Monday, August 30, 2010

Up and at 'em!

It’s the first full day of my business trip, and I’m up bright and early here on the east coast. My meetings start in a couple of hours, and I have lots to do before we get started for the day. Work out, shower, meeting-prep tasks … but, first and foremost, a Skype chat with my sweet baby girl!

I got in too late last night to Skype with her. Although my planed landed around 5 pm, it took another couple of hours to take the train (which was 45 minutes late) into D.C. from the BWI airport. Baby was already winding down before I could even attempt to log on to the computer.

I have to say, I think this video chat is going to be a wonderful tool to help me make it through the week. Even if Baby doesn’t completely grasp the concept, at least I get to see her face, hear her baby babble, and even catch the occasional ‘peek-a-boo’ game with her.

After our Skype chat, it will be on to a full day for me. My self-imposed rules for the day include:

-Do NOT speak to ANYONE in baby talk.
-Use complete sentences.
-NO high pitched voices or baby babble in meetings, please.
-Do not refer to self as ‘mama’ at any time.
-Try to talk about something/anything other than Baby. At least every once in a while.
-Know your limits. Don’t get too excited with soooo much adult interaction that you go overboard. Conversations with complete sentences do not need to drag on for hours simply because you haven’t had one in almost a year.

Here I go …

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Book Review: Magic Manners at Mealtime

I was recently sent a free copy of Magic Manners at Mealtime by Rocky Stayart in exchange for my honest review of the book.

A stickler for manners myself, I love to see books that put a unique spin on teaching these kinds of lessons to children. It can be challenging, to say the least, to get any given message across to a young child, especially a message regarding things that they’re ‘supposed’ to do.

Magic Manners at Mealtime makes teaching manners fun! This ten-step program teaches kids about the importance of cleanliness, communicating politely, and controlling physical activities (like chewing with closed mouths and keeping elbows off of the table) through rhymes and fun anecdotes like …

“You have to sneeze, you have to burp,
Whatever should you do?
You close your mouth and cover it up.
And then you say ‘Excuse me,’ too.”

At the end of the book, there is also a manners game that encourages kids to practice what they’ve learned. Reward stickers are provided along with a red magic (cloth) napkin that can be used to practice manners throughout the book.

Overall, I think Magic Manners at Mealtime is a great tool for teaching children about proper etiquette at the dinner table. It is uniquely formatted, so that it stands upright. Each page is one ‘step’ of the program, and it even includes a Spanish version on the other side. Parents will find this book a useful starting point in educating their kids about mealtime manners, while their children will enjoy humorous rhymes and a fun game without even realizing they’re learning valuable lessons.

The book is aimed at children, ages 2-7. For more information, including promotional pricing information and to order Magic Manners at Mealtime, please visit www.magicmanners.com.

Friday, August 27, 2010

39 Weeks

Baby is 9-months-old today. She is exactly 39 weeks-old, which is exactly how long I carried her in pregnancy.

It’s a little surreal to think of it that way, but it’s also amazing. Especially when I consider how sick I felt while I was pregnant. There were days, hours even, that I never thought would pass. Certainly not quickly enough.

And then she arrived. She was perfect. Amazing. And I wasn’t sick anymore. And the months of nausea drifted into the background of my mind in an instant.

Now, nine months later, it’s crazy how time has flown. I guess it’s true what they say, that time is relative. It’s interesting to me to think about two time periods, the same length of time, and how completely different my experiences of each has been.

A year ago, I would have given almost anything to speed up the passage of time. Now the opposite is true. I’d love to slow it down. I want to just sit. Be still. Have Baby stop growing so much so quickly. Just for a moment or two.

I don’t think I noticed it quite as much at the 3- and 6-month marks. Sure she had grown. Changed. Developed. But it’s different now. She has developed her own personality. She’s on the go. She’s on the downhill slope to her first birthday.

*Gulp*

I recently read a quote, and apparently it’s a fairly well known saying. However, I had never heard it before. It goes, “The days are long, but the years are short.”

So true. I think back to those first few days after we brought Baby home from the hospital. We loved her sooo much, but our love alone did not bestow knowledge. We were a bit on the clueless side. We muddled through, figuring things out as we went along. Those days were long.

