May 13, 2014 | Holidays, Motherhood, Sesame |
Yesterday was the day people wrote touching stories about how they looked at their child and fell in love with him/her the instant it was born.
I did not feel that way.
When the doctor held her up, I didn’t think “I’m so glad Sesame is a girl” or “I love her so much”. I looked at her and thought “She looks just like Tom Carl.” Tom Carl is a boy I’ve known since I was born and hadn’t thought about for months, yet suddenly he popped into my head in the operating room. I didn’t remember having dated Tom and certainly didn’t remember marrying him but my child looked like him. My medicated self was so confused.
We did the baby dedication at church yesterday morning. The fact that I WILLINGLY SIGNED UP for an event that required me to stand in front of people proves that I have officially lost my mind. I was worried that I’d fall down the stairs or the baby would pull down the top of my dress but neither happened, hallelujah praise the Lord. Some people (looking at you, Alaska Sarah) pointed out that I didn’t smile while I was up there but there’s no way that was going to happen. We can only expect so many miracles on a Sunday morning. I hoped no one would be looking at me when they could be looking at a cute baby in her signature blue bow.
Annabelle and I wore matching dresses. I’m going to take advantage of matching with her while I can.
She really liked that we were matchy-matchy. Look at the enthusiasm!
That afternoon we went to the pottery painting studio because I wanted a tile with Sesame’s hand print on it. Not only am I sentimental, I am slightly crazy to think she’d be on board with the idea. She cried the entire time but we got it. One day, probably next month, I’ll look at it and cry about how little her hand was. Speaking of crying, the girl rolled from her belly to her side on Friday. Talk about traumatic. Rolling today, college tomorrow.
IF I even let her go to college, which is doubtful.
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| I love her squishy face. |
May 6, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized, What's going on |
Well, this weekend was just riveting.
If you call a misidentifying cows as horses to your impressionable child and two boycotted nap times riveting.
Apparently there was enough of a nap time for me to take 12 pictures of the baby in various almost-identical potions. This happens to me all the time. I’ll take one picture because she looks sweet then OMG SHE MOVED HER LITTLE FINGER ISN’T THAT PRECIOUS so I take another forty-four. There is something wrong with me.
Our friend was scheduled to return home from his deployment on Saturday so I picked the most appropriate outfit I could find for Annabelle. As these things go, the homecoming was rescheduled to midnight which I deemed too late to go out with the baby. Cue much sorrow and sadness on my part and no emotion on her part. We make our fashion choices but the Army decides if they shall indeed be worn.
Here’s Little Miss America all dressed up with nowhere to go.
I know it’s a blurry picture, but this was her face when I told her I hope she doesn’t have a career that involves wearing a bikini and heels while walking across a stage. I’m in favor of a career with more clothes, like a professional skier or scuba diver.
You get this picture for free.
No charge for this one either!
Her mouth is in a different position so I had to take another picture. OBVIOUSLY.
Saturday night we went out for our anniversary. Unlike our first post-baby date we did not go to Lowes for firework and an ax although the romance in that place is oozing. We got dressed up and went to a fancee restaurant in the next town over. The Kentucky Derby was on and I spent a (probably annoying) lengthy amount of time discussing how I wanted to go to the derby, what I would wear and what I would name my horse. Then the race happened and just like that it was over. Am I the only American who didn’t know the race is only one lap? Seems like a lot of work for an event you might miss if you get up for a refill of nachos and cheese.
Sunday afternoon I left the baby to watch Christopher Christopher to watch the baby while I went out on my own for a while. I went to the bookstore than found myself in front of a rack of cute capris at a clothing store. I’m currently smaller than maternity pants (one would hope) but slightly larger than my normal pants size which leaves me with very few options. The good from deciding to eat an apple and peanut butter with lunch (healthy!) was probably destroyed when I decided to mix cool whip in with peanut butter so I don’t know when I’ll get back to my normal pants size. Cool whip is too good. There was a point to that story but now I’ve lost it.
(Skipping the part of the weekend where we became THOSE parents in Walmart with the screaming baby.)
Yesterday Christopher asked if I wanted to played tennis with him. I’m terrible at games involving flying balls so naturally tennis is right up my ally. I looked like a drunk donkey the entire time. It was a beautiful look for me. I’m sure Annabelle would have taken 44 pictures if she could have. Or she would have been so embarrassed she’d have fled the scene.
