This is crazy. In between Peter and the construction... well since I can't drink all I can say is that my cookie consumption is at an all time high. Tonight( cue scary music) I am going to try putting Peter in his crib.
Construction should be done by Sunday. Hopefully bringing things back to normal. Or normalish.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Under Construction
That's what is going on here. The new drywall is up and all the old crap is gone. But we are living in a construction zone. Not terrible, but still a disruption. Can I just say how THRILLED we will be to put everything back where it belongs? Everything is everywhere. But by this time next week, we should be all put back together. My stupid laptop is acting funky. sigh.
Anyhow, the mattress is in the family room, the teevee is in the dining room, the litter boxes were moved into the back bedroom which is where I am also nursing while the workers are here. Nice. We are going up to my Dad's in a few days to get Pete away from the fumes we will have when they varnish the floor.
We broke down and bought a swing. The ocean one by Fisher Price. It has gotten a mixed review from Peter, but right now he is sleeping in it! Dear Jeezus, let this be a theme and not a fluke please. He likes it going fast enough that I want to puke just watching him.
Anyhow, the mattress is in the family room, the teevee is in the dining room, the litter boxes were moved into the back bedroom which is where I am also nursing while the workers are here. Nice. We are going up to my Dad's in a few days to get Pete away from the fumes we will have when they varnish the floor.
We broke down and bought a swing. The ocean one by Fisher Price. It has gotten a mixed review from Peter, but right now he is sleeping in it! Dear Jeezus, let this be a theme and not a fluke please. He likes it going fast enough that I want to puke just watching him.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
i have not
stopped blogging, peter just wails if i put him down. yep, i hold him about 20 hours a day . so i am one handed hunting and pecking. i waved the white flag. and brought him into our bed. now he sleeps from 10-5 with multiple naps BUT ONLY IF I HOLD HIM. on the one hand, i'm his mommy and what else do i really have to do? on the other... hellooo velcro baby. thunder is going to sue for lap visitation privileges.
typing one handed is soooo slooooowwwww. sigh
typing one handed is soooo slooooowwwww. sigh
Monday, June 14, 2010
Q and A
1. You’re building your dream house. What’s the one thing that this house absolutely, positively MUST HAVE? (other than the obvious basics of course)
A sunroom.
2. What is your dream car?
A mini cooper convertible in pale pink.
3. What is your favorite website that isn’t a blog?
Fug Girls
4. iPhone 4 or Droid, which do you want?
Neither, I hate learning how to use new stuff. Screw that. I am using my phone till it DIES.
5. When you’re feeling down or lonely or just generally out of sorts, what do you do to cheer yourself up?
lolcats, or my actual cats, or ICE CREAM THERAPY.
6. Tell me about something or someone that you love that most people seem to hate.
I love lima beans.
7. What do you want to be when you grow up?
A housewife. And I am one. Not very exciting, but it's what I wanted.
8. Would you go on a reality show if given the chance?
Probably not, but money talks.
9. Who was your favorite teacher when you were growing up. (Grade school, Middle School, Jr. High or High School only.)
Senora Maldonado all four years of highschool.
10. You get one pass to do something illegal or immoral. What are you gonna do?
MYOB
11. What were you doing 10 years ago?
I graduated culinary school.
12. By this time next year, I ...
..will be one year older, and starting to TTC again.
13. Do you think the United States will elect a female President in your lifetime? Do you think this would be a good thing?
No. And hate me if you want to, but I don't think it would be ok unless she had gone through menopause. Because seriously, how many times have you actually wanted to kill someone due to hormones. Tell the truth.
14. Which fictional, TV show character you would shag anytime?
Umm, I seem to have misplaced my sex drive.
15. What is your greatest pet peeve?
People who make noise when they eat.
16. Tell me about your most recent trip of more than 100 miles?
No clue.
17. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?
dictionary. com
18. Do you have a nickname? What is it?
bobo
19. What are you dreading at the moment?
The dentist, I would walk into a nest of spiders before I went willingly to the dentist.
20. Do you worry that others will judge you from reading some of your answers?
Nope.
21. In two words, explain what ended your last relationship.
Too young and stupid.
22. What were you doing this morning at 8am?
Feeding Peter
23. Do you have any famous relatives?
Maybe? I am estranged from a branch of my family.
24. How many different beverages have you drank today?
Coffee, tea, and milk.
25. What is something you are excited about?
Peter is reaching for things!
26. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group?
Umm, last Christmas season at the staff meeting.
27. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
Ugh. I look old and tired.
28. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Feeding Peter.
29. What’s a word that you say a lot?
Snoopy.
30. Who is your worst enemy?
I don't give a damn about her anymore so I suppose I don't have one. Although I would cheerfully push Fred Phelps off a cliff.
A sunroom.
2. What is your dream car?
A mini cooper convertible in pale pink.
3. What is your favorite website that isn’t a blog?
Fug Girls
4. iPhone 4 or Droid, which do you want?
Neither, I hate learning how to use new stuff. Screw that. I am using my phone till it DIES.
5. When you’re feeling down or lonely or just generally out of sorts, what do you do to cheer yourself up?
lolcats, or my actual cats, or ICE CREAM THERAPY.
6. Tell me about something or someone that you love that most people seem to hate.
I love lima beans.
7. What do you want to be when you grow up?
A housewife. And I am one. Not very exciting, but it's what I wanted.
8. Would you go on a reality show if given the chance?
Probably not, but money talks.
9. Who was your favorite teacher when you were growing up. (Grade school, Middle School, Jr. High or High School only.)
Senora Maldonado all four years of highschool.
10. You get one pass to do something illegal or immoral. What are you gonna do?
MYOB
11. What were you doing 10 years ago?
I graduated culinary school.
12. By this time next year, I ...
..will be one year older, and starting to TTC again.
13. Do you think the United States will elect a female President in your lifetime? Do you think this would be a good thing?
No. And hate me if you want to, but I don't think it would be ok unless she had gone through menopause. Because seriously, how many times have you actually wanted to kill someone due to hormones. Tell the truth.
14. Which fictional, TV show character you would shag anytime?
Umm, I seem to have misplaced my sex drive.
15. What is your greatest pet peeve?
People who make noise when they eat.
16. Tell me about your most recent trip of more than 100 miles?
No clue.
17. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?
dictionary. com
18. Do you have a nickname? What is it?
bobo
19. What are you dreading at the moment?
The dentist, I would walk into a nest of spiders before I went willingly to the dentist.
20. Do you worry that others will judge you from reading some of your answers?
Nope.
21. In two words, explain what ended your last relationship.
Too young and stupid.
22. What were you doing this morning at 8am?
Feeding Peter
23. Do you have any famous relatives?
Maybe? I am estranged from a branch of my family.
24. How many different beverages have you drank today?
Coffee, tea, and milk.
25. What is something you are excited about?
Peter is reaching for things!
26. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group?
Umm, last Christmas season at the staff meeting.
27. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
Ugh. I look old and tired.
28. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Feeding Peter.
29. What’s a word that you say a lot?
Snoopy.
30. Who is your worst enemy?
I don't give a damn about her anymore so I suppose I don't have one. Although I would cheerfully push Fred Phelps off a cliff.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Where the laundry comes from.
Up at 6 a.m. The first item to hit the basket is Peter's sweaty swaddle and my milk stained pajamas. I change him and toss his pjs in the basket on top of mine, along with the outfit he was wearing last night. I go downstairs. Where I find...
Mister's socks, the dirty dish towel from last night's turkey burgers and a stray burp cloth. In The Great Prune War, we lose a onesie, and a second burp cloth falls as collateral damage.
Two hours pass without incident.
