Monday, December 29, 2008
Fortunately, I do not have to practice restraint with family. Doesn't a warm, toasted bagel with a slathering of cream cheese always seem so much more delicious when someone else fixes it? I think so. Likewise with a simple ham sandwich. Don't get me wrong, I could easily slap some meat and cheese between two slices of bread and call it a day, but oh how my mouth waters when I see Chels making one. Chels even knows to make two of whatever she's making to avoid the inevitable sharing she will be obligated to do if she only makes one. Smart girl.
I tell you all of this because B is sitting two feet from me having fixed the most splendid smelling bowl of popcorn that has ever touched my nostrils. And all I can think about is eating it. If I ask for a handful, I will surely ask for seconds. I'm like the mouse in If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. If I get seconds, I will take too much and then end up eating three-fourths of B's snack without ever really meaning to do so. Sigh.
Let it be known that the pediatrician gave me a good scolding today for getting up in the middle of the night with Baby B. Her question was innocent enough...
Doc: How's he sleeping?
Me: Well, he's started this thing where he wants to get up and play. At 2:30am.
Doc: What do you do?
Me: I get up with him. (Duh!)
Doc: QUIT DOING THAT! You're never going to get sleep. He's six months old now. He's not crying because he's hungry or lonely. He's crying because he knows you will come running. I'm going to tell you something, you're going to be saying 'no' to this kid a lot for the next 21 years - get used to it. So start saying no now - no I will not get you out of bed at 2:30am. If it's dark outside, he should be sleeping.......
And then she began to sound a lot like the teacher from Charlie Brown and I did a bunch of head nodding, and I think I finally agreed to let him cry it out. Could you imagine the beating I would have received if I told her he still slept in his pack-n-play NEXT TO MY BED. Thank goodness her doc-dar didn't let her know that he's been sleeping in my bed at some point during the night every night since he's been born too. Oh, and I do love this doctor and her straight-forwardness.
So, as of tonight, Baby B is officially sleeping in his crib. And we did let him cry it out. For everyone's sake, it only lasted about 20 minutes. And I did go up to put his paci in once and tell him that I love him to infinity and beyond and back infinity times. I'm not even allowed to get up in the middle of the night to nurse him. This is going to be hard.
Lest I forget to tell you that Baby B is in the 92nd percentile for height (27 in.) and weight (20.8 lbs). That's my boy.
In other news, he tried bananas today which resulted in a bitter beer face. See below.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Baby B wasn't satisfied with cereal alone, though. Later on in the day, as I attempted to eat tortilla chips while I was feeding him (a real crumby idea, if you know what I mean), Baby B let it be known that he, too, should be allowed to munch on my snack. He was literally bending backwards over the Boppy trying to reach them.
After convincing him that actual teeth were required to eat chips, he opted for a healthier, more organic choice. Why eat tortilla chips when sweet little baby feet are equally as delicious and readily available at the stretch of leg? (Seriously, I think babies invented yoga.)
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Christmas was a delicious assortment of pumpkin roll, cinnamon oatmeal cookies, Honeybaked Ham, and poppy seed bread, combined with a oodles of crumpled wrapping paper and time spent with family. Naturally, Baby B enjoyed crumpling wrapping paper far more than the diverse array of sprinkled confections that I enjoyed.
I don't know if I ever disclosed my theory to you, Internet, but besides the fact that six months of exclusive breastfeeding is recommended by the APA, I also continued to nurse right on through Baby B's six month because it meant that I could selfishly indulge in the many holiday treats that present themselves during the month of December. I mean, he is the best diet that ever happened to me. How else can you enjoy homemade, chocolate-drizzled marshmallows and not gain an ounce? I'll tell you how: dedicate yourself to the nourishment of another human being. I'm sorry if you get sick of my relentless blogging about breastfeeding, but I just couldn't be happier with its results.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
That is the question I ponder this morning as I look at our empty fridge. This week has just not been conducive to a trip to grocery store. I've been too busy last minute shopping and getting stuck in two hours of traffic with a baby in the backseat to place importance on such things as food.
I've had the best intentions, really, I have. However, I had a birthday dinner both Sunday and Monday night and then left-overs last night. Then, Christmas Dinner with the K's today and Christmas Dinner with the M's tomorrow. Why buy when you can mooch?
So, Diet Coke it is, along with an almost empty bag of Fritos. Oh, and a couple of Christmas cookies from the First Annual K Girl Christmas Cookie Decorating Get-Together. Now, that is healthy.
I guess I will talk about the First Annual K Girl Christmas Cookie Decorating Get-Together (which will be known as FAKGCCDGT from this point forward). I had Chels, Soph, and Aubz over on Monday, and we slice-n-baked our way to a sugar high. After creating two-dozen or so cookies, the question remained: what will we do with these? Too embarrassed to take them to my mom's (the cookie/cake baker connoisseur for those of you who don't know her), we chose to let them sit on my counter for the past 48 hours so that I B and I can consume an inordinate amount of Christmas calories before the 25th. And so that we will have something to eat while the cupboard is bare. I look forward to future AKGCCDGT's in the future. A good time was had by all.
Today we are off to the K's to celebrate at 4pm - complete with dinner, Christmas eve service, and gift exchanging. My dad will read the story from the Bible to the grandkids, along with 'Twas the Night Before Christmas (just as he's done for the past 20 or so years), and my sisters and I will mouth the words as he reads. He usually becomes annoyed and threatens to quit reading and send us all to bed (this is a solid K tradition). Too bad we're all 20+ now and he can't get away with this. We'll have to pass our mimickry along to Soph, Baby B, and Sutton so that they can drive him crazy in a few years.
