Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Last night, she spent her first night in her crib...in her room...way down the hall...all alone. She looks so tiny in her bed. But she was fine. We still got up for a bottle at 4:30, but maybe as we introduce solid foods in the next couple of weeks that will ease up. Or we could do like T said and just plan on getting up every day at that time. I am holding out that 4:30 is not my new wake-up time, but it very well could be.
I also got her a little chair that helps her as she learns to sit up on her own. She spent some time last night playing in her new chair - just enjoying the view from her new upright position.
Tomorrow I'm sure she'll be walking around and telling me how I'm unfair and not cool and other random "momma sucks" kind of things. Although I don't plan on letting her use the term "sucks". See? I'm so not cool.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
She has slept the whole night the last 3 or 4 days, but woke up yesterday morning at 4:30 to eat and today at 5:15. There just isn't enough time to go back to sleep if she wakes up after 5, so I got to work really early today.
Today she looks like she was dressed by a blind monkey. She has a cute little striped dress that just now fits but might be too small come spring. So I put her in that today but it's a little too cool for just a dress. I added her leggings that are polka dots. To make sure you're keeping score, that's striped dress, polka dotted leggings and just plain socks (whew, right?). Well, while they are in the same color family, they are definitely not the same tone! Let's just say it worked in theory more than actually on. We had the time to change, but I didn't have the energy. Luckily she can't protest right now.
We bought new larger bottles since she is now eating more. I found them for a great price and had a coupon, so we bought 9 of them thinking it would allow us to wash less. Well, we had 9 bottles already. And each bottle has 5 pieces to it. Oh and we bought the next size nipple at the same time. So 18 bottles x 5 pieces + extra nipples = 102 bottle pieces and parts that I washed last night. I washed bottles for a solid hour. With them all lined up on the counter, it looks like a bottle factory in our kitchen.
And no, she doesn't eat 18 bottles a day. We have 4 smaller 4 oz bottles that are exclusively for daycare/diaper bag and those were dirty. We have 5 mid-size 5.5 oz bottles exclusively for home and those were dirty. Then we bought 9 of the new 8 oz bottles and they all had to be washed. So pile all of that in a sink and it FILLS IT UP TO THE TOP! T knows Slot Math. I know Bottle Math.
Plaxico Burress started his prison sentence this week for shooting himself. I read an article that says he hired a consultant to advise him on how to be productive while in prison. I think that is the root of the problem. Apparently he has no idea what to do off of the football field. Jason Whitlock's column today really summed it up for me.
"But Plaxico appeared to be pandering for sympathy by carrying his son into the courtroom. Do you really expose a child to that? It came across as a ploy to remind fans and the media that Plax isn't the only one getting hurt by the two-year sentence. I get that.
Well, maybe next time Plax should strap his young son to his waist wherever he goes rather than a pistol. I bet if his boy was in his arms, he'd find it less necessary to carry a concealed weapon. "
I had three month portraits made of Caroline to surprise T. It was the weekend Dad and Leslie were here, so they got in on the pics too. You can see and order them HERE. If you happen to be a grandparent of Caroline reading this, no need for you to order. Yours will be in the mail shortly.
Not really interested in talking about LSU football. I don't think there is anything to talk about. I have the same feeling from this team that I had from last year's, although I don't have pregnancy hormones coursing through me so I'm not firing off a string of expletives at the television that would make a sailor blush and throwing stuff across the room. I actually had to quit watching football last season after mid-October.
We may turn B into a sofa pillow. He keeps peeing in the kitchen. This from our dog that has NEVER done anything in the house from the moment he came inside. He was teetering on the edge after the baby and I think the Falcone's visit in July pushed him over the edge. He hasn't been the same since. I think we are going to put a bell on him so we know where he is at all time and to drive him crazy. Win/win, right?
T finally saw Caroline roll over last night. She was in a good mood yesterday evening (which isn't always the case). So we did a little playing on the floor and Daddy got to see her in action. She is starting to try and pull her knees under her and push off. She's not going anywhere, of course. At least for now!
A woman in Indonesia gave birth to a 19 lb, 24 in baby boy. Yowzers! Not sure when Caroline will be 19 lbs, but I can't even comprehend carrying a 19 lb baby. My 8 lb baby was tough to lug around the last couple of days.
Ok, that's enough randomness for today. My own head is spinning and I'm the one coming up with this stuff.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
She talks to us and laughs at us when we change her diaper. Most times she's just staring at everything around her - trying to soak it all in. She gets real excited when she sees her pacifier and sucks on it so hard it goes flying out of her mouth. That's a fun game, let me tell you!
She's rolled over once and gets real frustrated when she's on her tummy and can't go anywhere. She's moving very quickly, but the only thing touching the ground is her belly.
And apparently, she's got a boyfriend at daycare. Yesterday when I went to pick her up, she was on the play mat resting on her pillow. Easton, a little boy several months older than her, was at her feet. He was playing with her legs and pulling at her socks. She was just watching him and smiling. When I picked her up, Easton crawled after us. Apparently, he really likes her.
That might also be where she got her current runny nose. His nose has run since we started daycare 5 weeks ago. Oh well, it was quite cute to see them interact together. After I told T, he said "An older boy, huh? Do I need to go have a talk with him?"
** There were supposed to be pictures on this post, but blogger is being stupid and the pictures won't load. I'll add them when it's working again. **