Peter and I go upstairs to change his diaper. I notice he has some major boogie action and I clean his nose. This starts a flood of tears which are soothed by nursing. Peter wants to hang out, so he takes a cat nap while I read. About 40 minutes later we are both ready to get up. I pick up Peter and.... he spits up on my shoulder, down my back and leg and hits the sheets. The sheets had been on the bed for.... 48 hours.
I take a breath and lay Peter in his bassinet so I can access things. I decide I need a shower. I turn to Peter and he has spit up AGAIN, on his bassinet sheet. I sigh, strip and add my clothes to the pile. After my shower, I change Peter into onesie # 3, and strip the bed and bassinet. Incredibly, even though my entire side of the bed has a second mattress pad on it, the spit up got on the huge and bulky sucks to wash mattress cover.
I bundle up the sheets and trudge down two flights of stairs, to start the Super Sized laundry.
What time is it? 3:30 p.m.
Mister's socks, the dirty dish towel from last night's turkey burgers and a stray burp cloth. In The Great Prune War, we lose a onesie, and a second burp cloth falls as collateral damage.
Two hours pass without incident.
Peter and I go upstairs to change his diaper. I notice he has some major boogie action and I clean his nose. This starts a flood of tears which are soothed by nursing. Peter wants to hang out, so he takes a cat nap while I read. About 40 minutes later we are both ready to get up. I pick up Peter and.... he spits up on my shoulder, down my back and leg and hits the sheets. The sheets had been on the bed for.... 48 hours.
I take a breath and lay Peter in his bassinet so I can access things. I decide I need a shower. I turn to Peter and he has spit up AGAIN, on his bassinet sheet. I sigh, strip and add my clothes to the pile. After my shower, I change Peter into onesie # 3, and strip the bed and bassinet. Incredibly, even though my entire side of the bed has a second mattress pad on it, the spit up got on the huge and bulky sucks to wash mattress cover.
I bundle up the sheets and trudge down two flights of stairs, to start the Super Sized laundry.
What time is it? 3:30 p.m.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Solitude.
I have had 15 minutes of Petey sleeping while I am not holding him.
You know, I think the reason my blog tends to be gloomy is because I usually write in the morning after a long night. I would hate to imply I am any less than thrilled to be a Mom. Peter is now usually a happy, charming, smiling baby. He just still really needs to be held a lot. If I can step outside of myself, I see how lucky I am.
It's the DeepInItINeedAShowerThereIsPukeOnMeAndMountainsOfLaundryAndIAmHungryAndMy
BackHurtsAndINeverGetEnoughSleep, yeeha. But the smiles and milestones and cuddling- I love it. Really, when you flat out smell there is no getting around it. Something has changed with my body chemistry. I don't know what. I had to switch from my fancy deodorant to Dove Clinical and while it works that deodorant is scary and says you should not use it if you have kidney problems. What in the HELL is in deodorant that could hurt your kidneys? And I have to cut my hair, I realized the reason I smell spit up all the time is that when he pukes on my shoulder, my hair drags in it. Yum.
It is just incredible to me how busy I am. WTF did I DO with all my time before?
We have been having rough nights, trying to transition Peter into his crib. I don't want to be one of those family bed people. NO. Just, NO. Whatever, if that is what you want good for you. We want Peter in his crib.
Peter wants to be with us. It is hard. Our choices are:
A. Bring Peter into bed with us, where he sleeps like an angel with a smile on his face ( for real) and stays asleep almost all night, getting up to eat and then going right back to sleep.
B. Putting Peter into his crib, where on a good night he sleeps four hours, but on a night like last night- sleeps half an hour. Then it's up and down up and down up and down till, to be honest I fall asleep with Peter in our bed anyhow.
My day started at 4 45 a.m. and Mister and I had a big fight at midnight after hours of trying to get Peter to sleep where he both belongs and is safe. Mister ended up on the couch and Peter and I ended up in bed.
