going to tell you a silly story about my cat instead (I’m not sure if that’s much better though…)

This is my little girl cat:

(Pictured here in a cape she made for herself out of a brown paper bag)

(Pictured here in a cape she made for herself out of a brown paper bag)

One of her nicknames is Prissy Pants, but she’s gotten much bolder since we moved. At our rental house, she usually wouldn’t go more than 50 feet from the back door. It was really rare to look for her out a window and not be able to see her in the yard. 

I recently found out from our new neighbor, Ann, that Prissy Pants has been breaking onto Ann’s 3 season porch through a doggy door. Prissy Pants will prance around Ann’s porch just smelling all of Ann’s furniture and plants – paying no attention to Ann watching her through a glass door. Nor does Prissy Pants seem to care that Ann’s dachshund is barking at her as long as the glass is between them!

Granted, my little girl is still less than 50 feet away from our back door but jeez! (Because our back door faces sideways – right towards Ann’s back porch.)

Luckily, Ann seems to be a cat person and is finding the breaking and entering funny. I told her that Prissy Pants is so friendly that Ann could literally pick her up and throw her out of the house, but I get the impression that Ann would be happier to pick my little criminal up and cuddle her (which would also be totally fine with Prissy Pants!). Thank goodness she’s friendly!

Everyone else in the neighborhood owns a dog. I wonder how many other doggy doors Prissy Pants is planning to break into!

Crazy Wishes

Since I’ve already shared some of my less popular feelings about babies, I thought I would tell you about all of my silly hopes for this baby.

I assume that every parent hopes their baby is healthy, happy, is completely baked, and has all of their anatomy built correctly. I’m sure at least most parents hope their child is some combination of  smart, funny, nice, driven, sympathetic, compassionate, witty, humane, etc. And of course I hope for all of those things, too. But here are some of my sillier hopes, and I hope you get a kick out of my nutty list:

I hope that Booger gets either my dark hair or my wonderful boyfriend’s predominant freckles. T and I are both PALE people (T literally glows blue in the sunlight and I have NEVER had a tan in my entire life). If Booger gets my weak freckles and T’s light brown hair, I’m not sure we’ll ever see this transparent child.  

This is an old picture from when I tried to rock a pixie cut like a decade ago (I failed). But look at the glow on that skin! There's no filter used... that's just what I look like in the sunlight...

This is an old picture from when I tried to rock a pixie cut like a decade ago (I failed). But look at the glow on that skin! There’s no filter used… that’s just what I look like in the sunlight…

I hope Booger gets my eyesight and T’s perfect teeth. I don’t wear glasses or contacts (T does) and the dentist practically sings love songs to T’s teeth whenever he’s in there for a cleaning.

I hope Booger gets T’s musical and sports abilities. T can play 5 instruments and I’ve taken lessons for 4 instruments but can’t play any of them. I have zero rhythm! T used to play songs for me on the guitar and even if it was my favorite song I wouldn’t know it unless he sang the words (seriously – I’m musically stupid. I’m mostly ok with it). And when it comes to sports, I can pretty much only catch a ball with my face! My wonderful boyfriend, on the other hand, played sports from 5th grade through the end of high school and was actually good!

I hope Booger can draw like T as well. When we were in college (and had absolutely no money), T used to draw flowers for me and they were so lovely I still have them. He’s an architect… I think an ability to draw might be a prerequisite.

I hope Booger is a deep sleeper like I am instead of a crazy light sleeper like T.

This is me and my sweet boy cat. I'm not actually sleeping since the light is on (and I'm propped up on an additional pillow) but T thought it would make for a better picture... but I do often sleep with the cat like that - he puts himself there and I just enjoy it

This is me and my sweet boy cat. I’m not actually sleeping since the light is on (and I’m propped up on an additional pillow) but T thought it would make for a better picture… but I do often sleep with the cat like that – he puts himself there and I just enjoy it

I hope Booger likes to cook, because I sure as heck don’t!

I hope Booger has a love of animals. I’m pretty sure that’s a learned trait though… so I think we’ll be ok.

I hope Booger is willing to try new things from foods to adventures like T and I are.

Of course I will love my child completely even if he/she doesn’t get a single one of these traits… although I’m really hoping for the dark hair or dark freckles… otherwise he/she might just be too transparent to find!

Do you have any silly wishes for your kids (real or hypothetical)? Any traits of yours or your partner’s that you’d want passed along?

I’m Not That Lady – Baby Crazy

Disclaimer: there is nothing wrong with being “that lady.” In fact, I think in all of the situations where I think about “that lady,” “she” is the standard and I’m the odd duck. And feeling like an odd duck, I thought I would take to the blogging world to hopefully find other odd ducks with me. I’m not trying to bash “that lady,” I think the world wants me to be “that lady” and I’m just not good at it. If you are that lady, rock out and go you! Read the others in this series: Counting in Weeks and Passionate About Birth Plans

When I first started telling everyone that I was pregnant, many people had the same reaction: “Are you super excited for a baby?!”

Well actually… no…

Don’t get me wrong! I’m super excited for a child, I’m just not super excited for a baby. (Although everyone always jumps to tell me that I’ll love my own… yes, I’m sure that’s true. I’m pretty sure nature designs it that way.)

