Tuesday, July 26, 2011

my first day as a 4 month old -posted by EMARIE

alright, so i can't type, yet, so i'm telling my mom everything i want to say.  my mom is like my personal assistant.  i really couldn't live without her.  you know like famous people have people do everything for them, well that's kinda like my mom.  if i liked coffee, i would have her get me a vente white chocolate mocha from Aspen Coffee in Stillwater, OK.

i am actually going to start my story by telling ya'll about yesterday... i had to go to this place called the doctor.  my mom swears my doctor is a nice lady, but all i remember is those pokey things {shots}. Wowsers!  it all began like any other day, i woke up, i was in my usual good mood, had some breakfast. next, i played in my exersaucer (picture of me in action to follow), mom got me dressed, then strapped me into my car seat and with a smile on her face said, "you ready to go bye-bye?  my library books are ready to go pick up and you are almost out of formula."  sounded like fun.  i'm up for a car ride anytime, i just don't understand why the cars have to stop so much.  i would quickly learn that she conveniently left out the trip to a little place called Healthcare for Children, or the most awful place on earth if you ask kids.  thanks mom.  i've got your number lady.  i will remember this.  you like sleep right... well, i'll be sure to get you back.

anyway- i took a catnap while mom drove around running errands, and the next thing i know, i'm naked, in a cold chair, with a paper napkin stuck to my bum {the scale}.  when i saw that stranger, mom called her a nurse, i knew i was in for trouble.  i tried to cry to keep her away, but it didn't work.  she'd later get me good.  the stranger put a ruler around my head and made me lay on a table as she stretched my leg off.  it was pure torture, you guys.  then she left.  did the tears work?  no time to celebrate, another stranger came in.  she had a warm smile and a nice voice, but i cried anyway.  i thought i would get some relief because the doctor kept saying nice things as she stuck a flat wooden object in my mouth and a funnel thingy in my ear.  how could she expect me to like that? she even said i have a perfectly shaped head.  maybe my daddy will let me be a head model? just kidding,  there's no such thing.  is there? well, my dad says i will play soccer.  play...okay, i like that.  soccer, sure, if it's play, i'm in.  now my results from the doctor (in case you forgot what i was at 2 month, click here):

4 months:
-height- 23 3/4 inches  {up almost 2 inches. call me Yao Ming}
-weight- 13 lbs  {up a little over 2 1/2 lbs}
-head circumference- 16 inches {the brain has grown almost 2 inches too. move over Stephen Hawking}

i have no idea what these things mean or what the 25-50th percentile means, but that's where i am.  all i know is that i'm not a fan of the doctor.  what kind of lady can sleep at night after she pokes a baby like me?

now TODAY!  i had a great day.  i napped, played with my toys, napped, got in my swing, napped, played some more, had a few diaper changes, and napped.  i ate too.  i can eat 4 oz at one time.  sometimes 5.  i'm getting big.  i walked around the house with my personal assistant {mom} and took pics of some of my favorite things. here's what i'm into these days:

this is pressley the pachyderm, i eat his nose sometimes

i love the nuk fatas...aka pacifiers

my cousin aubriana taught me about spongebob

my mom's cool pillows. i stare at them a lot.

this is me working out in my new exersaucer

i love to blow bubbles. oh and thanks Matt and Amy Garrett for my cute outfit!!!

my poppa calls me a pwwincess all the time.
P.S.- see my perfectly shaped noggin?  i got my dad's ears. 

emarie

Monday, July 25, 2011

life at home: the good, the bad, & the internet

it is a full on, 100+ degrees, humid as florida summer here in KC, and with a {4} month old, i don't get out much.  so that leaves me to my thoughts.  thoughts about parenting, how to stay excited about my new full-time job, and who's turn is it to make the bottle.  i wonder why some women choose to stay home, while others choose to return to work.  as a new(ish) mom, i have a fair amount of time to think up my answers to all my questions, but i know i'm not always right.  this post will be devoted to my thoughts on staying home, being a parent, how Ry fits in, and the internet, my new BFF.

