May 30 2006

Back from San Francisco

My handsome husband at the SF Zoo.

My gorgeous son at the SF Zoo- first time on a swing!

Oh. You want a picture of me? Here ya go:

Damn those last few pregnancy pounds!

So, by the picture evidence, you’d think that all we did in San Francisco was go to the zoo. We did so much more, but guess which Idiot first-time-parents forgot the camera that would have documented their cherished offspring’s first time at a parade and such. Yup. These un’s.

We did get some on the car ride home, though. Woo Hoo- Go US!

My nephew’s first time with a Slurpee. He doesn’t look altogether too excited about it, does he?

Cole, however, thuroughly enjoyed his light snack of Car Keys.
May 26 2006

Get Prune-Faced!

Caption Contest!

Submit your captions for the following photo:

Caption anyone? Caption?

No need to make ‘em clean, but not TOO gross either, please.

I’ll pick my favorite and post it.

Have Fun!!

May 26 2006

Seven Months

Yesterday was the 7 month anniversary of Cole’s birth. We’ve been together for 7 months and simultaneously it feels like forever and no time at all.

Cole’s very first picture:

Last night, just about the same time he was born (and after a bath where I gave him his first haircut!):

Together, the day he was born:

Last night:

I never thought I could love anyone so much.

(I also never thought I’d post my boobs on the internet again.)

May 24 2006

Oh Baby

Beth, over at her “pro” blog, wrote a post about how, as moms, we let things go that we never thought we could. I think it’s a very interesting thing to consider, the way our priorities shift so dramatically. Before I had a baby, I thought that having kids would be like ME with a baby. Now it’s more like NEW me with a BABY (note the significance of the caps). It’s not the same me that was before I went into labor and it’s CERTAINLY not the same baby experience I expected (in fact, I’m not sure what I expected now that I think about it…).

I had all of these grand plans to read to Cole every night, breastfeed until…whenever, never let him sleep on his tummy, wait for solid food until at least 6 months, give him plenty of tummy time during the day, and sing, sing, sing my heart out to him whenever we were together. And daycare- NEVER daycare!

Reality: most nights (until very recently) we fall asleep before we get a chance to read (and let’s not even discuss what that means for bath time). We all know that breastfeeding went out the door at about 6 weeks (and still- waaahhhh!). He sleeps on his tummy sometimes; no biggie. But tummy time? Yeah, right. Not only does he hate being on his tummy when he’s awake, but, because we live with his grandparents, the kid is NEVER put down. He is never going to crawl. We started limited solid foods at about 3 months because he just seemed so ready. And singing? Whenever I think about doing it I can never remember any songs (except, absurdly, “You Give Love a Bad Name” by Bon Jovi last night. WTF?!). Oh yeah, daycare? Yup- daycare.

And it’s okay. Cole and I love each other so much. I know it when I’m greeted by a flapping, screeching, grinning, wriggling creature every afternoon at daycare. I know when he snuggles up to me, just to know I’m there, at night. I know when he strokes my hand or face or back when he’s nursing. I know when he laughs the hardest when I tickle him.

Every kid is different, every mommy is different, every style is different. Cole and I are pretty laid back about it all. Schedule? What schedule? We’ll get there eventually.

And I like it that way.

It helps that he’s really friggin cute.

May 24 2006


We licked that sucker! Now you can see my wish list. I know, I’ve made your day, haven’t I?

Edited to add: Yeah! Recommendations! They ROCK!! Gimme. (Thanks)

May 24 2006

Effin’ Eff Eff Effer.

Once again I’ve effed up the whole link thing. Our favorite IT guy, johnnylogic, is working out the kinks (trying to figure out why Amazon is pretending they don’t know me. Fuckers sure took my money fine!). So, don’t bother trying to click on the Amazon wish list to the left quite yet. I’ll let you know. (Also, don’t bother trying to search for me on Amazon. I can’t even find me. I am invisible. I am non-existent.)

May 23 2006

Weekend Recap

We went to Sacramento this weekend to visit some friends, one of whom just graduated with a BS in Engineering. I expressed my condolences. (Just kidding- Congratulations, Aaron!) We had a lovely weekend, showing the bubba off to people who had never seen his wonderfulness in person before. And then we went to Ikea.

Yea! Ikea!

(Only, boo! Ikea! because I don’t have enough money.)

We got two new dressers because we had to leave our dressers in Pittsburgh. I like these even more! And they’re all matchy-match. What is it about matching furniture that makes me feel so much like an adult? I think my priorities are mis-aligned. Should work on that…

My one regret about the whole weekend? I had my camera with me THE WHOLE TIME and took NOT ONE picture. Such. A. Dork.

But, we’re going to San Francisco this weekend and I won’t be making the same mistake. Expect pictures of us cavorting at the Zoo, romping at the Aquarium and doing… whatever it is you’re supposed to do… on Haight (maybe we should hold off on that one- Cole is too young and impressionable yet).

Speaking of not enough money (when do I stop?!), I found a great list of kid’s books and have compiled the ones that I want for Cole in my Wish List on Amazon. Only, they add up to about $200. I totally value reading, but $200?! Sorry kid, you’re going to be illiterate. Good thing we live in the county (and country) we do- no one will ever notice.

And soon, we move!! I’m so excited I could barf.

May 23 2006


HA! Funny.

May 19 2006

Since you brought it up.

My sister mentioned that my husband and I should have more kids. Now that the subject has been broached, I guess I should tell you all something.

I’m pregnant.

Oh! That was funny!! I think I’ve just peed myself, I’m laughing so hard. You didn’t really buy it, did you? HA!

Yeah- SO not true.

So much not true that it may never be true EVER AGAIN.

We’ve talked about it abstractly, and we’ve decided that we have some pretty strict pre-requisites for going down that road. One is that we have to have enough money. At $500 a month per kid, I would be working just to pay for daycare for two kids. It wouldn’t even be worth me working (Hey…just a minute…hmmmm….). John would have to be making A LOT more money than he is now. It may happen one day, but I think it’ll take a while.

Another reason is that I have to be able to forget what the healing process was like the last time around. When I think of it now, most of the words involved are too vulgar for even me to write down. That’s bad. I don’t know how long it will take to forget.

Then there’s the whole “over-population of the world” thing and the “Doesn’t the second kid turn out to be a hellion?” thing and the ” I really don’t think we could do any better or have an easier baby than we do now” thing. They’re hard to get past.

And I finally fit comfortably into my pre-pregnancy pants. It’s a good thing.

So don’t expect any more little heels-logic babies running around any time real soon. Which makes it even more important to send presents to the one that already exists. Lots and lots of presents. Or send them to his mother, who sacrificed so much to bring him into this world.

May 19 2006

I hear the crack of the whip…

So far this morning, I have filed EVERYTHING, answered all of my emails, read my favorite blogs, done research for catering for the company picnic, straightened my desk and the copy room, cleaned the coffee pot and re-stocked the paper towels (in between all of the little jobs these guys CONSTANTLY throw at me). I’m so freakin’ efficient. I still suck am terrible, but I am sucking terrible efficiently.

(Yeah- there’s another one of those phrases to avoid.)