March 2010 - Baby Steps in High Heels

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Pour Your Heart Out & Wine Wednesday!

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Pour Your Heart Out & Wine Wednesday!
So, I probably couldn’t give you the definition of a meme if I tried, but I think I’m participating in TWO today!

First, Shell’s Pour Your Heart Out Wednesday:
Here are the Rules:

Write a post from the heart.
Something that has been weighing on you.
Something you feel passionately about.
Something you've been wanting to talk about.
A cause, a memory, a belief, a world view.


Pour your heart out, and then link up!

This might be a bit of a cop out, but it’s definitely been on my mind lately. We’re taking Baby for her 4-month check-up this week (new doctor!), and I’m fairly terrified about her weight check. Society today places a ton of guilt on moms who can’t/don’t breastfeed. We all know that I failed miserably at that particular task of motherhood. What’s worse is all of the trouble that Baby has had with formula. We’ve tried regular. We’ve tried one for gas and fussiness. We’ve tried soy. And, now we’re on advanced rice, the one for babies who spit up a lot. Husband seems to think this one is working better, but I’m not convinced. And, I won’t be until we get that weight check (honestly, that probably won’t even satisfy me). I’m hoping that Baby gains enough weight to indicate that she’s getting enough nourishment from her formula. It’s terrible to feel so responsible for all of these troubles, but it’s even worse to watch her struggle with finding something that she can tolerate. I’ve got my fingers crossed that all goes well this week.

That said, we should move along to meme # 2 – Wine Wednesdays! Now, I didn’t think of this one. I CAN’TCAN'TCAN'T believe I didn't think of this one!! But, I do think it’s appropriate to follow a little heart pouring with a little wine pouring … what do y’all think?

One of my favorite wines is Kim Crawford’s Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc. I don’t have time to search for a picture, but, trust me … it’s delicious! I pulled the following info from their website:
Wild at Heart
Deriving from the French word sauvage (“wild”) and blanc (“white”) ours is a crisp and powerful, well balanced wine with intense aromas of gooseberry, passion fruit and citrus flavours. This light to medium bodied aromatic wine to match with salads, seafood and vegetarian dishes and a perfectly acceptable quaffer!
Tasting Notes
Colour: Pale green.
Aroma: Lifted aromatics of tropical fruits combined with the traditional nettle and herbaceous aromas of Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc.
Palate: Firm acidity is surrounded by tropical fruits and herbaceous notes with hints of citrus sneaking in. A whopping mouthful of Marlborough.
Cellar: Ready to drink now, however this wine will continue to develop for 2-3 years.
Food Match: Good to drink with anyone at anytime. Ideally suited to asparagus, oysters and summer salads.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Post-It Note Tuesday

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Post-It Note Tuesday

Monday, March 29, 2010

Reasoning with an infant

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Reasoning with an infant
Can somebody please tell me how to reason with my 4-month-old? Yes, I know she can barely hold up her own head. No, she has not yet mastered her opposable thumbs. But, really ...

Me: Baby, you cannot swallow your entire fist.

Me: I promise. It won’t fit.

Me: Really, you’re going to gag yourself.

ME: Really? See? Fine.

Friday, March 26, 2010

4 Months Old!

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4 Months Old!
I really can’t believe it! Baby will be 4-months-old tomorrow! How time has flown!

What’s going on in Baby’s world these days? Here are just a few tidbits:

Weight – 10 lbs 9 oz as of 2 weeks ago. I’m sure she’ll be over 12lbs when we take her for her check-up this week!
Length – not sure. Will have to update after we see the doctor, but she is getting LONG.
Hair is getting lighter, a dark blonde now.
Eyes are still blue!
Growing, but still tiny … she even still wears some newborn-sized clothes.
Doing much better with tummy time … lasting longer, holding her head higher.
She can hold up her head. She can scoot her legs and butt. She just can’t do both at the same time.
Sat in her Bumbo chair for the first time this week. She’s not sure what to think of it yet.
She has been studying hanging toys for a while, but now she’s starting to grab at them.
Rolls onto her side occasionally.
Busts out of swaddles at night. Such a strong girl!
Eats 5-ounce bottles during the day.
Reaches to hold the bottle with her own hands.
Sleeps from about 6:30 pm to 6:30 am. On good days. Sometimes she’s up before 5:00, and that’s no fun!
Likes the swing and bouncer, but LOVES to lie on her back on the changing table.
Kicks like she’s running a marathon.
Talks like she’s being paid thousands to deliver a speech.
Loves her Sophie the Giraffe teether. When she can figure out how to hold it. And, even though she’s not yet teething.
Does great on car trips. Sleeps most of the time.
Likes it when Mama makes silly noises and voices, but is mesmerized by the simple sound of Daddy’s normal voice.

