Nuts, anyone?

I'm really tired today. For the past two days, I have been stressing about what to wear to my child's baptism. It's not that I'm vain and I need a perfect outfit or anything, I just want to not look crappy. And for the life of me, I COULD NOT FIND A DAMN THING TO WEAR. After two trips to the mall. And, shit, these trips to the mall are not fun. I picked up Sofia from daycare on Tuesday, then drove to the mall to look around. Robert met us there, but we ended up not leaving until 9 pm, totally screwing up Sofia's bedtime by the time we got home. She wouldn't go to sleep until after 11:30 pm, which resulted in us staying up a lot later. I bought a skirt and blouse I decided I didn't like very much. I decided to keep them but get a different blouse to go with the skirt and then I'd need shoes of course. So, I went BACK to the mall today (I didn't go yesterday because I was tired as hell. It didn't help that Robert worked late and I had no relief with the child.

So my trip today was just going to be me and Sofia, but I quickly realized it wouldn't be that easy. She was sitting in her stroller in the dressing room of Banana Republic and the child was NOT HAVING IT. She decided to pitch a fit until I let her crawl around on the floor. Then she was very happy. I also stupidly did not bring any toys for her to play with, so she kept going straight for the stroller wheels and my shoes. When I put those out of reach she started crawling around and found a foreign object on the ground that appeared very fascinating. I investigated and found the foreign object was a wad of someone's chewed up gum with hair all over it. I almost fainted. So gross. Good thing the child didn't put it in her mouth. So I spent a good while cleaning her hands. Then she didn't want to get back in her stroller, so I strapped on the baby bjorn. Which, of course, makes it impossible to try any clothes on. When Robert offered to come help I excitedly accepted. Unfortunately after he got there he turned into this mean sour thing telling me to hurry up. Like I didn't want to get out of there too? Anyway, yeah, so he met us there and the experience was horrible. I think I've been scarred by this horrible shopping experience. I ended up buying a different outfit, but now I need shoes. And I'm afraid I'm going to freeze my ass off in San Antonio the day of the baptism because my clothes aren't exactly wintery, and mother nature decided to turn south Texas cold for a few days. Go figure.

Our plan is to leave tomorrow night, which is absolutely crazy, but the baptism is on Saturday. I would love to take tomorrow off, but I don't have enough vacation time to cover it. We're spending all next week in San Antonio. I feel like a nutcase with all the shit we have to get done before we go. I hope Robert's mom doesn't drive me further into insanity while we're there. I don't think I can take it.

Ever have one of those?

Ever have one of those nights where you have a big mental list of things that need to get done, but by the time the baby finally goes to sleep after fussing and tossing and turning for about three hours you have no idea what it was you wanted to get done and the only thing you have any energy for is surfing the web and reading the blogs you haven't had a chance to really read in days?

What? More Breastfeeding hurdles?

Have I mentioned that I finally broke down and bought a laptop? And oh, how liberating. I love being able to actually surf the internet and stuff somewhere other than my bedroom. We still have the desktop in the bedroom, and I hated it there because when Sofia goes to sleep I hate worrying about waking her. The light from the monitor was always too bright too. Right now? I am pumping and typing. I love it! Too much information?

Yesterday Sofia was a bit cranky when I picked her up from daycare and Miss E said she'd been that way for a couple of hours. She wouldn't eat from her last bottle and I ended up dumping a whole five ounces because of it. It sat out for too long. Anyway, I fed her there on the spot and she settled down a bit. Then I fed her a couple of times after we got home, but the child was in a biting mood. Literally. She kept biting me, and it fucking hurt. I mean, REALLY hurt. I mean, I actually cried for a while with one of the bites she gave me. I was afraid to feed her for the rest of the night, but I did.

Then I stayed home with her today, and she was good. She didn't bite me once. Well, maybe once, but it wasn't too bad. I just can't get over how cute she is. I love being with her. I wish I could do it more often. I tried again with the cereal today, but no luck today. You win some, you lose some I guess. I asked Robert to ask the daycare people to try the cereal tomorrow and then I'll try again tomorrow night. I hate wasting breastmilk. It sucks.

So I watched America's Next Top Model and that Jade girl needs to be kicked off. She's a pain in the ass, but at least it makes for some good drama. American Idol sucked. When is this Kevin going to be voted off? He sucks ass. What a joke. For a minute I was afraid Ace was going to be voted off. Sure he's not nearly good enough to win, but he's hot, so let's I hope they keep him around for a while.

Good News

I'm so excited! Today Sofia actually ate some cereal. Yes, it was but a few spoonfuls, and it was really milk with a teensy bit of cereal, but she ate it! She opened up her mouth and everything. This is progress.

Robert also took care of all the details for Sofia's baptism. So it's all set. In a couple of weeks she'll be baptized, and we're doing it at the same church where we got married. I'm pretty excited she'll have a special day. I'll be sure to post pictures.

This past weekend my cousin came into Houston for work on Thursday and Friday, and he stayed with us for the weekend. We had a good time. He and I were very close growing up. He informed me that he took a job in Houston, so that means he'll be moving! Yea! I'm so excited that we'll finally have some family here.

