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I finally figured it out: how to save money on shoes that a) get worn out in a matter of weeks by being left in the rain, shoved on without undoing laces, thrown in and out of rooms and massive amounts of puddle jumping. The big solution is one simple word, a word my daughter mastered somewhere around the time she learned what “eyes” are. What’s that word?
I’m proud to say that I don’t normally watch this show, but I just turned over and caught the Bachelor, Ben as he told one of the girls (I think we’re on week 3, so most are still here), that she’s the best kisser in the house. Apparently being the best of all the girls he’s kissed is a HUGE compliment.
Excuse me cute girl who thinks her best shot at love never ending is as part of a televised harem? Did you not hear him? He’s kissed all the girls!! You are just one of the many girls he’s kissed in the last few days… how is that good enough for you?
Last night was rough.
We’ve moved into the new house, but Little Man can’t stay there during the day because, until yesterday, the paint was still wet and all of our worldly possessions are stacked in the middle of each room. So, every day we drop him off at our nanny’s house and pick him up at day’s end. All fine, except our nanny lives an hour away, sometimes more as traffic during rush hour is always going with you.
So, last night I left work at 4:45, got to her house at 5:20 (amazing time), packed him up and set off again at 5:45. He hates the car seat now so he goes stiff as a board when you try to put him in it and starts screaming. Last night he alternated screaming and whining for an hour in the car. I was so frazzled when we got home; I called Mike to vent but just ended up being nasty to him out of frustration (he was at the old house trying to empty the fridge).
Posted in Baby Journal, Life as a Mum, The Blood, the Guts, The Not So Glorious
Tagged anger, baby, dog and baby, driving with baby, frustration, mother, motherhood, one year old, pet and baby, working mother
I watched Parenthood last night. I’m really starting to like that show. Weird, how your tastes change to fit your lifestyle (I also read Redbook now, not Glamour anymore!). The characters on there are each coming to terms with their own struggles and as one sister fights to keep her teenage daughter close, her brother loses his job and finds out his wife is pregnant on the same day.
Know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em.
Sometimes as you go through life, while you struggle to be in control, you simply cannot. At these times, you have to let go and watch where life takes you.
My son turned six months today, I am starting my own business and we’re looking at buying a house that may be the tightest of stretches for us. All of this added together with the day to day life of a new family and the hormones of a new mother is too much for me to handle. This week, I’m folding, I’ll lean back and watch. Some of the chips will land where they will and as they do, the path will clear for me to control the others.
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Tagged baby, belly, birth, boppy, breast, breast feeding, breast milk, child, children, father, fertility, fetal, kid, kid's, maternal, nbc, Nursery, parenthood, pregnancy, pregnant
Do you see 'em? Two little lumps on the bottom.
Our little boy started teething about three minutes after we found the stubs in his mouth!
Teething. What does that entail? Sleep issues (meaning he went from sleeping from 8pm to 7am to waking up every hour and a half), eating issues (going from 8 ounces to 2), stomach issues (throwing up carrots), pain (our guy is a happy lucky boy, but now he cries and whines and kicks) and chin rashes from drooling.
And now… some simple solutions. Some days they work, some days they don’t.
Cold washcloths (not frozen and not too wet)
Teething rings with a spot that doesn’t freeze so you and baby can hold it
More naps (this will actually help them to sleep at night)
Soothing music – this can help calm him down
A mirror – for some reason, this calms him down too!
Apparently I got old somewhere along the way. I didn’t notice it until it was pointed out to me by my coworker that keeps saying things like, “Wow, I was the youngest person on Jury Duty. Everyone else was old – I think the next eldest person was in their 30s.”
It bugged me to start with, but now I’ve decided to embrace it. So, in the spirit of getting older I feel I am allowed to start using parent terms without incrimination. I will start saying “wireless” meaning radio not cell phones and I will point out the ridiculous youth of today.
Prime example: What the hell is up with models these days? Check out the girl in the center from ShopBop.com:
This dress is like so heavy
What’s up with her? Is she so skinny she can’t hold herself up? Or is she just sick of modeling? Either way, I don’t want to spend $348.00 to wear this clearly heavy dress. Do you think it’s made of pink lacy chain mail? Can you imagine yourself like this at a party? I would think people would get awfully tired of me sighing. And I would spill my drink all over the carpet while shrugging off questions like, “Why are you standing like that?” and “Are you suffering from polio?”
You know you’re a mom when you want to tell high earning models to stand up straight.
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