The family bed. UGH. I feel guilty if we fall asleep together, Peter is too big for one of those snugglenest things, and I worry about SIDS. But if I don't bring him to bed, we are both up all night and then I am too exhausted the next day to be any fun. Which makes me feel guilty too. Of course, I could drink coffee all day, but that would get in my breast milk and I would feel guilty. I feel guilty enough with my cup and a half of desperately needed coffee.
He will be three months next week and I know we are setting him up for sleep issues.
You know, I think the reason my blog tends to be gloomy is because I usually write in the morning after a long night. I would hate to imply I am any less than thrilled to be a Mom. Peter is now usually a happy, charming, smiling baby. He just still really needs to be held a lot. If I can step outside of myself, I see how lucky I am.
It's the DeepInItINeedAShowerThereIsPukeOnMeAndMountainsOfLaundryAndIAmHungryAndMy
BackHurtsAndINeverGetEnoughSleep, yeeha. But the smiles and milestones and cuddling- I love it. Really, when you flat out smell there is no getting around it. Something has changed with my body chemistry. I don't know what. I had to switch from my fancy deodorant to Dove Clinical and while it works that deodorant is scary and says you should not use it if you have kidney problems. What in the HELL is in deodorant that could hurt your kidneys? And I have to cut my hair, I realized the reason I smell spit up all the time is that when he pukes on my shoulder, my hair drags in it. Yum.
It is just incredible to me how busy I am. WTF did I DO with all my time before?
We have been having rough nights, trying to transition Peter into his crib. I don't want to be one of those family bed people. NO. Just, NO. Whatever, if that is what you want good for you. We want Peter in his crib.
Peter wants to be with us. It is hard. Our choices are:
A. Bring Peter into bed with us, where he sleeps like an angel with a smile on his face ( for real) and stays asleep almost all night, getting up to eat and then going right back to sleep.
B. Putting Peter into his crib, where on a good night he sleeps four hours, but on a night like last night- sleeps half an hour. Then it's up and down up and down up and down till, to be honest I fall asleep with Peter in our bed anyhow.
My day started at 4 45 a.m. and Mister and I had a big fight at midnight after hours of trying to get Peter to sleep where he both belongs and is safe. Mister ended up on the couch and Peter and I ended up in bed.
The family bed. UGH. I feel guilty if we fall asleep together, Peter is too big for one of those snugglenest things, and I worry about SIDS. But if I don't bring him to bed, we are both up all night and then I am too exhausted the next day to be any fun. Which makes me feel guilty too. Of course, I could drink coffee all day, but that would get in my breast milk and I would feel guilty. I feel guilty enough with my cup and a half of desperately needed coffee.
He will be three months next week and I know we are setting him up for sleep issues.
Monday, June 7, 2010
R-E-S-P-
O-N-S-B-I-L-I-T-Y. I bet you didn't think that was where I was going. But responsibility is heavy on me these days. Caring for Peter and the house is more than a full time job. It's the breastfeeding. I love that breastfeeding is good for him, good for me, burns calories, and is cheap. But it is unbelievably time consuming. Peter can suck back a bottle in under five minutes. He can easily breastfeed for anywhere from twenty minutes to an HOUR. Or sometimes TWO HOURS. That is a longass time to have someone hanging on you. And he wants to eat or comfort suck almost every hour and a half. This baby DON'T WANNA KNOW NOTHIN BOUT SUCKIN NO PACIFIER.
ALL TITTY, ALL THE TIME. That is his motto. That whole twenty minutes on and then two hours asleep or playing etc is an urban legend. Will I keep breastfeeding? Yep. It's too beneficial for him not to keep it up, and I am still in awe that I can make food that keeps my baby nice and strong. But SRSLY, I am a human pacifier.
