Sunday, February 27, 2011

Mommy, Up!


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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Blogging

While my blog isn't for all of cyber world, it's where I regurgitate my thoughts. I couldn't think too many people out there care that today I scraped off soggy dried fruits off my wall and got so annoyed with all the mess in the living room that I threw half the toys scattered about into a garbage bag to be donated. See? It makes me feel better to write about it. It's not for everyone, and it's not for anyone in particular. With that said, I read a ton of mommy blogs too. Until I had Jellybean, I didn't realize there's a whole mass population of cyber mommies regurgitating their thoughts too. Why wouldn't there be? Some of them, I've read and never bothered re-reading. Then there are those I've permanently bookmarked because it gives me something to do late at night when I just want to have a brain fart moment and pretend to hover in the home of someone else's life or simply because they are just very interesting reads. I surf through so many of them some nights, that I forget where I've read what or how I even stumbled upon some of them which is why I signed up for a mommy bloggy world type of thing. It's to find more blogs to read. I think in the end, people have blogs because their thoughts need to go SOMEWHERE even if it isn't read by anyone else, it's a place you can outwardly THINK and read what you're thinking, and re-think your thoughts. A lot of mommies, also, I noticed, have blogs as reference material for others who may be going through the same things. Blogging world does a world of good. It's a place to vent, a place to research, a place to compare notes, but what I was astounded by recently was that it's also a place full of judgmental idiots who take everything that's written out of context, blow it out of proportion and make it their personal mission to verbally flog others for having an opinion. It's very entertaining.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Poopies and Toys

I am sure you think one doesn't have much to do with the other, but it does, so bear with me. The Jellybean has not poopied properly in over a month until yesterday and I'm almost positive it is one of those things that only a mommy can get super excited over, and boy was I when she finally did. It (poopie blockage) started when I transitioned her to whole milk per pediatrician's orders once she hit her 12 month mark. I was really happy about it because whole milk is SO much cheaper than formula. But to make up for some in-between vitamin deficiencies on days she hasn't had as much to eat, I was told I can use the next step formula which was still cheaper than regular infant formula and it was lasting longer by volume so that was good and dandy. Then she stopped pooping. Day one, two, three and then by the fourth day she was pooping bloody pellets as if she were a sick rabbit, if she went at all. January, pediatrician says there will be an adjustment to wait out her poopie blockage and see what happens. So what happens? She poops pellets for over 4 weeks. I call him again about 2 weeks ago, he tells me to get her back on formula to reset her system. During this time, she is also eating real people food. And what I mean by real people food is, she is literally eating her meals off whatever is on my plate. Anyway, her system never resets. We went in for her shots and blood draw yesterday and she is back on formula and baby food instead of table food. The first 3 months of her life was a whirlwind of buying/replacing/experimenting/failing/repeating all of the above from bottles to diapers to proper gears, breast milk storage crap (it really was just crap because as my friend would say, I breastfed for all of five minutes) to formula, breast pads, pacifiers and I cannot even begin to list it all out by memory. I just know that the Mister Husband was going on Babies R Us runs every day. From 3-8 months, we got the feeding part down, but then came the gear issues and finding the proper chair, stroller, toys, teethers, baby food when she started solids, clothes and a buttload of other stuff. We got that under control, barely, and it seemed like we were back to being okay with our baby-needs splurging episodes. Our one kid is a fund depleter (how do poor people have kids???). I quickly settled into the satisfying thought that since her one year mark was quickly approaching, our spending would again be reduced because we wouldn't need the food and formula because she can just eat our stuff and that was the bulk of it. That, and if I potty trained her early, she wouldn't even need diapers soon. And toys? I stopped buying them because she was happier playing with spoons and tupperware. Right? Right? Right to all of it? Nope. She's back on formula. She is strictly back on pulverized, easy to digest, foods which means minimal table food. She isn't potty trained yet much to my dismay - and it didn't occur to me when I bought her the potty that we have no gates at the top of the stairs leading to the bathroom to prevent her from rolling down one or both flights of stairs. The entire living area is blocked to prevent that, but that would mean I can only use the potty downstairs which I'm okay with, but once she gets the hang of that and needs to potty in the middle of the night, the stairs are wide open for her to take a plunge. So we need now a gate to put at the top of the staircase, more baby food and stuff to make it with if I so chose and formula (bless amazon.com's subscribe and save option) and toys because we went over to play with Brian today and I felt like such a mommy jerk. She doesn't have any interactive toys because mommy limited Jellybean to ziploc tupperware pieces and hand me down walkers that she doesn't even bother with because she walks on her own. The toys she does currently have are for babies younger than she is but I didn't give it much thought because she doesn't play with them, but duh mommy! She doesn't play with them because she's only had them forever! It is true that kids tire of toys very, VERY, quickly, but is it fair to deprive her of them (good gracious, they're expensive!!!)? Bad mommy. Ah, the splurging begins yet again (sorry Mister Husband - should I drive a cab during nights since, clearly, I am not sleeping anyway?). At least we got the wardrobe thing down since Auntie Michelle is a little crazy in that department and we get new clothes from her weekly. And why poopies and toys have something in common? THEY ALL COST SO MUCH FRIGGIN' MONEY! Yes, it has something to do with that I am anal about certain things such as what type of gear I want to use for the Jellybean, what type of food/snacks, the type of bottles and also the cost of convenience for a lot of things I do use on a daily basis, but all in all, HOLY MACKEREL! This is her "mean mommy!" face (a poor quality one at that)



