Baby crap

While I certainly subscribe to the Less Is More school of thought with regard to baby supplies, there are a few things I’ve found invaluable, so I thought I’d share them here. These are items that, at 11 weeks now (11 weeks? Or 10, who knows, let’s just say almost 3 months), LG and/or I are still using daily. Of course, because kids are fickle, fickle little creeps, she might end up hating ALL THESE THINGS tomorrow. Who knows.

(Also, there are a couple other lists like this floating around the Internet, but all with completely DIFFERENT items, so if you’re into looking at what baby things OTHER people are using, then click here for Temerity Jane’s list, click here for Amalah’s list, and click here for And You Know What Else’s list.)

Various Swings And Seats And Whatnot

I am lucky to have friends (like Elizabeth) and family (like my grandparents) and random behind-us neighbors (like our random behind-us neighbor) who fully stocked us with swings and vibrating chairs and rocking seats, thus giving us many different options for where to put LG.

Up until now, she’s mostly dug her blue electric chair, but has a new-found love for her swing (thanks, E!) I think because there’s a mirror facing down on her, so she can talk to and flirt with the cutie in the mirror (we haven’t broken the news to her that the cutie in the mirror is, in fact, HER.)

Electric chair & swing
Straight napping

I’m lucky to have gotten all these items for free or on loan, but I bet they’re all readily available on Craig’s List, if you’re down with used items (the fluffy seat of the swing pops off easily, so we were able to wash it before using.) A lazy Google search tells me that this electric chair is about $50 and the swing is around $90 (both new, not used.)

This seat, the Fisher Price Newborn Rock & Play Sleeper, was a gift from our behind-us neighbor and is a LIFESAVER. We were lucky to receive it after two restless (literally, no one slept a wink) nights of trying to put LG in her crib.

It’s like a little cocoon, so LG feels all safe and secure (I assume; she hasn’t actually TOLD ME this) and it rocks to and fro (well, you have to rock it yourself, but it’s easy to do from the side of the bed; you can rock it with your foot while also trying to get some shut-eye yourself.) Plus, it’s angled, which is great for babies (like ours) who spit-up a lot or for refluxy babies, who sleep better while at an angle.

Rocker sleeper
Well, you can’t SEE the angle-ness from this, uhh, angle, but trust me, it’s an angled seat

Bottle Warmer

I got this from my best friend Carrie, not really sure if we’d use it, but taking it because YOU NEVER KNOW. I am glad we did, too, because LG is very particular about her bottle. She’s like one of those freaking bears…It can’t be too cold, it can’t be too hot, it has to be juuuuust right. Well allow me to cater to your every need, sweet child o’ mine, for I have a BOTTLE WARMER.

Bottle warmer
Looks vaguely like a toilet, but keeps bottles nice and boob-temperature

Anyway, as I said, I didn’t pay for this, but a quick Google search tells me there are several different brands, ranging anywhere from $16-$32.

Gillian & O’Malley Nursing Tanks

Ladies, I have worn a bra twice since giving birth. I know I’ll eventually have to start wearing one once I go back to work (August 1st, waaaaaaaah!) but in the meantime, I’ve just been living in these Gillian & O’Malley nursing tanks from Target. They’re nice and long, which is good for a tall(er) person like myself and they’re reasonably priced ($16.99.) If you’re more of a big breasted-ed lady, these may not work for you, but for us flat-chested sisters, they’re perfect.

Sunflower!
Here’s me modeling a purple nursing tank, while standing next to my sunflowers. It’s just your typical afternoon garden photo-shoot up in here!

Play-Mat

Those from the older generation see play-mats like this and always make some comment like, “The things these kids have these days!” Yeah, okay, we get it, insert walking-to-school-up-hill-both-ways-in-the-snow story here, but honestly? These play-mats are more for the parents than the babies (at least at the beginning.) Around two weeks old, I started putting LG on her play-mat, just so I’d have something to do other than stare at my sleeping baby. There are rattle-type things and noise-maker type things and the mat itself is washable.

Play-mat
All the bells and whistles


Practicing a little stomach-time, LG demonstrates the diversity of the play-mat

They’re a little pricey – the one I had registered for was around $60 from Babies R Us; the one we own was actually a gift from a friend of ours, but I imagine it was around the same price – but like the swing and the chairs, it’s another place to stick your kid. Plus, like I said, good for the parent’s sanity.