But now, those days seem like just yesterday. How did we get to the nine month mark so quickly? Where did the time go? How did we get from the pre-planning phase, the time where milestones seemed so far down the road … to now watching those same milestones in the rearview mirror?

First smile. First laugh. First tooth. First solid food. Rolling over. Sitting up. Pulling up.

These are pretty significant milestones. And, for us, they are all in the past. Already behind us.

*Gulp*

Our little girl is growing up quickly. She’s curious. Fearless. And so much fun!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

An Incident, A Prescription, and A Plan

Does every mother’s heart jump into her throat when she sees her child’s school or day care pop up on caller ID? Mine certainly does. To be fair, in the seven or so months that Baby has been in school, her day care has only called me 2-3 times. And the first couple of times must have been fairly insignificant, because I honestly can’t remember the reason.

However, yesterday afternoon was a different story. About 2 minutes before I planned to leave to pick Baby up from day care, my phone started ringing. It was her school. In the 4 seconds between my recognizing their number and actually answering the call, literally a hundred things ran through my head … sick, fever, accident (ranging from a diaper accident to falling off a non-existent cliff), etc.

There was, in fact, an ‘incident’. And there was an official ‘incident report’ to go along with the situation.

It seems my child was playing with a toy. Another child tried to take said toy. My ever-so-sweet baby apparently did not want to share. So, she pulled the toy away and hit herself in the face, busting her lip a little.

In all honestly, I couldn’t even see the bump when I arrived. It’s on the inside of her lip and looks more like she bit her lip than anything else. Fortunately, it’s all be healed up this morning.

But, wow, that sinking feeling when the phone rings like that … does it ever go away?

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On another note, I’m sure you’re all sick of me talking about my upcoming business trip to Washington, D.C. I am actually a little sick of it myself! But I do have one little bit to add to the story …

I had an appointment a couple of days ago, and I started talking to the doctor about my anxiety over leaving. Here’s how the conversation went …

Dr: So, you’re worried about leaving your baby?
Me: Uh huh.
Dr: What are you most worried about?
Me: Um, everything. Like plane crashes. And terrorist attacks. And that Baby will learn to crawl while I’m gone. And that my nine-month-old still isn’t crawling. And that … (the list went on for a while)
Dr: Uh huh.

So, she gave me a prescription for xanax.

Okay, it wasn’t that simple. She actually talked me through a LOT of stuff, which I found really helpful. She gave me a new plan: Distract and re-focus. I think it’s going to be quite useful.

I just find it funny that I joked about xanax earlier in the week, and now I’m actually in possession of this controlled substance. It took a printed and signed (not electronically submitted) prescription, a photo ID, and one unexpectedly emotional doctor’s visit.

I’m not sure about taking it. I don’t like the idea of it, and I'd like to think that I'm strong enough without it. However, it might be what I need to get on the plane on Sunday afternoon. In any case, I definitely feel more prepared … more so from the ‘distract and refocus’ motto than the prescription, but it’s nice to have a little back up plan too!

The doctor also said that I’m not crazy at all, that my thoughts and emotions are completely normal. Maybe that’s what they say to everyone, but it definitely removed one layer of guilt from my mind.

Husband has noted that he thinks I’ve moved on from the grief stage to the acceptance stage … I wonder it has anything to do with the prescription drug phase I’m anticipating for Sunday afternoon? Just kidding … but even I can tell that I’m already in a better mind set. I just hope it stays that way!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

PYHO: Working Mom Working It Out

It's time for me to double up on memes again. Pouring my heart out with Shell at Things I Can't Say:



And joining Julia at Work, Wife, Mom ... Life for Working Mommy Wednesday:


[Julia - I promise I'll get to one of your prompts soon ... there is just another work-related topic that has consumed me for a while now ...]

I leave on Sunday for my week-long business trip. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. I’ve also been trying not to think about it for weeks. I’m still not sure which approach is better.

But, I have to go. I have to leave Baby. I have to leave Husband.

It’s my job. It’s my professional responsibility. It’s the only way to continue to secure salary and insurance for my family. I have to go.

And, it’s going to be okay. I think.

I’ve made a few lists to help me process …

The Good:
-Meeting responsibilities
-Recharge time (six nights of sleeping through the night!)
-Adult/Professional/Social conversations/interactions interactions
-Good food/wine that I don’t have to pay for 
-A week of leaving the house (hotel) without spit-up on my shirt or peas in my hair
-No dirty diapers!