Our little girl is growing and changing every day! I can’t quite believe she is already 4-months-old.

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Thursday, March 25, 2010

I'm writing a book ...

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I'm writing a book ...
First, I just want to thank everyone for their kind words and support yesterday. Who knew pouring your heart out could make you feel soooo much better? I guess Shell did. Genius!

Anyway, apparently I’m writing a book. No, nothing for actual publication. Just a ‘short’ manual for how to care for Baby.

Given that Husband and I will be attending the previously mentioned Bachelor and Bachelorette parties this weekend, we will be …

Leaving Baby. GULP.

For the first time. GULP.

Without either one of her parents present. GULP.

Overnight. Gulp.

And, yes, my in-laws are phenomenal and fully capable of caring for Baby. We could probably walk out the door Saturday morning without leaving one word of instruction and come home to a perfectly happy and healthy baby on Sunday afternoon. But let’s be honest here. I wouldn’t be my normal, neurotic self if I didn’t leave some form of guidance. It’s true, though. My simple page of instructions is quickly spinning out of control.

Yes, they know how to change diapers … but do they know that putting her lovey (aka the burp cloth) next to her face during the middle-of-the-night changes helps keep her from getting too fussy?

Yes, they know how to feed a baby a bottle, but do they know that to do when this new super thick and clumpy formula cakes together in the top of the nipple?

Yes, they know many, many things. They probably know much more than I’ve even begun to figure out. But, still … I’m writing a book. Or, at least a chapter.

Really though, we all know I’ll probably be driving home at midnight anyway!

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Pour Your Heart Out Wednesday

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Pour Your Heart Out Wednesday
Shell over at Things I Can’t Say has started Pour Your Heart Out Wednesday.

Here are the Rules:

Write a post from the heart.
Something that has been weighing on you.
Something you feel passionately about.
Something you've been wanting to talk about.
A cause, a memory, a belief, a world view.


Pour your heart out, and then link up!

I’m not sure if this counts, but it’s definitely something I’ve been struggling with. I like my job. Actually, I love my job. I work with awesome people and I’m challenged daily. The problem is that traveling is a large component 6-8 months out of the year. With a 4-month-old baby, it’s hard!

It’s hard to think about getting on a plane when my appointment calendar is minimal. It’s hard to think about spending days away from home for clients who can sometimes be really worthless (though certainly not all of them). It’s hard to imagine that Baby will be okay while I’m away, even worse to realize that she probably won’t even notice that I’m gone.

Logically, it all makes sense. My family functions as a two-income family. My employer provides AWESOME and CHEAP health insurance. I am truly providing for my family, and this is important. Unfortunately, logic doesn’t stand much of a fighting chance against the guilt, fear, and anguish that overwhelm me when faced with these responsibilities.

I always knew I would be a working mom. It’s who I am. It’s how I function at my best, and am thus able to best care for Baby. But, it’s hard. Sometimes it just plain sucks.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Update on Boys ...

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Update on Boys ...
I was in a bit of a hurry yesterday and didn't post much of a back story. So, let me explain ...

Husband is AWESOME. Kind. Generous. Honest. He is not really the type to frequent strip clubs on a regular basis. Not at all, really. He's decent like that.

That said, this IS a Bachelor Party we're talking about. And, when the options are:

1-Kayaking. Also known (in my mind) as an almost guaranteed adventure in hypothermia and/or other serious bodily harm; or,

2-Sky Diving. Also known (in my mind) as an almost guaranteed adventure in certain death,

My money is on the strip club! Fortunately, several others have joined in the weekend festivities, so it looks like paintball is back on!

Ironically, Husband HATES to fly. But he has no problem jumping out of a plane? I don't get it either ...

Monday, March 22, 2010

Boys ...

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Boys ...
So, Husband has a Bachelor Party this weekend for one of our very dear friends who will be getting married next month. (Don’t worry, I’m going to the Bachelorette Party, so fun will be had by all!). The original plan was for the boys to play paintball during the day and then go out for dinner and drinks afterward. However, it doesn’t look like they will have enough people for paintball, so Husband is scrambling for Plan B.

First option – kayaking. Um, yes this is Texas, but I’m pretty sure temps were in the 30s this weekend. Can you say hypothermia?

Second option – skydiving. Awesome. Let’s celebrate your impending nuptials by … jumping out of a plane and plummeting toward the ground. Keep your fingers crossed that the ‘chute opens.

Seriously, can’t they just go to a strip club like normal boys?

Friday, March 19, 2010

Skinny Jeans!

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Skinny Jeans!
Oh yeah! Skinny Jeans! I finally fit in a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans! How did I do it? I thought you might ask. Let me share my super-awesome-exercise-diet regiment:

Step 1. Diet: I call it the Baby screams/cries/demands attention any time I sit down to eat. She’s out cold while I clank around pots and pans, making dinner, slamming oven doors, etc. But the second I sit down, she starts howling three bites in. That beautiful piece of salmon? Cold salmon? Not so tasty 45 minutes later.