life before a baby centered on ME...and ryan, and what me we wanted to do at each moment of the day.  we were both working, making money, spending money, taking trips, eating out, going to the movies, and exercising.  everyone knows that when a baby comes along, the me focus has to change to them. call me captain obvious.  oh, and i'm not complaining.  not at all, just stating some facts thoughts i have. now, i realize staying home doesn't work for everyone.  and i'm not trying to force my thoughts on anyone else, because i am the first person who will tell you to raise your kids/plan or not plan your family how you want to, and always, always, always do what works easiest/ best for you.  staying home just works for us.  for many reasons: childcare costs an arm and a leg (literally), i couldn't convince myself in 37 1/2 weeks that someone else would love all over my kid the way i do, i grew up going to daycare (and turned out just fine) so i wanted to see the other side, i wasn't in love w/ my job, and almost peed my pants (not literally) thinking about staying home with E.   there are pros and cons to our situation:

Pro
-i don't miss the little changes she undergoes daily
-we have already built a strong bond
-i get to cuddle her, even if she'd rather i not
-i can maintain a clean house
-i can run errands (early in the morning) otherwise put off for the weekends
-she gets to fall asleep and wake up at her house (familiar is always good)
-ryan and i can create whatever schedule we want her to be on... right now, there is no schedule
-the dogs get to go in and out all day (in more than out, we have weird dogs)
-laundry doesn't (usually) get backed up
-i can cook dinner... or fix it from a bag, whatever :)
-i can, and sometimes do, stay in my pj's all day (ry thinks it's hot)

Cons
-i have champagne, no i have good wine taste, on a Natty Lite budget
-daytime TV is crappy
-i can, and sometimes do, stay in my pj's all day (gets depressing)

all my cons are pretty minimal, i think.

all in all i feel blessed, lucky, thankful to have the opportunity and support to stay home.  i also am human and a girl, so it's hard to think like my new strengths are washing bottles, wiping a precious hiney, doing laundry, and having a clean house.  you definitely don't feel like a goddess when you get spit-up on multiple times a day, forget to brush your teeth until 3pm, or staying up all night rocking a fuss-a-saurus rex (that's what we call E when she's a handful).   being a mom is a tough job.  there's many old there that would disagree, so i'm only saying i think it's hard.  there's a lot of pressure out there to be the perfect mom.  don't let your kids sleep in your bed, they will have attachment issues, only breastfeed or your kid won't be healthy, put them on a schedule from the beginning, swaddle them, yada, yada, yada.  there are so many 'rules' out there, how can they all be right?  as you all already know, i don't follow a schedule and i do what works for us instead of what all the 'experts' say.  good, bad, or indifferent, that's what i choose.  i wish i could tell you that my method is the best, but i still have a fussy kids sometimes.  a kid that doesn't sleep through the night.  one that cries when a stranger holds her, and one that is only on formula now.  i'm not the best mom, but E thinks i'm pretty darn close to it.  that's what matters to me.  if my kid is happy and healthy, is taught good manners, treats people with kindness and respect, and doesn't cheat or steal, then i've done my job. now, she might sleep in our bed til she's 10 or 40 (i told my parents i'd sleep in their bed til i was 40)?  she might not do well at her first sleepover, and call me to come get her (i did).  she will throw a tantrum at the most inopportune time, that i'm sure of.  it's a given that she will catch colds and get germs.  i can only be there to cuddle in bed with her, pick her up when she wants to come home, teach her that tantrums don't get you what you want, and nurse her back to her playful self when she has a bug.  this is how easy i make it sound in my head.

so this next thought is a wife's perspective on how my hubs feels.  these thoughts are probably somewhat accurate or could be totally way-off.  i'll let ryan post a response to this if he wants.  i'd like to know his perspective on fatherhood... i know he loves it, but i want him to spill his guts on his fears, what he wants for his daughter, how good/bad he is at all things baby, and how he sees me after a c-section, stitches, and big panties (TMI??? sorry).  i'm not sure i can convince him to share all this, but i promise to try.

i think ryan is a great dad.  he's a great dad in a very attentive-doesn't want her to be uncomfortable at all-  tries really hard to help me in the middle of the night- isn't scared to get dirty-wants to provide for her every need kind of way.  he'd buy her the moon if she wanted it.  remember how i told you he uses 20 wipes per diaper?  well, he is so concerned that she'll get a UTI that he wipes every inch of her tushy.  he's concerned about her sun exposure.  worries about if she's getting enough sleep.  leaves the house early so he can come home early to see her.  is a little picky about who holds her (if you've held her, you know you met his standard, or maybe he talked about you after we got home :)  ).  he might not know at what age we start cereal, what diaper rash looks like, or what food allergies are, but he's in it.  he's willing to learn whatever it takes to help her grow up big and strong.  because he wants to be all in this, that's a great dad.  he doesn't leave the hard stuff to me.  he says we are a team.  and did i mention, he uses 20 wipes to clean her bum.  oh i did.