The Bad:
-Leaving my child. For SEVEN Days. SIX nights.
-Not hearing her breathe in the night. I love that sound. It may be my favorite ever.
-Not holding her for six nights/seven days
-Not being the one to rock her to sleep
-Not being the one who is there when she wakes up
-No playing peek-a-boo or toes-on-your-nose
-Just planning not being there. And missing her like crazy.
-Missing Husband too! How am I going to stay calm when he is not with me?

Why it will be okay. I think.
-Skype. Thank GOD for Skype. At least I can see them every day (at breakfast, lunch, dinner, and maybe even a night or two … a mama needs to hear that baby’s breath!)
-My ‘recharge’ mentality. If I do it correctly, I can come home recharged with a week’s worth of restful nights and ‘me’ time.
-If I do it right, I can come back a ‘better’ mom. Of course, I have to avoid melting down. Daily.

I’m still convincing myself of all of the ‘good’ and ‘why it will be okay’ items on these lists. But I AM working on it …

Monday, August 23, 2010

Babies are loud.

Newsflash: babies are loud.

Okay, well, you probably already knew that.

But we didn’t! Sure, Baby exercises her lungs when she’s hungry, tired, fussy, etc.

But when she’s happy? Content? Just hanging out?

She has typically been a relatively quiet child. Not anymore! She loves to babble, and it’s so much fun to interact and ‘talk’ with her. Except on Sunday morning. Especially when you’re Catholic.

Then you have an entire church full of quiet, conservative Christians staring at you for no less than 60 minutes. Staring at your almost-nine-month-old who must think she’s actually at a contemporary service, a rock concert, or at least in the comfort of her own home.

Sure, babies make noises. And, no, they do not know better. But … wow.

My child is LOUD. And she wants everyone to hear what she has to say!

If I didn’t know any better, I might have thought she was singing, “Hallelujah!” right along with the choir. Except she thought she was a solo artist. And she only wanted to ‘sing’ when everyone else was quiet.

I guess I shouldn’t be too embarrassed. At least she didn’t let one rip this week. Or go red-faced and start grunting out a stinky diaper.

Hopefully the weather will start to cool down soon and we can make use of the cry room again. Of course, we’d have to leave the house early enough to get a seat, which seems to be an issue of increasing difficulty for us.

Moral of the story: Babies make you late. Babies can embarrass you. Babies are loud.
But, they’re also amazing. And they can make you happier than you ever thought possible. Who cares if they want to be heard/want an audience/want all of the attention?

It is probably better that people focus on the cute baby anyway, because who knows if I even remembered to brush my hair (much less my teeth) before bolting out the door, already late again …

Friday, August 20, 2010

Overcommitted.

I recently decided that Husband, Baby, and I would not be going anywhere during the month of September, at least not on the weekends (given that I will be traveling during the week for my job).

I decided that we would not make any advance plans for the entire month. Now, before our family and friends overreact, I’m not saying that we don’t want to see you! We do! We just don’t want to know exactly what we’ll be doing for weeks, even months, in advance.

That’s how we’ve been living our lives. Overcommitted. And overwhelmed. At one point not too long ago, I would have been able to tell you exactly what my family would be doing for about 80% of the weekends during the following six months. Seriously!

We need a break! We might end up going somewhere on, say September 18th, but I don’t want to know who/what/when/where/why until the week before. At the earliest. Day of would be even better. I honestly can’t remember the last time we were able to wake up on a Saturday morning and say, “Hmmm. What should we do today?”

Well, that’s what we’ll be doing next month! If you want to hang out on a Friday night, give us a call. Just not 5 weeks in advance, please! If you want to come for a visit, we’d love to have you. But, this is one time where short notice is our preference.

We’re really looking forward to being homebodies for a little while. We’ve lived in our little town for almost 2 years but barely know a soul. Why? Because we’re never here. We are always on the go. Birthdays. Weddings. Showers. Parties. All extremely fun stuff. All time spent with people we love dearly.

The problem is that there is rarely an event that we don’t want to attend. The other problem is that there rarely isn’t an event. (Did you follow all of those double negatives? Confusing, I know. But necessary to make my point.)