To me, new babies sleep and eat and poo and are still working on brain development so they aren’t super exciting (plus, whenever I hold other people’s babies, they always start wailing!). I’m not one of those ladies that simply lives to smell a baby’s head. I saw a National Geographic documentary on Netflix that described a baby that is less than 3 months old as still a fetus – because they are still so dependant on someone. It makes complete sense to me. And I’m not faulting babies for that – he/she is busy building a big brain! I’m just not most enthusiastic about that stage of care-taking.

Babies seem like a lot of work to me (rightfully so!). In fact, the only reason I thought I could take on that daunting task was because of an interaction I had with my cat one day. When my sweet little girl cat was about 8 months old (not really a full-sized cat, but she had grown out of the baby phase), she fell asleep in my arms on her back. Her little face was close to mine and I literally watched her breathe for 15 full minutes, she was enchanting. I figured if I could get that much pleasure out of watching my cat, surely I could muster up the same or more for my own kid.

But I’m SUPER excited about having a little person. I’m really looking forward to bad knock-knock jokes and stories about how their day went at school, and watching all of the learning that takes place from learning to walk to tying their shoes to driving. That all seems amazing to me!

One night, I literally stressed out about “how old do they have to be before I can teach them about satire?!”

This thought was brought on this book:

Seriously, if you’ve never read it, you should. It’s terrific in all the wrong ways. Here’s an example of the back cover, but the whole book is so entertaining:

ABZ back cover

So I’m probably a terrible person for admitting it. I’m not one of those ladies who is most looking forward to the first few months of my child’s life (although I absolutely plan to be committed to that time frame and I’m sure I will love him/her). But I am 100% looking forward to every year after that!

(However, during the last ultrasound, we got to see Booger‘s little lips in action – and at first I thought they were making a little kissy face, but then the tongue started doing its thing and it looked more like he/she was trying to lick something off his/her bottom lip – I pictured it as a practice run for apple sauce. I’m sure it was more of a practice run for nursing… but my mind went to apple sauce first… And that was pretty neat! Of course I was flooded with love, just as I fully expect to be once I get to meet him/her – but doesn’t the potty-trained stage of a person’s life seem so much more enchanting?!)

Body Image – Part 3

Things are going really well here in my land of pregnancy. Well, at least I think so. I have another ultrasound this week and I’m being tested for gestational diabetes… so I guess I’ll let you know later in the week if the doctors think all is well. Here’s the update from my point of view though:

My latest physical obsession: My fingernails are growing so quickly! They are out of control! I trim them and then bam! what feels like only 2 days later, they look like massive talons. Neither of the cats have complained yet though…

How I feel physically: Great! Besides feeling round, I’m not in pain. No sciatica or anything like that so I’m counting my blessings! Although, I’ve just entered the 3rd trimester, so I have a feeling that things are going to change. I’m hoping I remain pain free and just feel more and more round.

One side effect of pregnancy is a stuffy nose because of increased mucus production, and I’m totally experiencing that. I don’t think it’s a big deal, it just means that I blow my nose about 3 times per day. However, I’m pretty sure it’s absolutely freaking out the two germaphobes that I sit between at work. They keep mistaking it as some sort of illness, but I’m pretty sure “pregnant” isn’t an airborne disease…

How I feel emotionally:  I still don’t feel like a crazy psycho person hormonally, which is great. There is just one exception. Even before getting pregnant, I was pretty easy to make cry. Not necessarily in my daily life, but songs and movies could totally get me going (if there is animal abuse in a movie – forget it, I’m a mess!) So that personal trait has just been heightened. My wonderful boyfriend will say something like “oh, I just heard this song the other day and I thought you would like it” and the next thing you know, I’m full-on sobbing in my kitchen (next to the iPod speaker). It’s ridiculous. At least once per weekend, you’ll find me in the kitchen bawling my eyes out, with T hugging me, swaying slightly, and apologizing for setting it all in motion. And I appreciate it, because he must be trying really hard not to laugh. I know it’s all absurd.  Luckily, as soon as the song is over, I’m fine. For examples of the things that make me cry, check out Same Love  by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis and The Good Stuff by Kenny Chesney.

What others are saying: Last time I mentioned a very sweet compliment I had received about not looking pregnant… well I think that has gone out the window! One of the women I sit near (but I don’t actually work with) didn’t know I was pregnant “until she saw me waddle past her office.” 😦 Yep, that’s right, I waddle now. She’s a mother of 2, so I don’t think she meant to hurt my feelings. And I do waddle… so, you know… it was just the truth. (My feelings weren’t really hurt)

Moving: Booger is still wiggling up a storm in there and I’ve learned his awake times for the most part (they usually coincide with when I eat). But I’ve learned there is one sure-fire way to incite a dance party in my tummy regardless of the schedule: get a purring cat to lay across my tummy. Unfortunately, a belly dance party is also a sure-fire way to freak out a purring cat and get him to leave. Within 2 minutes of the purring cat leaving, the dance party stops. I think it’s the vibration and not the sound. Because if my sweet, male cat lays within inches of my tummy (next to me, on my lap, or on my chest), it won’t start a wiggle fest. It only works if he’s directly on top of the tummy.

Pictures:

Slowly getting better at the picture thing? Although it kinda looks like the belly is getting smaller... and it really isn't....

Slowly getting better at the picture thing? Except for the blurry face part.  Although it kinda looks like the belly is getting smaller… and it really isn’t….

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