Dec 15, 2014 | Holidays, Sesame |
We had a busy Saturday. First, we dropped AB off at parents day out at MOPS. I was really proud of myself for signing her up because I still don’t love leaving her with other people. (Except on the days I want to break outta this house like a criminal escaping prison. Then I’d hand her off to almost anyone.) Christopher and I had a breakfast date then walked around the mall. In other words, we partied hard during our childless two hours.
In the afternoon I took Annabelle to a Christmas party put on by A Soldier’s Child Foundation. She wore the second dress in her Christmas dress rotation. It’s a real shame she’s a shabby looking child.
The party was held at a church downtown and a grand total of 800 children were signed up to attend. I like kids but that’s A LOT OF CHILDREN in one spot. Every family got a blanket, a book and a bag of gifts specifically bought for each child. I’ve always been on the giving end of these events so it felt extremely weird to be the one receiving. I almost didn’t sign Annabelle up for it because I felt so odd. Annabelle didn’t feel odd at all. She waved at everyone, pulled on the pompom hat of the girl in front of her, ate a container of apple sauce, and loved the music. Basically, all her Christmas dreams came true in one hour.
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| I managed to get most of our faces in the picture. My selfie skills are improving. |
I wish we could met the family who picked out gifts for Annabelle. They wrote us the sweetest card and gave us this big bag. It was so generous of them.
She opened one gift yesterday and we’re saving the rest for Christmas. Not that she notices there are more in the bag. All they needed to do was give her the gold bow. She played with it for 15 minutes straight.
Dec 3, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
6:02- Rude awakening thanks to a diaper malfunction.
6:20- I’m wearing new pjs, drinking a bottle (aka first breakfast) with Dad and watching Mom put a new sheet on my crib.
7:41- I awake for the day and wonder when Mom will get me up. She doesn’t arrive for 10 minutes.
8:10- Mom nurses me aka I have my second breakfast.
8:40- Third breakfast! We’re out of all the good breakfast food (muffins, oatmeal, butter which means we can’t have toast) so I eat rice krispie cereal.
9:30- Bath in the big tub!
9:58- My head is squeezed through a tiny hole. Apparently this is what they call “getting dressed”.
10:02- Down for a nap.
10:20- I cry until Mom picks me up and nurses me. I need that midmorning snack to get through my nap.
10:57- I decide Mom’s had enough alone time. Time to play, eat puffs and pull on the curtains.
11:15- Dance party to Christmas music!
11:50- I have a healthy lunch of apple sauce with aronia berry. Mom says she doesn’t know what aronia berry is but she’s giving it to me anyway. Is that safe?
12:30- I spend 15 minutes playing with a mini gourd. Mom still hasn’t put away her fall decor yet.
12:50- Mom notices I’m eating Dad’s playing cards with the confederate flag on them. She says even though the confederate flag isn’t her favorite doesn’t mean I should be eating it. #partypooper
12:52- She sticks her finger in my mouth and pulls out a wad of paper.
12:53- I fall over and smack my head on the floor. TEARS.
12:55- We’re going outside! To the mailbox! My favorite daily activity!
1:10- We sit in the rocking chair so I can have second lunch.
1:20- I play my piano like the child prodigy that I am. I go crazy and play with my feet while holding a green ball because YOLO.
2:00- nap time
2:43- THIS NAP TIME IS OVER. (Mom is not happy with me. She says I’ve had horrible naps today.)
3:00- Mom says we need to get out of the house so we go to the grocery store.
3:37- I’m sandwiched between two boxes of crackers and a roll of plastic wrap.
4:28- Eating crackers in my highchair while watching Mom decorate the mantle. She hasn’t asked my opinion.
6:00- I enjoy a meal of peas, carrots and more crackers.
6:18- I randomly yell “hi” to no one in particular.
6:30- I look at the American Girl magazine for a present to get myself give Prince George for Christmas.
6:52- I’m stuck under my exersaucer.
7:07- Pajama/Bible book/nightly snack time.
7:20- Mom sings to me then we do our nightly ritual of touching the elephant lamp, waving to the Paddington Bear stuffed animal and hitting the elephants on my mobile.
7:33- Mom puts me in bed and says good night. Says she loves me but doesn’t want to see me again until the morning.
7:41- I’m writing this from my crib. Don’t tell Mom but I’m not asleep.
Nov 29, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
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Another month, another picture.
Completely not caring that Mom is making a big fuss about me turning 8 months old. |
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| One sock on, one sock off. Starting fashion trends among the babies of the world. |
Making it quick this month. I have walls to roll into and snacks to eat.