So, we’re taking a breather. I’m really looking forward to next month. Of course, it’s more than likely that we’ll end up going stir crazy by the end of the first weekend!

Happy Friday, everyone!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Free Therapy Thursday!

I’m joining Kmama at The Daily Dribbles for some Free Therapy Thursday!



KMama says … The way it works is that you take out all your frustrations on people/things that peeved you off during the week and thank them in a very sarcastic way, for being who or what they are/doing what they did.

So, here we go ….

-To the specific-brand-of-formula-that-baby-uses: For redesigning your containers to a MUCH LESS CONVENIENT tub and bag format. For including LESS formula in these new containers and still charging the same price. Thank you very much.

-To the fabulous eco-friendly diapers (which I usually love): for failing us overnight and leaking. Everywhere. At 4:09 a.m. Thank you very much.

-And to myself: for choosing not to throw that extra load of laundry in the washing machine at 10:00 p.m. last night. The one with the only other crib sheet we own. So that we had to put the pack-n-play together at 4:17 a.m. so Baby would have a clean, dry place to sleep for the next two hours. Thank you very much.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

WMW: A day to myself?

It’s another Working Mommy Wednesday, and I’m linking up!




Prompt #2. If you could have one day all to yourself, how would you spend it?

One day all to myself? Hmmm … I’d start by SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT! I’d start by not waking up at midnight or 2 am or 4 am. Then, I’d sleep right through when that morning alarm should have gone off. I’d sleep LAAAATE. And, even though sleeping ‘late’ for me these days is 7:30 or 8:00, I might even push it to 9:00 am! I’d be in a hotel room or a similar room with awesome blackout curtains. Perhaps I’d even sleep until 10:00 am!

Then, I’d have brunch. Then a nap. A loooong nap.

After that, I’d probably track down Husband and Baby. Hey, it’s my day! I don’t have to spend it all alone unless that’s what I want. And, after I catch up on some sleep, all I’d want is to hang out with my family.

Of course, if I could find a way to squeeze in a massage, a pedicure, an hour of uninterrupted book reading, a little shoe shopping, and a glass (or two) of wine … well, that wouldn’t hurt either!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Mommy Moment Monday

My baby brother got married over the weekend, and we’re soooo happy for him and his new wife! (And, thanks to all of you for the well wishes!) However, the wedding and surrounding festivities prompted a few Mommy Moments for me along the way.

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We thought we’d send Baby up for an overnight visit with Husband’s parents on Friday night. This would give us the opportunity to attend the rehearsal dinner sans melting-down-screaming-I-want-to-go-to-sleep-NOOOOOW child. This would give us the entire evening ‘off’ … we could hang out with family, meet up with friends, stay out after dark, and even sleep through the night.

Um, well, not so much.

For Husband, none of this was a problem. I, on the other hand, had a few issues.

First, in order to make the entire weekend work, I (of course) packed up our entire house … everything from diapers/wipes/food/toys to evening story books and (of course) an 8-page Baby Manual for the 18-hour time period my child would be away from me.

Yep. I was super organized. Except that I forgot the pacifier. The ONE item that Baby probably needed most. It was a good thing we picked her up from day care on our way out of town. We just took the one she keeps there. Somehow that one paci managed to last the entire weekend. I’m doing my best not to focus on just how disgusting that thing was by Sunday evening (even with all the sterilizing we did).

With that potential disaster averted, we dropped Baby off with her grandparents. It only took me an extra seven thousand goodbyes and Husband threatening to leave me before we were off for our evening out. My in-laws are fantastic and sent me tons of picture updates via iPhone the entire time. I think I had 3 pictures before the end of the first hour! This definitely helped.

Also, champagne helped. Champagne in the middle of the afternoon. In a plastic cup. Classy. I know. But, it’s cheaper (and more legal) that the sedatives I might have had to search down on a street corner.

I eventually mellowed out, and we enjoyed the rehearsal dinner. After, we were all set up to meet our friends downtown. But. But … my nerves were at it again. Here we were, on our old stomping grounds. Live music. Fun bars. We literally spent years hanging out in this very area.