And although last week was rough -- I worked a hellish 12 hours on Friday -- it was worth it. I plan to take Wednesday off thanks to my overabundance of hours. I love being with my baby. She's amazing.

Boys

This morning I left for work around 6:30 am and left Robert asleep with Sofia. He told me later that she woke him around 7:30 am and would not go back to sleep. She apparently, was very fussy. Usually I can calm her down easily with the boob, but Robert, being that he is a guy and all doesn't have boobs.

I asked him later, "Did you wish that you had boobs?" You know, so that he could calm her down. He said "no". When I asked why he said that he would like his boobs too much if he had them. Boys.

Sad

Once again, tonight I tried watching American Idol while flipping the channel back to another show. This time it was America's Next Top Model. It's going to be a challenge watching both shows if they stay on the same night. Hopefully I can rise to the challenge. Perhaps I need a life? Oh, wait, I'm too tired to do anything BUT watch TV.

Was very distressed to read Kelly's post today. Does this mean no more updates on Adelaide? What will I do? Ack! I was very sad. I hope Kelly continues to post at least every once in a while because I love her blog. First Banal Drivel, now this? Michelle over at BD informed me that she probably wouldn't be blogging for now. I completely understand since I hardly have time to post anything, but I couldn't help but be sad. See, these are the blogs I would read faithfully throughout my pregnancy. These and Beth's and a few others. I loved having someone to "talk" to about the same things I was going through. I loved that when I suffered through the woes of carpal tunnel during my pregnancy that Kelly totally understood because she had it too. I loved that Michelle and all the other breastfeeding moms went through the same painful process of getting the baby to latch on correctly like I did and lived to tell about it. I, too, love having "blog" friends and feel like they're real friends. I will have to keep getting my fix from all the other blogs I read like Alfred's Mom, Sabrina, Beth, Ali and others.

I'm as smart as an 8th grader

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?

Cool. At least it's something, right? Thanks Mabel!

Sofia: Six Months

Dear Sofia,
You turned six months February 24th. I can't believe you are six months old! When people ask how old you are, I can hardly believe it myself when I tell them that you are six months old. But you are. You are no longer the teeny tiny baby we knew months ago. You are a big, beautiful, healthy, happy, curious baby. Why, just today, your dad and I took you to the Cry-baby Matinee at the Angelika Theater and you were one of the biggest babies there. We couldn't believe how small the other babies were.

Gosh, Sofia, this past month you have reached so many milestones. Where do I begin?

Well, you now have two beautiful little teeth. And when you smile you can't miss 'em. And you do. You still smile all the time. And we still love it. I'll never tire of that beautiful smile that lights up your entire face.
You started eating solids this past month. Only cereal really. But you came down with a sinus infection not too long ago and you're taking antibiotics. Since you've been taking them you haven't shown much interest in the cereal. But you still love mama's milk. I'm still breastfeeding you, and I'll do it for as long as I can, because I think it's best for you and I'm thankful that I have been able to successfuly do it for so long while I've been working full-time. We'll work on the cereal more when you're done with the antibiotics. And we'll work on more stuff too, like bananas and sweet potatoes.

You're also "talking" a lot more. You've been doing this since before five months, but lately there's no stopping you. You also screech like a little velociraptor. It's really adorable. You kept doing it at the movies today.

We noticed about a week ago that you started waving. I don't think you've made the connection with "hi", "bye" and waving but you wave all the time. And we're always waving back at you. You've discovered your hands and your feet. You love to chew on your toes. Especially during diaper changes. You hate sitting still for diaper changes and like to wiggle all over the place. The same goes for changing your clothes.

This past month we took you to the beach for the first time and you really enjoyed yourself. We loved watching you watch the seagulls and the ocean.


You're doing really well at daycare. Thriving, really. I'm happy that you love the ladies who take care of you. You are all smiles for them, but when I pick you up at the end of the day you smile ear to ear and your face lights up. It is the most beautiful sight in the universe. I know you are happy to see me and that is the best feeling in the world!

You still sleep in bed with me and your dad, and I don't plan on moving you out any time soon. Maybe that's a mistake, but it just feels right. I love having you close to me all night. Maybe it's because I miss you so much during the days I'm at work. I love the smell of your baby shampoo, and I love listening to your breathing and your little heart beating. It's amazing.


Speaking of sleep, you do well at night. Waking only once or twice to nurse, but you go straight back to sleep. We knew something was wrong a few days ago when you kept waking in the middle of the night crying for a couple of hours. Turned out you had a sinus infection. We had to give you antibiotics, and you hate them, but you still manage to take what you need. I had been wanting to take your pacifier away and have you quit cold turkey, but I haven't done it. I haven't had the heart.

And I'm not sure exactly when it happened Sofia, but you are crawling! At first you kind of scooted along, but you can make it nearly across the room if I take my eyes off you. Sometimes you still lay there and act like you can't crawl, but I've seen you. You are mobile. I have to put pants on you to make sure you don't get rug burn. :)


Each night I look at you, I can't believe you're mine. I can't believe you grew inside my belly. You never cease to amaze me, Sofia, with all that you do. I love you my angel, my Sofia Wia. My Wee. You are the most beautiful, precious, amazing gift in the world. Your daddy and I are very blessed to have you in our lives. I love you with all of my heart and my soul.

Love,
Mama