Maybe there are women out there with either
A. Maids that cook,, clean, run errands, and use the bathroom for them.
B. Have sloppy houses and live on cereal and quick foods with bathroom breaks most commonly seen in sweatshops. ( This is me)
C. Work and pump. But still, there are night time feeds, and weekends. And how do they get to work on time? Peter decides when he is done and if I try to hurry him he is very unhappy. And since my boobs are practically sentient now don't working and pumping Moms go a little crazy with cleaning and storing and engorgement and meetings and phone calls that run long?
D. formula I do think that even if breast milk is best yadda yadda that if Peter was formula fed he would benefit in other ways. Like...
This past weekend I was so isolated feeding Peter in the spare bedroom while his aunts, grandparents, cousins, and friends that came all the way from across the country were outside. It was a lovely visit but I spent a huge amount of time away. I suppose there are some who are comfortable breastfeeding in front of their fathers, but I am not one of them. My dad would be very uncomfortable.
Breastfeeding for me is more like being a hamster on a wheel than anything else. I will say that when Peter gets a bottle he sucks it down with no pauses, and while at the breast he takes his time( usually) and smiles and laughs and fools around and talks to me and makes happy noises. But it can't be a Hallmark moment every time, you know? I think he would benefit from a Mom that had more than stolen moments of privacy because I would be fresher.
And that whole "breastfeeding is convenient because there is no formula to mix and it is always ready to go" is a crock. Because I am forever washing sheets and changing my shirt. I don't wear a bra at home because I don't want another blocked duct. And sometimes Peter eats and spits up and so is hungry and then eats and spits up and so is hungry but hello the well is dry.
I don't really think I am going anywhere with this, it's just that I would love to get a respite from cow time.
In other news, Peter is very close to rolling over, I think he would be doing it already if he would let us put him down more. He spends maybe fours hours asleep in his bouncy chair and the rest of the day( and night) is being held. He also likes to spend a little time "talking" to the lamb that hangs over his bouncy, each morning after First Breakfast he talks to the lamb while I tidy the kitchen and pack Mister's lunch and try and sneak in a cup of coffee. It's pretty hysterical, you can watch him " Oh Lamb, last night was GREAT! Boobie Lady fed me and held me and Daddy Man bounced me and rocked me and changed me and then we all cuddled and then I threw up and then we did it all again!"
We have finally decided ( painfully) not to get a new living room set. We really need a new one, but our HVAC system is twenty years old and will cost between six and nine thousand dollars to replace. We wrestled with it and as much as we would like a nice living room, we have to put the money away for the HVAC first. We would feel really stupid sitting in our fancy living room, sweating our asses off in July if that sucker goes down and we spent all our money on new furniture. If we want to keep to our No Debt plan, then we have to put that money aside. Stupid responsibility.
ALL TITTY, ALL THE TIME. That is his motto. That whole twenty minutes on and then two hours asleep or playing etc is an urban legend. Will I keep breastfeeding? Yep. It's too beneficial for him not to keep it up, and I am still in awe that I can make food that keeps my baby nice and strong. But SRSLY, I am a human pacifier.
Maybe there are women out there with either
A. Maids that cook,, clean, run errands, and use the bathroom for them.
B. Have sloppy houses and live on cereal and quick foods with bathroom breaks most commonly seen in sweatshops. ( This is me)
C. Work and pump. But still, there are night time feeds, and weekends. And how do they get to work on time? Peter decides when he is done and if I try to hurry him he is very unhappy. And since my boobs are practically sentient now don't working and pumping Moms go a little crazy with cleaning and storing and engorgement and meetings and phone calls that run long?
D. formula I do think that even if breast milk is best yadda yadda that if Peter was formula fed he would benefit in other ways. Like...
This past weekend I was so isolated feeding Peter in the spare bedroom while his aunts, grandparents, cousins, and friends that came all the way from across the country were outside. It was a lovely visit but I spent a huge amount of time away. I suppose there are some who are comfortable breastfeeding in front of their fathers, but I am not one of them. My dad would be very uncomfortable.