I wasn’t having any of it. Instead of looking around and seeing freedom, I thought … this is loud, dirty, and it smells like urine. This is what I gave up my child for tonight? This? Uh uh. Nope. Not having it. Fortunately, we also have fantastic and very understanding friends. We walked to a quiet little bistro that was closing down and ordered a bottle of wine.

I made it through the night, mostly unscathed, but with an entirely new perspective. Am I old? Boring? No fun anymore? I guess it depends on who you ask!

But, as I woke up this Monday morning, I thought … I’m just a mom. I have different priorities these days. Of course it’s great to get out. Great to see friends. But those things that used to be commonplace for me no longer bring the same joy. If I want a mind-numbingly loud environment that reeks of bathroom smells, I don’t need to pay an $8 cover. I just need to step into Baby’s room at 5 a.m.

Friday, August 13, 2010

He's all grown up ...

My baby brother is getting married tomorrow! We LOVE his wife-to-be and are so excited for all of this weekend's festivities. Congratulations J & G ... We're so happy for you!

Have a great weekend everyone!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

PYHO: What I like least about being a mom ...

I have been a mom for exactly 258 days (if you don’t count the pregnancy). These days have been filled with many new and wonderful experiences, things I never could have anticipated before actually becoming a parent. But last night, as I was rocking Baby to sleep, I started thinking about some of the things I don’t like about being a mom. No, I’m not talking about changing 5 dirty diapers in one morning or missing out on the social events that used to define my life. In all honesty, that’s the easy stuff.

Please don’t misunderstand. I am not complaining about these things. Rather, it’s more like these are the things that I lament the most, things that make me sad or yes, even a little upset. These are the things that strike me as being the most unbalanced experiences of parenthood at the same time they’re innate, expected, and necessary.

So, in no particular order (except that the first one is what got this ball rolling for me last night) …

I hate that I don’t have a photographic memory. There are sweet moments—like rocking Baby to sleep, and fun times—like hysterical-non-stop-giggles, and even some instances that don’t exactly catch us at our best—like when Baby literally had a blowout up to her elbows. (I would have loved to have seen the look on my face!) I can easily recall these memories, but the details are already slipping away. Even the baby giggles I get today look and sound different than the ones we had just a few weeks ago. Sure we have a video camera, but I’ve learned that you can end up missing out on a lot while you’re trying to catch those special little moments on film. It’s doesn’t seem fair that a parent should have to choose between capturing a moment and fully experiencing it.

I really don’t like how time passes for mothers, how 45 seconds of heart wrenching baby sobs can feel like 45 minutes (or more) of complete and utter failure. On the other hand, I hate how 4 months can feel like it has flown by in 4 minutes. I’m sure the same is true for mothers with older children, how years can seem to pass in an instant.

I think it stinks that I ‘know better’. And that I not only have to do it, but be the one to enforce it. Whether it is naps, schedules, or the many other issues that we’ll be faced with in the coming years, I don’t like the idea that I’ll have to make choices because they’re smart or right, especially when those choices don’t *feel* like the best. For example, I know that my working outside the home is the right choice for my family, but it doesn’t exactly feel great knowing that I’m missing precious moments of my child’s life.

To that end, I absolutely loathe the notion that babies are deceptive. I fought this idea for weeks, maybe even months. I denied that my child could be trying to trick me. But it’s true. It happens. And I don’t like it. Specifically, I hate having to avoid Baby’s smiles and giggles while I am rocking her at night. Otherwise, she will continue to fight sleep, possibly for hours. I basically have to avoid eye contact or risk starting the entire winding down process all over again. I know better. It’s my job to make sure my child is not over-stimulated. It’s my responsibility to get her to sleep even when she’d rather play. But, I don’t like it one bit. Of course, I do indulge those little laughs from time to time … okay, okay, I probably do it at least once every night!

I hate always feeling exhausted. Isn’t this the time in my life when I should have the most energy? Isn’t now the time for stamina, endurance, and zest? Shouldn’t new parents, who are suddenly saddled with being fully responsible for an entirely new and basically helpless person, be granted some level of super-human powers? It sounds reasonable to me. I’m not asking for x-ray vision or the ability to fly, but perhaps a little staying power without the assistance of a caffeine drip? Or the ability to shake the zombie-mode despite having only slept for a total of 8 hours over a 3-day period? I love my lukewarm coffee in the morning, but this is one in particular that I just don’t think is fair at all! Not to my child. Not to myself. Parents shouldn’t need to fill up on external fuel. It should be included in the basic package.