Aden + Anais Swaddle Blankets

Someone doesn’t care to be swaddled anymore, but we still use these blankets, which were a gift from my aunt, as LG’s “blanket” every night. Basically, we just sort of drape it over her and tuck her feet in, but DO NOT DARE cover her hands with it, lest she totally freak out. They’re lightweight and come in cool patterns that aren’t lame-baby, like most baby patterned things are.

Here’s a picture of one of the blankets that I hooked to her seat (using binder clips, just call me MacGruber!) as a sun-shade for when we go on our walks:

Aden + Anais swaddle blanket
No babies were harmed in the taking of this photograph

There you have it, the handful of items I COULD live without if I HAD TO, but I don’t have to, and may I say thank goodness? Because if it weren’t for that swing, I wouldn’t have been able to write this blog post.

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Houston, we have an issue

I’m not usually one who gets behind an “issue” and encourages others to band together with her for or against this issue. I know I personally feel alienated when, on someone’s blog, I read a post about how everyone should be for or against this particular issue and if you’re not, then you have no heart or you’re evil or what-have-you. This is Uh-Merica, where anyone can be for or against any issue they want (right on.)

Until now! Because I have an “issue,” you guys, one that I think ALL OF US, EVERYWHERE can agree needs to stop. Immediately.

My issue is this: Stop Food Network Hosts From Tasting Food On Camera.

The reasons are thrice-fold and are as follows:

Reason Number One Food Network Hosts Need To Stop Tasting Food On Camera: HEY JEALOUSY
I’m not normally a jealous person, but when I watch the Food Network, though I do love it, I can’t help but get a little jealous. Annie B. is there making some DELICIOUS meal with truffles flown in from Italy and creme brulees with her fancy torch and I’m sitting on my couch wearing leggings that have a hole in the butt and I’m STARVING and am probably going to get up and eat a PB&J or perhaps a bowl of Raisin Bran Crunch. The last thing I want to see is Annie B. take a bite of the fancy truffled food or the crispy top of the creme brulee. I’ve already had to watch the entire meal preparation and now I have to watch her eat it? HEY JEALOUSY.

Reason Number Two Food Network Hosts Need To Stop Tasting Food On Camera: Hot Plate! Hot Plate!
Food Network shows are timed pretty rigorously; you can tell they don’t use a lot of takes, which I totally appreciate, as I think it adds to the integrity of the cooking (“integrity of the cooking”? God, I’m lame.) Anyway, the problem with this is that food comes out of the oven and the Food Network host, because they HAVE to TASTE IT, ON CAMERA, is forced to eat a bite of piping hot food. That’s just uncomfortable, man. For them, especially, but also for me and you. I don’t know how many times I’ve put food in front of Chris and said, “Be careful! It’s hot!” only to see him dive right in and do the whoo-hoo-hot!-but delicious! face. Watching someone burn their mouth is just not appetizing. Hot plate! Hot plate!

Reason Number Three Food Network Hosts Need To Stop Tasting Food On Camera: Mom Said Don’t Talk With Your Mouth Full
I don’t think I really need to go into much detail here. No one likes to watch someone talk and eat at the same time. It’s gross and unattractive, but due to the aforementioned time restraints, happens ALL THE TIME on the Food Network. ESPECIALLY, it should be noted, to Guy Fieri, my arch nemesis. Hey Guy! Mom said don’t talk with your mouth full (you ass.)

So there you have it, my “issue,” which I think we can ALL get behind. Hey Food Network! Stop making your hosts taste food on camera!

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Party Week: Part 3

Wow. It appears as though we party a lot, huh? Good thing we log lots of couch time the majority of the year, to make party weeks like this possible! Oh, who am I kidding? We’re all still exhausted.

Rounding out Party Week was the 4th of July, which I’ve always been sort of indifferent to, but since Chris’s birthday is the next day, it’s his favorite holiday (three-day weekend!), so now I’ve jumped on the 4th of July bandwagon.

This year we ventured into Oakland to hang out with Chris’s brothers and eat meats on sticks. LG donned her 4th of July finest (a red suit from her Auntie Akymbo) and the rest of us wore black, naturally.


Hey there, sweet cheeks!

Pouting!
Usual pouty-face. “Where’s that BOOB? I want a BOOB!”

Me & Cal
Me and the (self-proclaimed) Great Grand Uncle Cal, who was too a-scared to change a diaper, but who incidentally got mistaken for LG’s father right after this picture was taken. Dads change diapers, Cal, dads change diapers.

Brothers
Chris and Cal, who DID NOT get mistaken for LG’s fathers right after this picture was taken.