Tonight, we will head over to the the M's where will we stay the night so that we can wake up on Christmas morning to sausage balls (an M family tradition) and breakfast casserole. Mmmm.
I'll be on a blog hiatus for the next 48 hours as we celebrate with family, but I have a premade-post ready to pop up tomorrow - so check back to see Baby B in his Christmas finest!
Monday, December 22, 2008
And he was totally right. I could totally use a knit pair. (Definitely not a Doghouse Gift.) Thus, my love affair with overpriced boots continues. I think turning 26 totally warrants expensive boots, don't you?
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I have a little bone to pick with you. You said it would snow - 2-4 inches by morning. You said it would be like this - a tune so catchy that I sing it to Baby B daily. So, I stayed up late anticipating a "messy morning commute," as you put it. You spoke of your station as the #1 station for school closings. I expected for you to list my school. I looked out the window on the hour every hour over night wondering where the heck the snow was.
Well guess what? IT DIDN'T SNOW.
Until 10am. When I was already at school with 24 over-stimulated, holiday-crazed 5-year-olds. I had a conference this morning...guidance...an observation...computer lab...a KTIP meeting. Do you know what a Snow Day would have meant to me today? I stayed up late, Derek, too late for someone that teaches kindergarteners at 8:15am.
And then they decided to do an early dismissal for our county, 2 hours early. Well, wouldn't that just be peachy if it meant that I'd get out two hours early? Oh no, Derek, I stayed TWO HOURS LATER.
They held the morning kindergarteners to dismiss with the rest of the school at 1:45pm. Fantastic.
Do you know what happens to a woman who is two hours late to nurse her starving child, Derek, besides her chest ballooning to the size of two healthy canteloupes? SHE LOSES ALL RESPECT FOR HER ONCE EVER-SO-CHARMING WEATHERMAN. That's what happens, Derek.
Derek + Abby = Heartbreak.
PS. Your only redeeming qualitity is your ability to predict ice tomorrow morning. If I get off tomorrow, I might reconsider.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Oh! There's mommy's face again!
Here's what I have:
- 1 BOGO Free Enfamil Lipil at Kroger (up to $13.85) - exp. date 12/27/08
- 1 $20 MIR (mail in rebate) when you purchase 2 cans of Enfamil Lipil 25.7 oz - exp. date 12/31/08
- 2 $1.00 off coupons - exp. 12/31/08
- 3 $2.00 off coupons - exp. 12/15/08 (+ 2 attached MIRs for $10)
- 1 $3.00 off coupon - exp. 12/31/08
I also have several expired coupons totalling $15 that I would be happy to send to. However, I don't know if they accept them since I've never purchased formula before.
To win this giveaway, simply leave a comment on my blog. That's it! Super easy! I'll have my husband randomly choose a comment number and then I'll post the winner on my blog on Friday, December 12th.
- you preface a conversation with, "Did you see on the blog..."
- you check your comments religiously and are bummed with no one comments.
- you find yourself saying, "I can't wait to blog about this!" to your spouse.
- you feel like less of a blogger for not posting every day.
- you find yourself wondering how someone knew something about you that you're for sure you didn't tell them. And then you realize - they read it on the blog.
- you wish all your friends had blogs so you could stalk them too.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
I am crying A) because how dare anyone (especially an excellent teacher) be discriminated against for suffering from this disorder and B) because I imagine my son being made fun of and it just crushes me to imagine ANYONE making fun of him for ANYTHING.
Okay. That's it. Commercial is over. Back to my box of tissues.
Friday, December 5, 2008
In other news...
Christmas is twenty days away. No tree in sight and not a present bought. But, the stockings are hung from the TV stand with care.
My parents will pick out their tree tonight, erect it in the family room and wait for us K girls to come over to decorate it. Which is always a super special tradition, involving lots of debating over who made what ornament in elementary school circa 1992. (It was me, I'm sure of it.) This also always involves a heated discussion between my parents as to how the tree should be put up even though they've been putting up the tree in the same spot, the same way for, oh, 14 years? The year the tree fell over after my dad put it up was particulary funny. Especially since my mom wanted to fishing pole string it to the wall. Hilarious.
Somehow I managed to clean the house today, and I'm working on a mammouth pile of laundry that we've accumulated in like four days. I actually blame it on the boy child who destroys at least an outfit a day with his projectile pooping. I'm seriously going to have to invest in a whole new wardrobe by the time he's through this phase.
The Grinch is on right now, but B's studying so we've got the TV off and Baby B's in bed. I'm bored. I'm half tempted to go get the tree and start putting that beast together, but it's so much more fun to grumble and groan about how difficult it is with my dear husband rather than by myself.
What I should be doing is getting my lesson plans together for the following two weeks. But it's Friday. Who writes lesson plans on a Friday?
I am indulging in a glass of Reisling as we speak.
Maybe I'll enjoy my wine and lesson plan simultaneously.
Now there's a Friday night for you.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Pictured above is My Aunt Lynn, Uncle Rick, and cousins Matt, Stefi, Jordan, and Betsi.
I made some delicious lemon-pepper chicken for dinner last night. And sugar cookies.
Ever since I started nursing, I have had the appetite of an 18-year-old boy. I mean, I am RAVENOUS. I cannot get enough food.
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.
Just kidding, but that is totally one of my favorite holiday songs.
I need to do laundry.
I have yet to have our Christmas card pictures made. I need to get on this since it is t-minus 21 days until the big event.
I am RANDOM today.
* Michigan is one of my favorite places in the whole world and I just LIIIIIVE for our vacations up there. I would take Cherry Republic, Boonedocks, and The Homestead over Disney any day!