Another thing that drives me crazy is the uncertainty, the fear of the unknown, the lack of control, and simply not having all the answers. Not being given straightforward information from doctors (or whoever is supposed to ‘know’). Even my BFF (Google) has been known to let me down from time to time. I hate not knowing exactly what to do, what is wrong, or how to fix any of it. And, I’m sure this will only get worse as Baby gets older. Not only will I not have answers to my own questions, but I’ll be answerless for her too. I have a feeling that the “because-I-said-sos” and the “because-that’s-the-way-God-made-its” will only go so far.

I’m sure the list could go on. Even as I try to conclude my thoughts now, there are other ideas popping into my head (like how ridiculous it is that baby’s fingernails grow so dang fast. Really? I’m supposed to find a way to cut those teeeeeny-tiiiiiiny little nails practically every other day while my child, who still does not yet have full control of those flailing arms or even the grip in her hands, would rather pull my hair or rip the picture off the wall. Um, definitely not fair.).

But the fact of the matter is that these are really fantastic problems to have. I mean, each of these issues has arisen from one single source: my child, and more specifically, my love for her. Short of installing constantly-recording cameras throughout our house (which strikes me as a little creepy) or finding some untapped resource for super-hero powers, I think these are just the things that come with the territory of being a parent. I might not like it sometimes, but I think I can learn to accept it … most of it, anyway.

What are your least favorite aspects of parenthood? Feel free to share only a thought or two, or Pour Your Heart Out ...

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

PINT: Skype, Sanity, and a night out!













[Testing being away. Probably not testing Skype just yet. Realistically, I won't set that up until the day before I leave. *sigh*]







Monday, August 9, 2010

Diamonds are a girl's best friend ...

I’ve written a little about Baby’s crawling. Or lack thereof. At least, during the day. She seems to like crawling, or at least really advanced scooting, in the middle of the night. In her crib. In her sleep sack. Actually … in her sleep.

But, put that kid down on her belly in broad daylight? Nope. Not a chance. She’ll flail her arms and legs so that it looks like she’s swimming. She’ll turn circles all afternoon, with one leg out so that her foot (and not any other part of that leg) is touching the floor. But she will not crawl.

Oh, and if you try to entice/trick/motivate her forward? Move a pacifier just out of reach? Jingle or crinkle a toy at her fingertips? Well, she’s apparently too stubborn for those antics. She plants herself even more firmly if we so much as hint at luring her into an actual crawl. She will do things on her own terms, and that’s just the way it’s going to be.

Except …. Except …. I just might have discovered a new source of inspiration. Diamonds! Of course! I should have known that that stubborn streak isn’t the only thing this child inherited from her mama. She also apparently loves what I affectionately refer to as ‘shiny-happy-pretty’ objects. You know: jewelry.

This morning, I took Baby for her follow-up doctor visit. (Her ears checked out okay! No more infections = no shots! Good news.) While we were waiting for the doctor, Baby was a little restless. This doctor’s office is nice enough. In the room we were in this morning, there were murals of dinosaurs, complete with the scientific and phonetic spellings of their names. But, seriously, I had gone through the names, colors, shapes, etc. of all 10 dinosaurs … about 10 times in the first 4 minutes.

So, we sang. We giggled. We played peek-a-boo. Okay. Four more minutes down.

Finally, I just put baby down on the table. I thought that I was out of ideas. Out of energy. Out of luck. But, no! I was wearing my jewelry. I might have forgotten, but Baby noticed right away. And, she practically lunged. Lunged, I tell you! Right toward my engagement ring. It’s the closest thing to a crawl I’ve seen my child do. At least while she’s awake.

I guess diamonds really are a girl’s best friend.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Gotta love Google!

When I was pregnant, I Googled everything. I mean EVERYTHING! If I had a new symptom, concern, irrational phobia, or general curiosity … I Googled.

And, you know what? I did not Google one single thing that didn’t return tons of results!

