Tuesday, November 30, 2010
When you're in a rush to pump and eat lunch and you think "Oh shoot! Did I lock the door?" do not, repeat do NOT then think, "Ah, it's fine! It's been months and everyone knows to check for the sign. You're good! Mmmm fries." I guarantee, the office tech will open your door in front of inmates and a group of interns touring the building as you frantically yell "One minute! One minute! ONE MINUTE!!!!" And then you'll all stammer nervously and avoid eye contact for the rest of the day.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
My girl is six months old today. I'm still not sure how that happened. It feels like she just got here, but that she's been here all along. She's the most awesome little person. She is so full of smiles, and those smiles light up the room. She's such an easy smiler. And her smile always seems to say "Isn't this the coolest thing you've ever seen?!" Yep Baby, yep it is. Every day when I pick her up from daycare she grabs my cheeks and kisses me twice. Every day. It's one of the best moments.
She's loving this whole food thing. Last weekend, she ate a whole persimmon and went after it so viciously that I feared for my fingers. She still has no teeth, but that doesn't seem to stop her. She's never satisfied to be left alone, but it hasn't been much of a problem. She's no longer satisfied to lay on the floor, now that she can sit up. I fear she'll never crawl because she gets so mad if she's not upright. She talks up a storm and especially loves to growl and be growled at.
She still loves Bob Marley and being outside. She loves the bath, and even the shower. She hates the big stroller and the carseat. If she's not happy, she yells at you. Loudly and persistantly. She's got a deep-in-her-belly chuckle that's contagious and doesn't quite match her elfin face. She loves Eli and will stare at him for hours.
I imagine that Ms. Sydney will not be the type of girl to do what we say "because we said so." I imagine that she'll have her own opinions, and lots of them, and that she won't be afraid to stand up to us. I imagine that she'll be dramatic, forceful, passionate, and loving. I imagine that there will be days that I'll cry out of frustration and days when I'll laugh at her antics. I imagine that I will continue to burst with pride and that I'll keep falling more in love with her every day. Happy half-birthday Baby Girl.
Monday, November 15, 2010
So yeah. The test. We're not talking about it yet. In other news, the kids are good. Syd's sick, poor little booger. She's so congested that when I come at her with the booger sucker she kicks her little legs in excitement like "Yay! Breathing! Breathing's awesome!" I think she gave it to me too, but I'm not handling it nearly as well. I yelled at an inmate (though she totally deserved it), stomped my feet at work (super mature, right?), and walked in the house, put the kids down, and checked out. Literally, "Mama needs a break, Go play" checked out.
We spent the long weekend on the coast with my dad and had an awesome time. In three days we saw dolphins, sea lions, and seals, all unexpected and totally cool. We slept in a king size bed, which may the greatest thing ever. I love co-sleeping and I really loved having us all in the same room (byproduct of motherhood-induced fear of all things spooky/spending too much time with the "bad guys") and I really really really loved not getting squished out of the bed when Eli decided to join us. Though a new bed's not in the budget, we're seriously considering turning our bed sideways. C's even willing to bend his legs or sleep with his toes hanging off. It was that awesome. Would that be weird to ghetto rig some kind of giant day bed? Know what else is awesome? Saying "Go see what Coach is doing" when your son wakes you up at 5:30.
Yeah, so not a lot to say. I'll write more soon, and I swear I've got good stories. I just can't think of them right now in my congested, tired, hungry haze. So here's some pictures...
This hat makes me so happy. I love it
Doesn't get much better than this
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
On Halloween, after C got off work and the kids woke up from their naps, we all piled in the car and headed to a Halloween street carnival in a nearby town. The idea was that it would be cute (not so much), appropriate (not so much), and easy candy (not so much, WTF?). Afterwards we were planning on going to a friend's neighborhood to trick-or-treat. As we were getting back in the car though, I realized that we hadn't left the light on or the candy out, so we headed back home. Syd fell asleep in the car, of course. So, being flexible and modifying my original "precious family memory" making plan (so unlike me), we left Syd with my stepmother and took Eli out. Since Syd was sleeping, we still left the candy on the porch and the light on. The three of us had a great time and returned home about 45 minutes later. Where there was no candy left in the bowl! This has never happened. We've not been blessed with trick-or-treating neighborhoods and we saw this as a sign of good things to come. Except that my stepmother said that about 15 minutes after we left, someone knocked on the door and told her the bowl was empty. Far as we can tell, one person emptied the entire bowl. Greedy f-ers. But the joke was on them, because despite my best intentions we (read "C") ate most of the Halloween candy I bought so rather than buy more, I emptied our "junk box" into the trick-or-treat bowl. Most of the junk box is leftover from last Halloween, so the thieves got year+ old candy. Hee hee. So imagine my surprise when, "checking" through Eli's stash tonight I recognized some of that old candy. We're not talking Twix bars here. We're talking bags of Looney Tunes fruit snacks and off-brand Tootsie Rolls.
Dude. They stole our candy, and then gave it away. To us.
Dude. They stole our candy, and then gave it away. To us.