One day I’ll have the time (and topic) to write something worth reading, but today is not that day. Until then, here, look at some funny pictures of my kid falling over:
Baby in a hoodie!
Going…
Going…
Still going…
Still going…
Gone.
Auf Wiedersehen!
LG is really keeping us on our toes here at Home Sweet Sarah.
The other morning I walked in her room to find her 180 degrees from the direction I’d put her to bed in, her head at the end where her feet had been. I asked Chris if he’d been in her room in the night. He had not…
Then this morning I walked in (to very loud screaming) to find LG sideways, her legs through the slats of the crib. Poor little kid was totally freaking out and would not listen to my reasoning that if she just STAYED where I’d PUT HER, we wouldn’t have this problem*. Kids, they never listen.
After a bottle and last week’s Project Runway (good choices for both the winner and loser, methinks, except that Joshua needs an attitude-adjustment), I put LG back in her crib, propped up in a Boppy. Every few minutes, I’d have to quit what I was doing to RE-prop her up, as she’d wiggled herself lower and lower and out of the Boppy, which understandably pissed her off. Again, if she’d just listen…
Finally I got some silence, but when I came in a little while later to retrieve her so we could leave, she was like this:
Doh!
And then she puked all over her new outfit and my (not new, but clean) outfit, as well as my clean and styled hair, because OF COURSE SHE DID. It is the Law Of Spitting Up: No matter when you fed the kid, no matter how many burps or pukes you got out of the kid, the kid WILL puke all over you as you’re leaving the house. And running late. Because of course.
*If you leave me a comment saying, “Just you wait till she really starts moving!” or something equally-annoying and obvious and not helpful, I will delete your comment. I’m not in the mood today.
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Fall into change
It is now (FINALLY) September, which means we’ve entered my second-favorite month of the year (my birth month, February, is first-favorite.)
This is the month of anniversaries (my parents’, mine, my BFF’s) and Labor Day (no work!), as well as the official first day of Fall, which, even though September is usually still one of the hottest months here in California, is my favorite season.
September will also, SO HELP ME GOD, bring an end to August: The Month Of Sick. We’ve all been sick twice (various colds and flus; nothing too serious, except LG had a slight flu and there’s nothing more sad than your usually-happy baby all red- and watery-eyed and pitiful.)
It’s time to give August the boot and get out of the house FINALLY, so on this long weekend we are — rain or shine, sore throat or not — going to Napa to, A) Pick up our wine shipment, and B) Sit out on the patio and enjoy some bubbles.
There are a lot of things I miss about living in San Diego: The quick walk to our favorite bar; the hills along the cliffs, which are far superior for working out than our flat subdivision; and countless restaurants that are not named Chili’s or BJ’s or (Cr)Applebee’s.
But San Diego doesn’t have the beautiful wine country, where I’d spend every weekend if money were no object. It doesn’t have my nice big house, with my garden in the backyard. And it doesn’t have seasons that change, where leaves fall and rain comes, and the hills outside our bedroom window turn bright green.
We met as kids there, but we’ll raise our kid here, where changes actually happen. Change can be good, change can be very, very good.
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All growned up
After all the initial sadness (all mine) and tears (all mine) about taking LG to daycare, it actually turned out fine. Chris and I dropped her off together that first Monday morning and I never looked back. I didn’t call all day, figuring they’d call me if there was a problem and of course, no one called me. LG was just fine, as I knew she would be. (It was me I was more worried about.)
While I do miss her during the day, of course, I know she’s really enjoying it there and the daycare ladies LOVE HER. Every day, they tell us how easy LG is and how she’s the best baby. I know they probably tell every parent that about their kid, but…No they don’t. LG is the best, dammit.
Just being her usual awesome self. No big deal.
They also regularly tell me how I should be a supermodel and how pretty I am and well, between that and the complementary coffee and tea (and sometimes muffins and scones!) they put out for the parents, I might just start hanging out there myself.
Of course with a room full of snot-nosed little kids, germs abound and by the end of the first week, LG was sick.
Here’s the poor little lamb-chop passed out on the couch the Saturday after her first week at daycare:
And because she’s such a giving and sharing child, she gave her cold to me. What a doll.
Cold notwithstanding, daycare has been great and worth every penny, just like we knew it would be. Now, if only we could pay to stop time a little bit, because MY BABY IS GROWING UP TOO FAST.
“What, MOM?”
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“Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy”*
My mom was in my office this week. She’s up here on business a lot, but has never been in my actual place of business.
When I got her text that she was in the building, I jumped out of my chair. “My mom’s here!” I shouted to my coworkers, and then ran out to go meet her.
As I was waiting outside the door for her to get out of her meeting, I could hear her beyond the door, laughing and talking.
I Tweeted, “My mom’s here!”
“I can hear mom!”
“I’m so excited to see my mom!”
“Mom mom mom!”
And then I wondered if this is how LG feels when she hears my voice? I like to think so.
Four months old, 28 years old, it doesn’t matter. Moms are the best.
(Except maybe between the ages of 13 and 17, when it’ll be more like, “Ugh, my mom’s here.” But that’s okay, because those are prime ages to embarrass your children.)
*Stewie Griffin, of course.
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And so it begins…
LG wore her Seahawks gear and held her Fan Bear for the entire pre-season game last week. Seattle won (woo!) which of course means we can’t wash this onesie ever again. And they must sit on the couch, like this, for every single game of the season.
Although something tells me even if the ‘Hawks lose, Chris’s Sundays won’t be as awful as they used to be if they lost…
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Peanut free mom*!
Me: Oh, I need to get a peanut to rub on LG’s face.
Chris: …WHY?
Me: Because I want to make sure she’s not allergic to peanuts.
Chris: …
Me, grabbing a peanut from a container of mixed nuts: We need to build up her immunity!
Chris: Well you need to use one without the skin on it! It needs to be a plain peanut!
Aaaaand, this is why we’re awesome parents.
Also, the rub-a-peanut-on-LG test turned out positive. Or negative. Whatever, she was fine.
*The title comes from the Twitter account @PeanutFreeMom, which is a parody on all the nut-(no pun intended)-case parents out there. I don’t follow him/her, but I do check in every once in awhile for a chuckle.
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Lessons Learned from Mom: Part Five
“Many hands make for light work.”
Oh man, did I hear this all the time growing up. And now I say it all the time because dammit to hell, it is so true. Need to unload groceries? Everybody help! Need to…Wash something (?) (I don’t know, I don’t clean.) Everybody help! Many hands make for light work!
Always carry a wine opener
This one comes courtesy of my mother-in-law, who, on the very first night I met her, gave me a wine opener to carry in my purse. I now swipe wine openers from hotels whenever possible and hand them out to other, wine opener-less people.
My co-workers made fun of me for carrying a wine opener until (can you see where this story is going?) we threw a cocktail party for the people on our floor and didn’t have a wine opener. That’s right, everyoooooone laugh at the pregnant chick who carries a wine opener everywhere…UNTIL YOU NEED TO USE HER WINE OPENER, of course.
What lessons have you learned from your mom? Or dad? Or mother-in-law? Or grandma? Or mother-figure? Or father-figure? Or George Michael?
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