Feets!
Baby feet!


My two favorite gangstas. Damn it feels good, doesn’t it?


Happy Birthday, UH-MERICA.

And thus completes Party Week! We’ll see you again next year. Or when I turn 30. Or when LG turns one. So, next year. But there probably won’t be a keg* at that party.

*Of course there will be a keg at that party.

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Party Week: Part 2

After my friend’s wedding, we skedaddled back home to begin what can only be described as the Week o’ Family. My family, Chris’s family, more of Chris’s family, even more of Chris’s family (he has a very large extended family who incidentally live right near us. We showed up at their houses and they had food! and wine! and cute outfits for LG! Truly awesome people), more of my family, and…You get the idea.

Chris’s party was Saturday and I normally don’t throw the word “epic” around like everyone else on the Internet seems to, but it really was epic. The proof is in the pictures…

Bright eyes
First a picture of LG, because I know she’s all anyone cares about anymore.

Sangria!
It was a green-themed party, as the bee-day boy’s favorite color is green. Also, that is a lot of sangria. Naturally, it was gone by the end of the night.

Keg!
Because man cannot survive on sangria alone, we had to have a keg. Please notice Chris color-coordinated his outfit with his party decor. Tres chic.


Family photo! LG looks displeased, as per usual. And why wouldn’t she be? One of her many minions (grandmas) wasn’t holding her.

Brothers
Uncles (and a dad) in cargo shorts! At one point I took inventory and almost every single male at the party was wearing cargo shorts. They ARE the tuxedo of shorts, as Chris says. Very party appropriate.

Looking festive
LG looking quite festive. And sleepy. ‘Tis a lot of work being passed from great-grandma to grandma to great-grandma to great-grandma to grandma.

Grandmas
Speaking of grandmas…

Grandpas
…And grandpas…

Tay trying to escape
…And BFFs with adorable daughters who wear pink rompers and pearls…

Moms
…And moms…

The GPs
…And parents…

Post-birthday party bloody mary
…And morning-after bloody marys…

…It was an epic party indeed.

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Party Week: Part 1

First of all, thank you for all the party ideas from my last post. Pinatas filled with booze? Booze luges? It’s like you’ve been to this site once or twice! Sadly, in the end, I was too busy/stressed/etc. with everything going on that I didn’t have time to shop for wee plastic bottles of whiskey and gin, but trust me, it was a great party regardless.

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The past couple weeks have been a whirlwind of out-of-town beach wedding and family visiting and party-throwing and finally (FINALLY) it’s just the three of us and I can sit down for a second and regroup. I also don’t have to wear pants if I don’t want to, but that’s neither here nor there.

Anyway, since there’s been SO much party up in here, I thought I’d break it down and tackle them one by one.

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Almost two weeks ago, Chris, LG, and I headed five hours south to my friend-from-junior-high’s wedding. I didn’t really allow myself to think too much about traveling with a baby, instead just throwing things together last minute so as to save myself from any possible disappointment when things didn’t go as planned. There was no plan! So things went great! In fact, the morning we left, I asked Chris, “How many blankets does LG need? Three should be enough, right?” to which Chris responded, “She can’t possibly ruin three blankets in one day.” Now, I know all you mothers and fathers out there just collectively gasped because once you put something like that out there, yes, in fact, your child WILL ruin all three blankets and possibly some hotel towels too, but because she loves us, LG didn’t ruin even one blanket.

Anyway, the wedding was a great time, as evidenced by this picture:I have no recollection of this
I’m not ENTIRELY sure what we’re doing here, but I think it was after several shots of whiskey, so we were obviously having a blast.

Here’s a picture of us looking a little more presentable; one of these days I’ll get my shit together enough to either bring the big camera (and more importantly, USE IT) or at least have someone take our picture with my iPhone. Until then, it’s self-portraits:
We looked fabulous, you'll have to trust me
Who the hell cares about these two? WHERE’S THE BABY?!

Here she is:
Baby at a wedding!
She had THE MOST adotable outfit care of Chris’s Uncle Rick and Aunt Roz and of course I neglected to get a proper picture. BUT. In my defense, she was an absolute terror all afternoon (but was an angel during the ceremony, THANK GOD), so I was a little hesitant to take her out of her seat, lest we become the official wedding ruiners.

I only wish we’d had more time to wander around the beach (Avila Beach, for those curious), because I think traveling with a newborn could really be my cup of tea: Wake up, eat breakfast, take a nap, eat lunch, take another nap, eat dinner, go to bed.

