- our giant hot pink suitcase doesn't get lost
- we both get at least a few hours of sleep each night
- NHV continues to do her number twos on a regular basis (a valid concern!)
- the number of meltdowns, especially those occurring mid-flight, are kept to a minimum
- neither one of us gets sick
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
I'm loving it ... at least for now. Oh, there's also a new photo of "Me and My Baby Girl." I was so over the tulips and this was the only recent shot I have of the two of us - it's one of those stick-your-arm-out-and-push-the-button pics that I rely on to capture the two of us - cause it's not like my husband is going to remember to take a few photos of us together!
Alright, time to knock out a few items on that darn To Do List ... make signs for garage sale, update planner with appointments, clean up the kitchen, check craigslist for Ergo, make my bed ... a SAHM's job is never done :)
So NHV called out to me at 1:37 am, and I let her attempt self-soothing for a grand total of 5 minutes. She wasn't even crying very hard, more like fuss, fuss, fuss ... long pause. I probably should've let her work it out, but it's hard for me to imagine her alone in her dark nursery, awake for some reason ... perhaps a bad dream or a need to practice a new skill or sore gums ... I run through a long list for those entire 5 minutes, and then I just have to go to her. I go because I know I can make it better and that is a powerful feeling.
I found her up on her knees kind of rocking back and forth, which immediately made me think of the stair-climbing practice we did earlier today. I can't even begin to imagine what her little brain and muscles must be going through; how much she learns everyday is staggering. In my mommy brain, I assume she's woken up because of this overload. I scoop her up out of her newly lowered crib, which is no easy feat, and begin whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She immediate calmed down and melting into my arms, and despite being awake at this ridiculous hour, I feel like I am exactly where I want to be.
Wanting to savor that feeling for just a few more minutes, I sat down in my glider and put my favorite - super soft - blanket over us. And I just rocked and enjoyed the weight of her in my lap and the smell of her hair and the rhythm of her breathing. And I let my mind wonder.
My first thoughts were of my little sister who gave birth to her third child earlier today. I wonder what she is doing right now. Is she awake, too? Is she feeding or changing or soothing her precious Greyson Daniel? Oh, those early days are such a blur; an emotional, sleep-deprived whirlwind of cries, feedings, and uncertainty. And then my thoughts wander to the fact that soon - very, very soon, sooner than I would like - Natalie will turn one year old. It just doesn't seem possible, and I can't believe how different life is. And in that moment, I have a hard time remembering my life before her.
From there my thoughts fall upon a book given to me for Mother's Day by my dear friend in TX. It's titled Someday, and it is a book I absolutely cherish - because it came from Laurie and because it's just beautiful. The mostly white pages are wonderfully illustrated, each one listing a milestone and then wishes the mother has for her daughter's life. For me it serves as a poignant reminder to enjoy where and when we are right now. Natalie will never be this same baby girl again. A thought that is beyond bittersweet. Someday is everyday.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
How cute is Chad in his comfy pants?
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I don't know how meteorologists luck into their jobs here in the NW, but seriously how hard is it to predict "showers" ... everyday? It's like good guess, Bob! Well, yesterday, Bob was wrong - very, very wrong - delightfully, wonderfully WRONG! As far as weather goes, it was as close to perfect as it gets; blue skies, sunshine, cool breeze ... One of those days that somehow magnifies the good in your life. One of those days filled with simple joys. One of those days when you can't help but feel blessed. Getting out from under those clouds, soaking in a little vitamin D ... it's almost like a drug, I tell ya!
Chad and Natalie sat on a blanket in the grass, blew bubbles, and entertained me ... while I planted flowers and got weirded out by all the worms - and one huge slug (Sorry no photo, I was busy running away in fear of Chad throwing it on me!)
"The weather is here; I wish you were beautiful." - Jimmy Buffett
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Waiting to be written:
- Mother's Day - Almost two weeks ago now, but it was my first, it was simple yet delightful - definitely blog-worthy!
- The Great Nap Rebellion - Good lawd, this girl is giving me a run for my money! And we're both exhausted because of it!
- Just one of those days ... no teaser for this one; you'll have to ... wait ... for ... it!
Now this momma is putting her butt to bed ... I can log about 5 hours of zzzzzs before Natalie wakes up wanting to "visit the girls."
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Oh, just when I thought I had it all figured out, she pulls a new trick! I'm starting to see a trend here ... what can I say, "Yikes and Hip, Hip Hooray!"
Thursday, May 15, 2008
- crawling ... proficiently and quickly wherever she wants to go
- drinking from a sippy cup ... sometimes it's more like "chugging"
- lifting the flaps in her Peekaboo Baby book
- chatting with her stuffed animals ... I love listening to these "conversations."
- playing her lips like an instrument (not sure how else to describe it)
- graduating from her infant carrier to a convertible car seat (still rear-facing)
- swinging in the bucket swing at the park ... she giggled like crazy that first time
And here's a look at Natalie "through the months" ... it is astounding how much she's changed and grown! But don't take my word for it; go ahead, see for yourself!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Here's a small selection of Chad's recent made-up songs:
In response to Natalie's lack of afternoon nap, Chad sang ...
You're not gonna make it, no you ain't gonna make it
You're not gonna make it 'til 7 o'clock.
(to the tune of Twisted Sister, "We're Not Gonna Take It")
As he carried Natalie upstairs for bath tonight, he sang ...
Girl you know it's true, you've got stinky poo
And we're going to go bathe you ... oooh, oooh, ooh
I love you!
(to the tune of Milli Vanilli's "Girl You know It's True")
And an all-time favorite that made a recent comeback ...
You're so gross, you're so gross
You spit and you drool and you poop all day
You spit and you drool and you poop all day
You're so gross, you're so gross
(to the tune of the children's classic "Three Blind Mice")
I love that man! And clearly he loves our little NHV!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
For the past 23 years, I have jumped into bed each night. I simply cannot stand to leave my feet dangling over the edge of the bed, especially when the lights are out. And so, each night I take a few long strides (not exactly a run) and leap onto my mattress - careful not to expose my tootsies and ankles to the monster I fear is under my bed. If I stand beside my bed for much more than a second or two, I get the hard-core willies. You know shivers up the spine, the hee-bee gee-bees! Each and every time my mind conjures up images of these horrifying, gruesome pale white arms and hands reaching out to grab me and pull be under. My imagination never gets further than that because I will not allow it!
Where does this deep-rooted, crazy fear come from? The answer is simple: Tales from the Darkside. This truly awful, trainwreck of a show that my brother Randy and I used to watch late on Saturday nights. Back in the mid 80s, it was the best and worst 30-minutes of my week.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
We started with the Avent sippy cup because that's the brand of bottles I registered for (but used only a handful of times) and someone was kind enough to purchase the sippy cups in addition to the bottles. Anyway, the Avent cup is orange with a weird looking white spout - kind of long and flat - and an inner flap-thing that prevents the liquid from spilling out ... or coming out at all, apparently. Natalie had absolutely no luck with this cup; unless I removed the flap-thing, in which case she ended up drenched and sputtering from the deluge. Sippy cup shower anyone? Needless to say, frustration and amusement ensued.