Apr 29, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
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| It’s my one month post and I’ll look away if I want to. |
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| Taken today at exactly 1:40, the time I was born. |
Vital statistics: 8.1 lbs, 21” long. I’m still rocking the newborn diapers and mostly wearing newborn clothes.
Best friend: Mr.Lion. He gets all my love.
My sleeping habits: At night I usually sleep for about 5-7 hours, wake up to eat, than sleep for 2-3 more hours. I am a very noisy sleeper which doesn’t annoy my dad but sometimes bothers my mom. Occasionally she blames her lack of sleep on me and the big D-a-d. One night Dad was snoring and I was grunting and groaning so loud Mama couldn’t get any sleep for hours. She was so happy in the morning!
I answer to: Sesame, Annabelle, Anna, AB, and Squishy. My mom’s also been known to call me Addison and Ava for reasons I do not understand. I really have very little idea what my name is.
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| I picked my first flower this week. Mom was so proud. |
I enjoy/am mildly amused at: Mealtime, music, walks around the neighborhood, baths, when Daddy sings to me because he gets the words wrong, my new swing from Oma.
Editorial comments: Somehow the baby has gone from the size of a sesame seed to a little person who has started to smile. If at any point time decides to slow down you won’t hear any complaints from me.
Apr 17, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Yesterday I told Annabelle I had a joke for her.
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| “I’ll listen but don’t promise I’ll be impressed.” |
“Maybe Katie’s baby will be a little girl born on Sunday and she’ll be an Easter chick.”
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| “I am not amused.” |
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“My diaper is showing. I am so embarrassed.
I can’t believe you’re allowing me to be seen in a such a state of indecency.
To add insult to injury it’s a Mickey Mouse diaper. The least you could have done is put me in one of those fancy peacock feather diapers you’re so proud of. Mother? Are you even listening or are you still laughing at that joke?” |
Apr 15, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Yesterday we took Annabelle to church for the first time.
I put her in her homecoming dress because it’s so adorable and I want to get every wear out of it that I can. I didn’t realize her headband was too tight until it came off while nursing and I saw a little red indentation on her head. Mother of the year over here putting fashion before comfort.
By some Sunday miracle we arrived 15 minutes early. The first time we went anywhere with the baby was to a doctors appointment the day after we got home from the hospital and we arrived no less than 38 minutes late. I was so humiliated and have been trying to redeem us ever since. She slept through Sunday school and hiccuped and sneezed through the entire service. She’s always so delicate!
We’ve suddenly become popular with the ladies at church. I always like to see/hold people’s babies and am always annoyed saddened when they don’t immediately hand the baby over for me to hold. I know others might feel the same way which is why I’ve been become surprisingly quick to hand my baby over to clean and responsible humans. Not to mention that most people said I’d never let anyone else hold Sesame and I’m out to prove them wrong.
As if one big event wasn’t enough for the week, today was the first day Annabelle and I were home all day without Christopher. Looks like she’s tired of spending the whole day alone with me already.
Apr 12, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Today was Annabelle’s two week check up.
HOW IS SHE TWO WEEKS OLD?!?!?!?!?!
She doesn’t seem too affected by her mother’s current sorrow.
Christopher had the privilege of holding the baby while I had the privilege of filling out all the paperwork. Annabelle had the privilege of snoozing.
I had never filled out paperwork as someone’s mother and it just about did me in. I kept answering the questions as if I was the patient. It would ask a question about parents and I would answer as if I was talking about my parents. I JUST realized I said some of her grandparents had cancer when in fact they have not. Mine have. She’s destined for a life of confusion with me as her mother.
After I finished the seven double-sided pages of paperwork I read Fit Pregnancy magazine. I didn’t read Fit Pregnancy when I was pregnant so it’s only logical I would begin now. At least I was learning things for next time.
Don’t be fooled by the serenity in these photos. The screaming rivaled her screaming at bath time which is saying something. I’d be screaming too if I had to lay naked on a table while a stranger took my temperature in the most awkward place possible.
Tragic news update: she’s growing VERY RAPIDLY and it make me so sad I could cry. She was 5lbs. 14oz when she came home from the hospital twelve days ago and now she’s 6lbs. 11oz. She’s 1 1/4” taller. I TOLD HER NOT TO GROW UP.
If you need me I’ll be in the corner with a pile of tissues and four boxes of chocolate.
