Mommy musings
Orange ya glad I didn't say 'Banana'?
We started off this morning as we usually do, with a few cheerios and some banana cut into bite sized pieces (she's decided she doesn't absolutely have to eat it whole, thank goodness). I dole the banana bits out to her two at a time on her tray because if I give her more than that, she'll put a piece in her mouth, half chew it, spit it out, and then stuff the next piece into her mouth. It's like she's afraid they're going to vanish or something. But if I dish it out two at a time, she'll actually chew and swallow each piece. Thus it was in this manner, two pieces at a time, that Baby Girl managed to consume an entire half banana. I kid you not. An entire half banana (and a fair sized banana, it was too) ended up in Baby Girl's tummy. Not on her tray, or the floor, or smushed into the highchair cover, or in the little trough at the end of her bib. In her tummy.
Thus it came really as no surprise that she only consumed 2 oz of her normally 8 ounce bottle. And she wasn't hungry again until mid-morning.
Duck, duck, goose
We made our usual Saturday morning trip to Chicken Landing today to feed the ducks and geese. I cheated and brought an almost whole loaf of still-fresh bread. It's cause Baby Girl likes to eat it instead of throw it to the ducks. I'd rather she be eating fresh multigrain bread than stale stuff.
A little bit off the beaten path we saw a mama goose and her goslings. So we stopped to feed them first. Unfortunately (for mama) it wasn't long before the other ducks and geese in the area figured out we were there with free handouts, and gathered round to partake of the breadly feast. This stressed mama to no end, who spent the rest of the time with her neck bent in a weird sideways "S", snapping and hissing at anyone who got too close to her babies. Never mind that it was usually the babies who had wandered too close to one of the stranger ducks or geese :-). We left before poor mama could have a heart attack. Although I'm not sure I'd know a goose having a heart attack if I saw one. She might have been right in the midst of one already, for all we knew. Nonetheless, we decided we had stressed the poor mother goose out enough and we proceeded to our usual duck-and-goose-feeding spot.
Pint-sized
When we got home we spent the afternoon playing outside in the yard and the deck. With plenty of sunscreen and our sunhat of course. We even tried out our new little deck chair! As you can see, we like things that are just our size (almost; her feet don't touch the ground yet ;-). They make us feel all grown up! We have a second for when friends come over too :-).
Yes, that is a diaper in her hand. But don't worry, there's another one on her bum. She's got this thing about diapers now. About the only way I can get her to not fiddle with the one she's wearing and undo it while I'm changing her is to give her another one to hold.
On Mother's Day
It is the eve of Mother's Day. My first one as a mom! Excited? Yes. But I also feel like I've earned it! All you moms of grown children are scoffing. I can hear you. Give it another 18 years, you want to tell me. Or 25. Yeah, ok. But still. I know I've earned it!
Tim mentioned last weekend he was going to make me waffles for breakfast on Mother's Day. Yum! Waffles! I love my waffles. But he's been working all week and also some pretty late nights too, so when I went grocery shopping yesterday I went ahead and bought some waffle mix. To avoid what surely would have been a disappointment on many levels for us all if mommy wasn't going to be able to have her waffles for breakfast. Good thing too, cause the question I got today was "Did you buy waffle mix?" :-). I also bought strawberries and devonshire cream :-).
I've also been sick all week with the nastiest, ickiest chest cold. I've been coughing, actually hacking, up bits of olive green snot for the last 8 days. I'm taking cough medicine with codeine in it, but in order to actually be able to get to sleep with the pain and coughing that still ensues, I take a couple tylenol PM an hour or so later. I've also been working all week while I've been sick. Some from home and some in the office. Going into the office sucked. I was hacking and coughing and feeling like crap. Working at home sucked, because all I wanted to be doing was lying in bed. Friday afternoon my ass was finally kicked enough by this damn cold to make me go home at noon and stay in bed and not work. I slept for 4 hours straight. Woke up just in time to go out and do said grocery shopping and pick up the munchkin from school. Did I mention she's been sick all week too? Same cold. Guess where I got it. Only she's been handling it a bit better than me. Must be the naps she gets at school. And the lack of responsibility and deadlines :-)
With his long hours and late nights and me being home sick, I've also been on formula-making, bottle-pouring, and dishwasher-emptying duty. Only it's been taking me twice as long to do because every time I have to cough, which is about every 5 seconds, I have to back away and bury my face to avoid contaminating... everything... in the kitchen. It's a pretty violent cough.
Baby Girl's been sleeping through the night. On her tummy no less. But me, I've been waking myself up coughing. Ugh.
At any rate, I do believe, knock on wood, that we're both approaching the end of our colds. Which is good. Because the weather's nice and I want to be able to walk outside with Baby Girl without coughing up a lung.
So what insights have I gained in this last 9 months? All the sappy stuff, for sure. But the big major discovery for me was the attraction of the toilet as a place to catch up on reading and a little peace and quiet. I could never understand it before Baby Girl. You know - the stereotypical Dad who says he's going "to the library" and you see him with newspaper under the arm, beelining for the bathroom. I've figured it out. No one can deny you if you say you have to go to the bathroom. It's a personal and almost guaranteed right. And I never go unless I have to in reality; In other words, haven't gone so far as to lie about it... yet. But when I'm in there, whose to say how much time it needs to take me? And it's so peaceful and quiet. And I can't be disturbed. Because whose going to want to interrupt... well... that? Yes, there is a basket of trashy gossip magazines sitting beside our toilet. And yes, I've read them all. In there.
So what do I want for my first Mother's Day? It's pretty simple. Health. For all of my family and for me. that's all. Um... oh, uh. Ok. And maybe a nice long, hot bath; and a night without having to do the dishes, tidy the kitchen, make formula, or pour bottles. And I want to know why I've been mysteriously banished from the laundry room while Tim's been in there the last couple of weeks working on my Mother's day gift. And I guess I could do with a couple of new gossip magazines ;-)
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