So, Florida. What can I tell you about our trip....
We were fortunate enough to have my mother-in-law with us this past weekend - she was a great help with Miss M. It's so cute to see them together, they don't get to see each other very often so when they do it always takes a couple minutes for Miss M to warm up... but when she does she is all smiles and giggles. And GG (mother-in-law) will do anything and everything to make her smile, lucky baby.
As far as funny stories go, I don't really have much. I think I'm still decompressing from the weekend, travelling with an infant is a little overwhelming. All I can think of at the moment is that she threw-up at the dinner table at the reception, just as the speeches began. That wasn't really funny though - just disgusting. I'll try again later.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Florida!
Finally, we're home! Florida was such a great trip, the weather was beautiful, we were able to visit with all of our friends, Miss M got loads of compliments and has loads of new admirers. Here are a couple of the highlights from the trip...
Miss M shops for shoes at the outlet mall.
Miss M enjoys an enchilada - her first! (Just Kidding, she had a few peas and stole my plate).
The rehearsal dinner - what a beautiful sunset!
Daddy and Miss M enjoying some time at the pool.
The wedding reception - she slept through the first hour and then puked all over the place at dinner. Yay!
Miss M shops for shoes at the outlet mall.
Miss M enjoys an enchilada - her first! (Just Kidding, she had a few peas and stole my plate).
The rehearsal dinner - what a beautiful sunset!
Daddy and Miss M enjoying some time at the pool.
The wedding reception - she slept through the first hour and then puked all over the place at dinner. Yay!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I'm a hit man
Mothers should become professional hit men (or hit women). The hours are flexible, the pay is great and who would suspect dear old mom of such a heinous crime? There is logic here and now I'll get to it....
Every time I walk into a restaurant with my daughter my senses are on high alert. I notice things I never would have noticed in the days before Miss M. I feel like Jason Bourne, or Ethan Hunt - which is probably a better comparison since mealtimes can often resemble Mission Impossible. I notice where the air conditioning or heating vents are and if they are blowing on my table, and where the speakers are for the music - and is the music loud or soft (loud would drown out unruly baby, but will also make baby's head explode after too long). Is the floor dirty (will I have to be washing toys and utensils throughout my meal), is the table overloaded with candles and crap baby can reach, is there someone seated near me coughing or sneezing or dying, is there a business person or non-baby adult seated near me that might be disrupted by my child? Is the highchair clean and well maintained, or does it have splinters and crusty food permanently attached to it. Is my table in the sun, or going to be in the sun within the hour it takes us to get through our meal? This heightened level of alertness is why I think I would make a great hit man, or maybe a private investigator. I could easily discern clues and behavior patterns with my new super-mommy abilities. Before you know it I could have my target's eat/poop/nap schedule down pat, thereby determining the perfect time to hit. And if the slightest aspect of the room or situation is "off", I could compensate...say, by offering him a plastic spoon to play with, or a package of saltines. :)
Sidebar - so you wonder why mothers seem so stressed out all the time? I can't even eat a plate of pasta anymore without first streaming through the checklist above. Add to that the permanent list of "remember" items for work, home, baby, and dogs, and is it really so much of a mystery?
Every time I walk into a restaurant with my daughter my senses are on high alert. I notice things I never would have noticed in the days before Miss M. I feel like Jason Bourne, or Ethan Hunt - which is probably a better comparison since mealtimes can often resemble Mission Impossible. I notice where the air conditioning or heating vents are and if they are blowing on my table, and where the speakers are for the music - and is the music loud or soft (loud would drown out unruly baby, but will also make baby's head explode after too long). Is the floor dirty (will I have to be washing toys and utensils throughout my meal), is the table overloaded with candles and crap baby can reach, is there someone seated near me coughing or sneezing or dying, is there a business person or non-baby adult seated near me that might be disrupted by my child? Is the highchair clean and well maintained, or does it have splinters and crusty food permanently attached to it. Is my table in the sun, or going to be in the sun within the hour it takes us to get through our meal? This heightened level of alertness is why I think I would make a great hit man, or maybe a private investigator. I could easily discern clues and behavior patterns with my new super-mommy abilities. Before you know it I could have my target's eat/poop/nap schedule down pat, thereby determining the perfect time to hit. And if the slightest aspect of the room or situation is "off", I could compensate...say, by offering him a plastic spoon to play with, or a package of saltines. :)
Sidebar - so you wonder why mothers seem so stressed out all the time? I can't even eat a plate of pasta anymore without first streaming through the checklist above. Add to that the permanent list of "remember" items for work, home, baby, and dogs, and is it really so much of a mystery?
Monday, December 1, 2008
Morning from hell!
Our Monday Morning:
Baby wakes up an hour early at 5am.
Baby is "uncomfortable" so spends the next hour tossing and turning.
Baby finally wakes up happy (this is the good part of the morning from hell).
Baby goes to changing table to get dressed for the day. Nakey-baby pees all over the changing table.
Nakey-baby gets transferred to crib so I can clean up pee. I turn to collect her and nakey-baby is covered in poop (as is her crib-sheet). In movie-slow-motion nakey-baby raises her poop covered hand to her face, towards her mouth...NOOOOOOOO! I get to her just in time. Into the bathtub goes the poopie-baby. Chinese water tourture ensues. Mom finds poop in her ear. Babies are so gross.
Clean, dressed baby is happily crawling around the floor while Mom collects the coats. Crash! Happy baby found the dog's water dish and dumped the whole thing all over the floor. Back in the crib so mom can clean up dog water - thank god she didn't douse herself.
Fun morning - sometimes I feel like I'm living in a cartoon.
Baby wakes up an hour early at 5am.
Baby is "uncomfortable" so spends the next hour tossing and turning.
Baby finally wakes up happy (this is the good part of the morning from hell).
Baby goes to changing table to get dressed for the day. Nakey-baby pees all over the changing table.
Nakey-baby gets transferred to crib so I can clean up pee. I turn to collect her and nakey-baby is covered in poop (as is her crib-sheet). In movie-slow-motion nakey-baby raises her poop covered hand to her face, towards her mouth...NOOOOOOOO! I get to her just in time. Into the bathtub goes the poopie-baby. Chinese water tourture ensues. Mom finds poop in her ear. Babies are so gross.
Clean, dressed baby is happily crawling around the floor while Mom collects the coats. Crash! Happy baby found the dog's water dish and dumped the whole thing all over the floor. Back in the crib so mom can clean up dog water - thank god she didn't douse herself.
Fun morning - sometimes I feel like I'm living in a cartoon.
Crackers yum!
Miss M ate her first cracker this past weekend - hmm, yum. Only about half of it wound up in her hair, I think that's a pretty good ratio actually. After the cracker we gave her a shortbread cookie, which pretty much turned to glue. Now that she knows what those teeth are for she's doing all sorts of fun stuff, like trying to pull tags off of toys, biting my cheek, knawing on the coffee table. She's not malicious, yet, but I'm sure it will only be a matter of time before she realizes she has a weapon growing in her mouth.
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