now on to my new obsession.  the internet!  when i should be napping as E naps, i can't pull myself away from facebook, pinterest, younghouselove, Just Us, pickyourplum, yahoo, zulily, shabbycreekcottage, couponsuzy, babycenter, and as of today, joss and main.  i've gotten sucked into decorating and diying things for our house on the cheap...well, i've gotten sucked into at least thinking about it.  i've also decided to organize and clean out all the clutter in our house.  we are getting lean and mean, and only keeping things we need.  we've decided we waste a lot, we have stuff that we don't need or use, and others can get better use out of it.

another goal is to save money where we can.  cut coupons, don't spend money M-Th, and check out books from the library.  i hope i'm not making you all think we are financially struggling, because if you know my husband, you know he's socked away his whole life, so this save money challenge is simply to see how much frivolous spending we can eliminate. what we save will go to E's college fund.  she might sleep with her momma until college, but the girl is going to college.

now, if you want, share your thoughts on parenting with us, tell me your favorite websites, so maybe i can get hooked into a few more, and leave any tips that have made life easier for those experienced parents out there.  again, none of my thoughts are meant to make anyone feel like our parenting style is better than anyone else's.  i just needed to share my thoughts, since E doesn't quite understand what i say to her.  thanks for being my outlet tonight.

tara

Sunday, July 17, 2011

opps...belated independence day!!!

(does it count as late as long as i post in the same month as the actual holiday?)

i have to document this holiday, because at three months old, E will never remember this first 4th of July.  this was probably one of my favorite holidays growing up.  the 4th always meant HOT weather, the lake, BBQ's, swimming in the pool, and shooting off fire-crackers.  i also can remember being so excited when my dad said we were going to get firecrackers.  now, with a baby, it brings thoughts of loud bangs, booms, and whistles that will wake my kid up.  am i a scrooge or what?!  E actually did fine, to my dismay, but when at 11:30pm fire-crackers were still going off, R and I were annoyed.  i think it constitutes annoyed when your husband puts a post of FB asking who the "d-bags were shooting off mortars".  making friends right and left, huh?  he's like sarah palin, momma grizzly bear, when it comes to little e.  love him.

i feel like a party pooper writing this blog, but it's true.  i was trying to think back to when i turned into a dud, and it occurred to me... i've kinda always been a dud.  1. my sister preferred to take my childhood BF to Bell's to ride the rides because i was a chicken (that's you Sheena). 2. in college i didn't want to wear my sorority sweatshirt into a bar for fear of being disrespectful... my BFF called me out on it, leading to a messy fight, but we have since reconciled (thanks Katie).  3. i now am not a fan of fireworks.  there's a lot more stories of tara-the-lame, but in an effort to save my self from belittling, i'll stop there. :)  guess i need to fun it up, or my kid will think i'm lame.  it does make me feel a little better that my husband's friends referred to him as "grandpa" in college... two-peas-in-a-pod. two-lame-peas-in-a-pod.

Anywho, back to the 4th- we started off festivities on Friday, my parents came into town.  since they live 4 hours away, they are like kids in a candy store when they come visit, and my kid is the candy.  it's so sweet how much they dote on her.  she loves it already.  the cooing has since turned into odd sounds of happiness and she really wanted to tell my mom something the entire time she was here.  probably things about my parenting style :)  i'm getting sold out by an infant.

Friday we lounged and had drinks on the deck with our neighbors and ordered our traditional Minsky's pizza.  a great way to end the week.  Saturday we lounged some more,  ate breakfast burritos, and watched the casey anthony BS, i mean trial. R and my dad tried to win BIG at the casino, but no such luck.  Sunday we grilled out with our neighbors and my parents, and Monday i took pics of the fireworks pre-11:30pm.  E was already asleep, but thanks to our neighbors, brennan and luke, i got some good shots to show her.  all in all it was a lazy independence day at our house.  Here's some pics of E's first 4th:








tara