Step 2. Exercise: It’s simple really. A couple hundred laps around the house every day for feedings, diaper changes, etc. Also, Elle Woods coined the phrase ‘bend and snap’, but if you do it a dozen times an hour to pick up dropped pacifiers, burp cloths, etc., it can really provide a great work out.

Step 3. Top Secret Trick. Now this is the most important part, and you should all feel oh-so-lucky to be let in on the secret to fitting into your pre-pregnancy jeans. The secret is …. (drum roll) …. make sure that pair of pants was your ‘fat’ pants prior to pregnancy! You know the ones. Those extra comfy jeans with lots of spandex/lycra or whatever it is that they’re putting in jeans these days to make them stretchy. Those jeans that were a size or two too big that you just kept around for comfort’s sake. Yes, those are the ones.

It doesn’t matter that they were my fat jeans before pregnancy. They’re my skinny jeans now!

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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Post-It Note Tuesday

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Post-It Note Tuesday

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Friday, March 12, 2010

Third time's a charm?

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Third time's a charm?
Goodbye organic soy formula. I suppose it was never meant to be … from our tumultuous meeting in a rare Texas sleet and ice storm … through your inability to soothe and nourish Baby’s belly. You gave it a good try, but it is now time for us to move on.

Doctor says Baby should try a new formula with advanced rice starch. Who even knew such a thing existed? Supposedly it’s thicker, heavier, and great at calming the tendency to spit up every ounce Baby consumes. This will the the THIRD formula we've tried. Husband will be happy if this one actually works. As I’ve mentioned before, he’s a ‘bit’ of a neat freak. Let’s just say he’s not a fan of the spitting up. Not at all. Fortunately, I hear babies eventually grow out of this … just in time to start throwing pureed sweet potatoes at the wall.

In any case, Baby is up to her usual tricks. She likes to keep us on our toes, jumping through hoops, and generally making fools out of ourselves. But, of course, it’s all worth it. I mean, really, look at that face …

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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Post-It Note Tuesday ... RSVP

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Post-It Note Tuesday ... RSVP

Monday, March 8, 2010

I survived!

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I survived!
I’m back! I survived the business trip and being away from Baby. Unfortunately, now I’m sick. I think I ended up getting Husband’s flu, but who knows … I shook sooo many hands at that conference, and people are germy!

Anyway, it’s completely unfair to be separated from your child for days only to come home and still have to avoid her for fear of getting her sick. Not fair at all.

Thanks to everyone for your encouragement. Keeping busy and lots of distraction (and wine) were certainly the keys to surviving my first trip away from Baby. More to come when my head clears. Hopefully soon.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I'm going on a trip ...

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I'm going on a trip ...
Remember that game we played on road trips as kids …

I’m going on a trip and I’m taking with me an apple. Then the next person goes and has to remember everything that was taken before their turn … I’m going on a trip and I’m taking with me an apple, a banana, a can of worms ….

This is kind of how I feel right now. I’m packing for this conference. I will be gone for little more than 48 hours, and I’m taking the Entire. Contents. Of my Closet. Seriously, I’m taking …

One pair of black pants
One pair of brown pants
Two pairs of jeans
At least 6 tops
Three pairs of boots
Two pairs of heels
Highly contemplating packing a pair of maternity jeans that I haven’t worn in many weeks (you know, just in case … wth?)

Should I go on? Because, the list does go on. Really, it’s pathetic. I think it’s the result of one of two things. One – it’s possible that I’m just too lazy busy to try on these outfits to see what actually fits, so I’m waiting until I get there to do that. Two – I’m using clothes and shoes to replace the guilt/fear/ gigantic lump in my throat over leaving Baby.

I’m guessing it’s probably Option Three though – a combination of both One and Two.

I WANT to go to this conference. I really do. I haven’t seen my boss in over a year, and I adore her. I have several friends in town that I will get to see for the first time since Baby was born. There will be great opportunities to expense drink awesome coffee and wine and eat fabulous food. And, SLEEP. Through the night.

BUT. But, I keep running excuses through my head to get out of it. Maybe Husband hasn’t recovered from the flu and I can’t leave him alone to deal with Baby. Maybe I caught the flu myself. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

The truth is that I’m going. And, I’m going to have a great time, do great business, and be back before Baby spits up again. Okay, probably not given her Olympian aspirations, but you know what I mean. I just have to give myself these options in order to mentally avoid prepare to …. GULP … leave her for the first time.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Post-It Note Tuesday ... will you play?

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Post-It Note Tuesday ... will you play?