Luckily, though, I did remember to get a picture of LG in her hoodie:
Baby in a hoodie!
COULD YOU JUST DIE?

Tomorrow I’ll take my pictures off the real camera and fill you in on Chris’s birthday party, but for now — Chris’s ACTUAL birthday — I’m going to go hang out with my two favorite people*.

*One of whom will not stop crying and it’s not the one who turned 30 today.

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Party people in the house

Hey Internet, I need your advice.

Chris’s 30th birthday party is this Saturday and we’re having a big shindig to celebrate.

We’ve got the food, as well as the booze, handled (OF COURSE) and I think I have most everything else (games, etc.) handled as well, but I thought I’d do one final check to see if I’m missing anything.

So. Is there anything you’ve done or seen at a party that made it, like, the BEST EVER? (Could be anything big or small, decor, food, music, whatever.) Please to share in the comments!

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Baby’s crying

A couple weeks ago, my friend was in town visiting and we took LG out for cosmopolitans and lunch. LG was well-behaved, as she typically is when we go out in public, thanks in large part to the rigid schedule we keep her on prior to outings, so as to ensure optimum good baby behavior (eat, burp, change, and go! Quick! While she’s still sleeping!)

While we were at lunch, my friend asked what I’d do if LG wasn’t acting so well-behaved. Would I leave the restaurant?

Well. I don’t know.

There are a lot of factors I’d have to take into consideration: What kind of behavior is LG exhibiting? Is she just kind of fussy or is she CRYING crying? And, factors that don’t have to do with the baby: What day of the week is it? What time of day? Where are we eating? How many people are in the restaurant? How loud is it?

I wouldn’t let her sit there SCREAMING her fool head off, but I also wouldn’t flee at the first signs of fussiness. (Although I would internally freak out, if we’re being honest.) (And I suppose I have to admit my version of fussiness might be another person’s SCREAMING, so it’s unfortunately totally objective. Or subjective. I never know the difference.)

Her question did get me thinking, though, about peoples’ disdain for babies in public places, say, in restaurants or on airplanes. I know as someone who doesn’t like kids except my own, I have been known to do the whole, “Grrrrrreat, we’re being seated next to the people with the baby,” thing. Of course now that I have a baby myself, my attitude is a little different (I will sit here and enjoy this cocktail, dammit. My money’s green, too. Etc. Etc.) (I also realize, yes, I will have to reassess my stance on kids in restaurants once LG grows and things change.)

Airplanes are a different beast, though, as I don’t think anyone really wants to fly, EVER, and especially not with a baby. The name of the game in air travel is survival — surviving TSA, surviving boarding the plane with douchebags who mill around even though the plane isn’t boarding their section yet, surviving the middle seat, surviving the bathrooms, you get the idea.) I can only imagine doing all that with children is a special kind of hell.

Which is why, when I’m on a plane, I sit down and tune out, not really paying attention to whether or not there’s a baby (unless there’s an annoying kid kicking the back of my seat, in which case, STOP THAT RIGHT NOW.) I have always figured parents don’t WANT to be there, so why add to their stress with glares and side-eyes. (I hope that buys me some good flying-with-a-baby karma in the future.)

A good karma story: One time I was on a Southwest flight and I was in the aisle seat, sharing the row with a woman with a baby, who was in the window seat. The flight attendants told us multiple times that it was going to be a full flight, and yet this woman kept trying to dissuade people from sitting between us. (I get wanting to try for that extra seat, but it was made VERY clear there would be NO extra seats.)

A middle-aged business man came up to sit between us and the woman said, “Okay, but I may need to change a diaper…” to which he responded, laughing, “Oh, I have four kids — I’ve done the diaper thing!”

I really appreciated the guy’s attitude; this woman was clearly on the defense, even though she didn’t need to be, so I imagine it was nice to fly with baby-friendly people. (Although her line about the diaper was this side of ridiculous. Like you’re REALLY going to change a diaper in a cramped airplane seat, puh-leaze.)

Anyway, I guess with all this, I’m wondering what YOUR thoughts are on babies in public places. Whether you have kids or not, do tell! (This will help me gauge the level of hatred from other patrons when I bring LG to Napa next week.)

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“What ain’t no country I’ve ever heard of. They speak English in What?”