Breastfeeding for me is more like being a hamster on a wheel than anything else. I will say that when Peter gets a bottle he sucks it down with no pauses, and while at the breast he takes his time( usually) and smiles and laughs and fools around and talks to me and makes happy noises. But it can't be a Hallmark moment every time, you know? I think he would benefit from a Mom that had more than stolen moments of privacy because I would be fresher.
And that whole "breastfeeding is convenient because there is no formula to mix and it is always ready to go" is a crock. Because I am forever washing sheets and changing my shirt. I don't wear a bra at home because I don't want another blocked duct. And sometimes Peter eats and spits up and so is hungry and then eats and spits up and so is hungry but hello the well is dry.
I don't really think I am going anywhere with this, it's just that I would love to get a respite from cow time.
In other news, Peter is very close to rolling over, I think he would be doing it already if he would let us put him down more. He spends maybe fours hours asleep in his bouncy chair and the rest of the day( and night) is being held. He also likes to spend a little time "talking" to the lamb that hangs over his bouncy, each morning after First Breakfast he talks to the lamb while I tidy the kitchen and pack Mister's lunch and try and sneak in a cup of coffee. It's pretty hysterical, you can watch him " Oh Lamb, last night was GREAT! Boobie Lady fed me and held me and Daddy Man bounced me and rocked me and changed me and then we all cuddled and then I threw up and then we did it all again!"
We have finally decided ( painfully) not to get a new living room set. We really need a new one, but our HVAC system is twenty years old and will cost between six and nine thousand dollars to replace. We wrestled with it and as much as we would like a nice living room, we have to put the money away for the HVAC first. We would feel really stupid sitting in our fancy living room, sweating our asses off in July if that sucker goes down and we spent all our money on new furniture. If we want to keep to our No Debt plan, then we have to put that money aside. Stupid responsibility.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Busy whoooeeee busy
We had a lovely but jam packed weekend. Family came here ( with the new puppy) on Thursday. I feel compelled to point out that the puppy was much better behaved than Peter. No puking, crying, farting, or pooping in public. I made meatloaf, mashed potatoes, salad and double chocolate brownies. My Dad and stepmom left at a reasonable time. One of Mister's brothers came and stayed till after 11, we almost fell asleep right in front of them. Yes, we have become too old to PARTAY with a capitol P. Now we can only party- in a sedate, lower case pinot grigio kind of way. Then Friday I don't even really remember. I think we just hung out. Saturday we went to see some friends and Mister's sister in law. We were two minutes from MIL's house and did not swing by.
Sunday we did errands and went through our budget. Yesterday we went to my sisters. A whole lotta running. And while the house was immaculate on Friday, it has now developed it's familiar crust of cat hair and baby puke. Which I MUST remove because tomorrow Grandma Judy is coming to get us and Peter and I are going away still Saturday. Since Mister thinks it is just fine to wipe up cat puke with a napkin and use no cleaning solvents whatsoever, I have to leave the house clean so I don't come home to any more of a shithole than necessary. In fact, it is crazy of me to be blogging when I should be in Crust Removal Mode.
I also have to make another batch of brownies and a white spice poundcake to take with us. RUN CELIA RUN.
Sunday we did errands and went through our budget. Yesterday we went to my sisters. A whole lotta running. And while the house was immaculate on Friday, it has now developed it's familiar crust of cat hair and baby puke. Which I MUST remove because tomorrow Grandma Judy is coming to get us and Peter and I are going away still Saturday. Since Mister thinks it is just fine to wipe up cat puke with a napkin and use no cleaning solvents whatsoever, I have to leave the house clean so I don't come home to any more of a shithole than necessary. In fact, it is crazy of me to be blogging when I should be in Crust Removal Mode.
I also have to make another batch of brownies and a white spice poundcake to take with us. RUN CELIA RUN.
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