Vital statistics: Somewhere around 14.5 pounds and long enough that my pants are getting short.
New favorite foods: mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and muffins
Milestones of my young life this month:
* I learned how to say hi and will say it while waving.
* I am this close to crawling. No one else in the house is excited about this development.
* I’ve become a big fan of Dad. The more bottles he gives me the more I like him. It’s win win for everyone.
Nov 7, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized, What's going on |
I’m on a tight schedule here. The name of the schedule is Annabelle and the clock counting down to til her nap time ends is ticking.
I used google this week for the first time since February. We watched a movie about two Google interns and I decided to see how long I could go without using the google. The answer is ten months. I would have kept on going strong had I not needed a screenshot of a google search. This proves that not only is google not the be all and end all of internet search sites, but also that I stick to something I put my mind to it. Not that we ended another example of that when I refused to talk to someone for three years straight because he offended my sister. It’s even more impressive when you consider that I saw him at least two times every week. Also to be noticed is Elizabeth talked to him THE VERY NEXT DAY. I take vicarious offenses very seriously.
Speaking of the internet, I’m part of a breastfeeding group on facebook. Ninety percent of what’s posted is of no use to me but I stay in the group for the information in the other ten percent. If we’re being completely honest, I also stay in because some of the ladies are a little intense and I enjoy ranting to Christopher about it when he gets home. “You’ll ruin your child for life if you let them cry it out! Free the boobs and nurse uncovered in public! I have five kids so I’m an expert on all things baby! Formula is evil and should never be given! Don’t even consider having a baby at a hospital!” It’s a real morale booster when you’re having a bad day and letting your baby cry in her crib.
I rarely comment but a few weeks ago I replied to a question about nursing in church. Thirty two comments later, people were off topic and bringing up human rights, how men need to stop paying attention to a womans chest, and, of all things, Mary and Jesus. One lady said, “Duh! Mary feed Jesus without a cover.” I (because there’s nothing like fanning the flame!) said, “Nobody knows for sure how Mary feed Jesus.” She replied, “There are tons of breastfeeding paintings from the early church showing Mary baring her chest.” Ok then. I didn’t realize I was dealing with an expert on early church paintings. Here I was thinking those portraits weren’t actually Mary. I assumed she’d be too busy washing whatever fabric contraption she used for a diaper and not have time to pose for a portrait.
(I hear some squawking from the crib. I’m going to stick her in the highchair with a handful of puffs while I finish pounding this out.)
Since we’re on the topic of babies and food, I hate every time we have to give Annabelle a bottle of formula. I wanted to last a whole year without formula (maybe a lofty goal because I do not love nursing) and I did make it to 6 months, but the girl needs to eat and sometimes I don’t have enough for her. Sesame Pie doesn’t seem to care one bit where her food comes from as long as she gets some in her mouth.
Now she’s pounding on her fists on the tray and demanding more puffs. Our Miss Manners lessons are really sticking.
Nov 2, 2014 | Holidays, Sesame |
Halloween 2014
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| We borrowed the uniform from my army teddy bear. He didn’t come with pants. |
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| Cutest little soldier I’ve ever seen. |
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We dressed her as a pan of spaghetti. She was understandably confused as to
why we allowing her to sit on the stove. |
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| “I can’t believe these are the people God picked to be my parents. Can I get a do-over?” |
Oct 28, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
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| Laying on the floor and contemplating my future as I turned 7 months. |
Vital statistics: I weigh 14.3lbs and am 26″ long. Mom knows this because she spent the month crying and stressing about my weight after the doctor told she wasn’t feeding me enough. (Editorial comment- I need a month long vacation to Europe after this month.)
Favorite foods: Puffs, pears, bread, apples, rice and anything that isn’t banana flavored.
Biggest dislikes: Having my face washed and diaper changes in the middle of the night. (Editorial comment- she wakes up because her diaper is wet so she shouldn’t complain when it’s changed.)
Favorite toys: paper, plastic, (Mom says I collect those like I’m a recycling bin), my abacus, Honeypot the bear. My favorite way to play is to pick something up with my feet and hold it there as I touch it with my hands.
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| Party hats and pj’s. That’s how I roll. |
Milestones of my young life this month:
* I said mama! Usually I only say it when I’m distressed.
* I visited a pumpkin patch and enjoyed eating hay.
* Some days I’m really quiet but other days I talk/babble/scream/screech/squeal.
* I celebrated Daddy’s birthday! Mom dressed me up in a party hat and dress. She wanted me to be the centerpiece of the party but I was tired so I cried and was the party pooper.
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| “Prince George! I am so touched! You want to share your snack with me?!'” |
