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Big Blog News! HUGE!

August 1, 2011

I’m moving! Well actually the blog is moving, in fact it’s already been moved. I now have my very piece of internet real estate and some fancy new digs. Check it all out by click the image below.

GO NOW!!!!

1 Month

July 28, 2011

Well, Sophia, you’re one month old today. Your dad and I were successful in keeping you alive, not just alive but thriving (you 10 pound porker), for an entire month without losing our sanity. Yes, I know it’s debatable that the reason we didn’t lose our sanity is because neither one of us ever had it to begin with but we don’t need to split hairs.

You have transitioned your laid back ways from the womb into the real world and for that we thank you. You appreciate sleep just as much as we do and the night when you slept twelve hours was awesome! We had a bit of a rocky start with breastfeeding but I blame that partially on those witches that call themselves lactation consultants at the hospital, I know you hated them as much as I did. We found an interim plan and now you’re eating like a champ without any crutch and you’re no longer causing me toe curling pain and for that my boobs thank you.

You’ve had a lot of firsts in the last month. You had your first (of many) trip to Target at 4 days old and your first vaccination, which you took like a seasoned veteran. You celebrated your first Fourth of July; it still counts even if you slept through the fireworks that Donald Trump set off in our backyard. You’ve suffered through two God-awful heat waves and barely broke a sweat. You’ve also met the majority of your extended family including all those cousins and aunts and uncles you’ll spend years trying to keep their names straight. (Don’t feel bad your daddy still can’t keep them straight.)

You’re making a lot of headway in the development department. Right now you’re going through what I anticipate to be a huge growth spurt which is difficult to comprehend considering all the weight and growing you’ve done in the last month. You’re also becoming proficient at holding your head up and I already see signs that you’re attempting to roll over as well. Your dad and I also like how alert you’ve become and the occasion smile we can get out of you by making complete fools of ourselves.

We can’t wait to see what the next month holds for all of us.

Back In the Kitchen Again!

July 25, 2011

I promised myself I wouldn’t turn the blog into a full on “mommy blog” once Sophia was born. Not that there’s anything wrong with mommy blogs, some of my favorite blogs are in fact mommy blogs but I started this blog well before I was pregnant and I still have other interests and an identity beyond Sophia.

Towards the end of my pregnancy I started getting super lazy tired and cooking fell by the wayside because I couldn’t stand for more than ten minutes without needing a nap. Now that Sophia and I are getting a rhythm, dare I say a schedule, for the week I’m going to venture back into the kitchen and start cooking meals again. I’m also aiming to eat a bit healthier because I’m nursing Sophia and hoping to get into better shape (I certainly wasn’t in my top form before I got pregnant) but that’s another post for another time.

I spent the better part of an hour and a half yesterday looking for recipes to make my meal plan for the upcoming week. Below is what I came up with; I’ve linked to the blog or recipe that was inspiration but I’m sure I’ll have my own twist on each dish. I’ll be sure to post my actual recipes at the end of the week.

Monday: Buttermilk Grilled Chicken with Pasta Salad and Mixed Veggies

Tuesday: Smothered Pork Chops with Sautéed Apples

Wednesday: Chicken Taco Salad with Warm Tortillas

Thursday: Grilled Eggplant and Hummus Sandwiches

Friday: Mediterranean Pizza

Saturday: Mustard Cream Chicken with Rice and Mixed Veggies

What’s on your menu for the week?

What Happens When Your Kid Sleeps Through the Night

July 24, 2011

I thought I would do a jig on the roof of my house when Sophia slept through the night for the first time. She wasn’t a bad sleeper to begin with but getting up every two to three hours for the first week and a half while trying to recover from pushing her out of my body just wasn’t flying. We quickly found out, after her nasty umbilical stump fell off, that a warm bath is just what this kid needs to help fall asleep and stay asleep for longer. Hey! Me too! Once we started the nightly baths we started getting three to four hours of sleep out of her at a night, suh-weet! So when Monday night came upon us and we bathed her, swaddled her, fed her and put her to bed we were expecting to get up again around 1 a.m. Imagine my surprise when I woke up with thoroughly swollen boobs at 3:30 a.m. on Tuesday morning thoroughly confused because there wasn’t a crying infant in the other room begging to be fed. I waited a half hour, sure she was going to start squawking like a chicken demanding food the second I fell back to sleep. Four a.m. rolled around and still no squawking.

This feeling of dread started to creep into my head. All of these “what if” scenarios started running through my head. I hesitantly got out of bed and walked across the hall to her bedroom. I opened the door and walked over to her crib. She was still all swaddled up, very unusual considering she usually breaks out of it within ten minutes of being put in the crib. I didn’t know of a better way to check if she was still breathing so I just put my hand up to her mouth and nose. Sure enough she was still breathing and sleeping.

Triumphant and a bit bewildered I went back to our bedroom, pumped, shared the good news, that our child appreciates sleep as much as we do, with Tim and went back to sleep until 8 a.m.

So it’s a wonderful victory when your kid sleeps through the night for the first time but you sure as shit aren’t going to be able to enjoy it because you’ll be worried your kid stopped breathing while you got some much needed sleep.

More Pictures of Sophia

July 20, 2011

Here are some new pictures of Sophia that I’ve snapped over the last three weeks. You’ll notice how there are no pictures of me and her, I need to force a camera into her father’s hand.

Stories From the Office

July 19, 2011

Tim came home from work today and proceeded to share an enlightening conversation he had with his co-workers. Apparently men’s preference on a woman’s body is directly related to their choice in chicken. Like breast meat, you’re a breast man; like dark meat, you’re a leg man. As Tim was re-telling the highlight of his day to me I could immediately see where this was headed and he didn’t disappoint. His female co-worker asked “What about an ass man?” Tim wanted to know as well because he considers himself to in fact be an ass man. His co-worker touting this wisdom paused for a moment and then simply replied “Mmm, chicken ass”.

An Open Letter to Mr. Softee

July 15, 2011

Specifically the driver of the Mr. Softee truck that has been frequenting my neighborhood in recent weeks…

Dear Mr. Softee,

I know it’s not popular knowledge that I have just had a baby (I’m still getting the “ZOMG! I didn’t even know you were pregnant!” messages on Facebook). It’s not like I advertised the fact on my front lawn with a giant stork or anything like that. But I swear to God if you don’t stop parking your effing truck right in front of my house at 8:30 at night while my husband or I are trying to get our newborn to sleep I will shank you. Not to mention the fact that you’re blocking in my car, my husband’s car and our next door neighbors’ cars.

It didn’t really bother me the first time you did it. I gave you the benefit of the doubt telling my husband it was just luck of the draw that this is where you chose to stop and make some cash because the neighborhood kids just happened to flag you down right there but now you’re making a habit of it and it’s not cool. Between your young customers screaming with delight over your offerings (“ICE CREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”) and your insanity inducing theme song, I can’t legally be held liable for any actions that I may take to make the madness stop. So please, for your safety and my wish to stay out of jail, park you friggin truck away from my house and hopefully I’ll be able to get my newborn asleep in under two hours.

Please and thank you.