Okay, rant over. Gahhh, I'm pooped.
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Thursday, February 10, 2011

Qualifications

Sometimes when I can't sleep - which actually is almost every night which isn't the point here - I flip through all of Jellybean's old photos and wonder how I got here. Not in a "what have I done with my life" way. More of a "how did I qualify for this role" sort of way. Here's what I'm looking at:





























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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

What's For Dinner?

Compliments of the daughter. And ya know what? I ate it all. So there.


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Monday, February 7, 2011

Social-er

Yep. I've been slacking. Gimme a break, will ya? Nothing and lots on my mind these days - simultaneously, if that makes any sense to anyone else.

On a different note, I realized something this morning (I'll tell you what it was that made me realize this today) I don't didn't like company. Husband has always been the people person. Always inviting, always hosting, always the first one to agree to be at whatever meeting place for coffee, dinner, drinks, and whatever else. I am was the complete opposite. Always the one to decline, to pass on dinner and drinks, eager for everyone to leave if we were the one hosting dinner or a barbeque, to forego even good friends' birthdays because I liked being home (preferably, alone) and constantly finding ways to wiggle out of plans. It was just the way I was wired. Not because I'm shy, but because I'm wired to recharge best alone and being around people depletes my energy source. Or so it used to. I don't know when this happened, and I'm likely to believe it was after I had my Jellybean, but I started to recharge well with people around just as well as I recharge when I'm alone. So back to this morning - let's call him Phil (because that's his actual name) texts me and randomly says, "oh, so SuperBowl at your place?" and generally my response would have been "uh, no, I don't think we can because of (insert excuse here). Sorry." But I surprised myself rolling right along with a "Sure, who's coming?" response. Then it made me realize, every week, some group of people are over. Whether it be moms with kids, friends just stopping by, some shower/event/party or another every (other?) weekend, and I've actually enjoyed it. I can't really remember the last time I thought to myself, "Gaddd, why are they still here???" which is usually my first thought after the second hour or so of having company. I guess it could be that I don't work anymore and so the people interaction is not as overwhelming and even welcoming, but I'm not sure that's it. Maybe it's because I'm always home - even if never alone - with the Jellybean everyday, but I don't think that's it either. Could it just be that I started to *gasp* like people? Well, maybe that's pushing it, but I've definitely moved on from being the typical ISTJ to - dare we say, social-er? Whatever the reason, credit goes to



 My, how the Jellybean loves to eat....

Friday, February 4, 2011

Gymbo

It is a great place to deplete some of the overflowing energy in a kid, but oh schmoly... Germs germs germs and more germs. Gymboree, admittedly, is a really cool place for kids to play, climb, socialize, eat dirt off the floor kinda place - especially during the winter months when both parent and child are bouncing off the walls, but there has not been a time that she's woken up without a runny nose after spending some time there. Eh, whatcha gonna do? Builds immunity, right? We have an actual "class" every Tuesday, but every day of the week, different times each day, they have what is called "free gym time" (I assure you, it is not really free - we pay good, hard earned money to be enrolled). It is just a big indoor play park for kiddies. A tad pricey for membership if you ask me, but if you take advantage of their *not* free gym time, I think it's worth the cost. She is super happy there. That alone makes it worth the pennies. Even if it means I'm itching - literally - for her bath as soon as we walk in the door.
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