A couple weeks ago, one of my favorite Internet people, Christina, posted about the book “Go The Fuck To Sleep” on Style Lush. Then yesterday, another one of my favorite Internetters, Jimaie, sent me an email alerting me that Samuel L. Jackson has recorded an audio version of the book. According to Jimaie, it totally reminded her of me. I am proud that profanity reminds people of me. I’m doing something right, obviously.

Anyway, for your listening pleasure, please to click on the video below. WARNING: NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK (well, unless your office appreciates well-placed profanity, WHICH IT SHOULD.)

(There’s a brief interview with the bad motherfucker, Mr. SLJ himself; the story starts around the 00:50 mark.)

Bummer, dudes! Looks like they took the YouTube video down for copyright reasons. Here’s a link to download it for free, though.

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Babies: Ruining their Parents’ Brains Since Forever

They say you lose brain cells and get kind of stupid when you’re pregnant (my mom appropriately calls it pregnesia.) I don’t know if it’s a real thing (am I REALLY passing my brain cells to my child?) or if it’s just because pregnant women turn into giant (no pun intended, okay maybe a little bit intended) navel gazers, but it does happen. What’s worse, it apparently doesn’t go away. See: Exhibits One and Two.

Exhibit One (Pregnesia): My parents bought Chris a very nice Seattle Seahawks sweatshirt for Christmas, but since it was a little short in the sleeves, my mom said to send it back directly to the Seahawks pro shop and ask for it to be exchanged for a bigger size. I packaged everything up and put the box in my car and mailed it off.

Or so I thought.

Months later, Chris was loading the trunk of my car with luggage and he said, “Oh! Is this my replacement sweatshirt?” and I was like, “What sweat—SHIT.” I thought I’d mailed it – I REMEMBERED that I’d mailed it – and even told Chris as much when he asked me about it a month before…”Oh yes, I mailed that a month ago!” Uhh, no, no you didn’t.

See? Pregnesia.

Exhibit Two (Once You Have A Baby You Still Lose Your Mind-esia): On May 17th, after LG’s one month doctor’s appointment, I made her two month appointment for June 20th. This should be easy to remember, I thought, as her birthday is April 20th.

Then about two weeks ago, I received a call from the doctor’s office, saying they needed to reschedule. Finally, last Friday, I stopped avoiding the phone and decided to return the doctor’s call and reschedule the appointment. After all, the appointment was for this Monday.

OR SO I THOUGHT.

I rescheduled the appointment for Tuesday the 21st and then went about the remainder of my weekend. We were out and about a lot and I told people on numerous occasions that LG was almost 2 months old…”Eight weeks on Wednesday!”…”They grow up so fast!”…”SHE’S a girl.” (Ahem, sorry, I’m just annoyed at having to always tell people she’s a she. I know she looks like her father, but she looks like a GIRL version of him, thankyouverymuch, assholes.)

ANYWAY. All weekend, I thought she had an appointment for Tuesday the 21st, and even though we did several things over the weekend where I needed to know the dates, I STILL didn’t put it together that the 21st was NOT this Tuesday. And I STILL didn’t put it together that LG was almost seven weeks old, not eight.

Then early yesterday morning, I checked the calendar to make sure I had the time right for LG’s appointment and that’s when I realized it was next week. And then I wondered if Chris knew she was only seven weeks old and had he been letting me go around telling people the wrong information all weekend? So I texted him, “LG’s appointment is next Tuesday. And she’s only 7 weeks old. Oops.” to which he responded, “That’s funny! I could have sworn she was 8 weeks also. Seems like she’s been around for years!”

See? Once You Have A Baby You Still Lose Your Mind-esia.

At least they’re cute, is all I have to say.

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Straight cute lookin’

Well, I still have a baby and other than pooping and breastfeeding, which I refuse to discuss here (because no one cares about my boobs or my kid’s butt, you know?), there’s not a whole lot to write about.

She eats and she poops. And that’s it. Sometimes she cries like a damn fool and thus, I spend a lot of my afternoons on the back porch, chanting “Whooo sah, whooo sah.”

Really, though, she’s a pretty good baby. Even though we joke that she’s the worst baby in the world, she’s really not. Most days I like her, especially if she’s being exceptionally cute. If she’s not, well, there’s always tomorrow.

Now! What you came here for — some shots of her looking exceptionally cute…


Looking cute in her romper


Looking cute with her dad twin


Looking cute with her ruffle bottom


Looking cute with a smile

She's here to pump...You up
Looking cute flexing her baby biceps

Camera one
Looking cute laying around


Looking cute doing my favorite thing that she does

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