Gotta love that you can find ‘answers’ to almost anything at the touch of a key these days. Now, the information I found wasn’t always helpful. Sometimes it sent me into sheer panic or further intensified my paranoia. But, mostly it was nice to realize that I wasn’t alone with my crazy thoughts. Even if Husband thought I was overreacting (again), my trusty friend Google assured me every time that there we at least a few hundred other 'crazy' pregnant women out there who were in my same boat.

The same holds true now as a new mom. It’s great to be able to look up random information and get results instantly. For example, since I finally got over the ‘my-baby-sleeps-on-her-face-when-she-sleeps-on-her-tummy’ fears, things have been going fairly well. Baby sleeps quite soundly. And, she doesn’t flail about when we put her down. It’s pretty nice actually.

However, we have run into one little problem. Her diapers have been leaking through more frequently. I don’t know why it took me weeks to ask my BFF, but today I Googled: “front diaper leaks for tummy sleepers’ … man, I love that Google didn’t look at me like I was out of my mind with that combination of words!

Nope, my nice friend returned hundreds, possibly thousands, of results. Some were interesting. Some were bizarre. But, most were pretty helpful. Here are the most common results that I found for that search:

-Buy a size larger for nights
-Buy generic brand ... apparently these hold more. The Up & Up Target brand got a lot of nods.
-Add a maxi pad to the front
-Point the pee pee down (yes, it was written just like that. Multiple times.)

Well, my child is a girl, so that last one is irrelevant … but I think we just might try one or two of these options. We could at least move up a size. That’s easy. Maybe we’ll move up a size in a generic brand. Genius.

So, here are my questions:
1-What is the funniest thing you’ve looked up in a search engine? Or the funniest results to a completely normal search?
2-Do you have any suggestions for preventing those nighttime leaks?

Have a great weekend!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Mom Fail

When I walked into day care yesterday afternoon, one of the younger girls who works there had put Baby’s hair into a ponytail.



Her first one! It was adorable. I finally had something to do with her little comb-over! I was ecstatic.

Until this morning.

When I tried to replicate said ponytail.

Um … let’s just call this one colossal Mom Fail.

Remember in the 80s when accessories were not just in style, but a must? Remember when HAIR accessories were all the rage? Well, that’s about how long it’s been since I’ve done anything to ‘fix’ hair in any sort of up-do. And, the chip-clip does not count.

Who knew that this could be so hard?! I’m laughing out loud at myself even as I write this, because this is something that never occurred to me until this very morning. For those of you with daughters, I’m sure you know exactly what I mean!

It’s one thing to slide a little clip or bow onto the top of her head. But, try getting a teeeeny little rubberband around a teeeeeny little strand of hair …. Not so much! First, the rubber band has to be wound about a thousand times before there is any chance of staying put. Then, add my super-bouncy-morning-person child (she gets that from her father … the morning part, not the bouncy part) to the mix, and I ended up with a really pathetic looking ponytail.

But, dang it … I added a bow and sent her off to school anyway. As sad as the ponytail was, my baby was pretty darn cute! And maybe that same girl from yesterday will fix it for me!

My guess is that this experience is like diapers. By the 3rd time I do it, I’m sure I’ll be a pro. [If you think this is an overly optimistic timeframe … well, don’t tell me yet. I need to stay positive if I’m going to master this oh-so-important mom skill!]

**On another note: My blog got spammed yesterday! I had comments from 'buyViagra' ... does anyone know how to block this? I didn't even know this was possible!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I’m once again linking up with both Shell for Pour Your Heart Out and Julia for Working Mommy Wednesday. This is such a natural overlap for me, because the two are really intertwined in my heart and mind.






However, I’m once again forging my own path and not writing to one of the WMW prompts. Why? Because I've got some other things on my mind today ...

This morning I had a great time with Baby. We went to her last music class of the summer. My mom was able to join us, and we had a blast. Baby is at such a fun and interactive age right now – 8-months-old. She is so curious, and I love to watch her take everything in. And, she laughs! She laughs ALL the time. She’s such a good natured baby.

After class, Mom and I took Baby out to lunch. We met a friend of mine and her little boy, who turns one in just a few days. It was one of my first experiences taking Baby out to a restaurant since she’s become more mobile.

[Side note: if anyone wants to explain to me how a shopping cart cover can double as a high chair cover, I’m all ears. Apparently, I’m not so proficient with this little contraption. Probably because I never take my child out in public ... you know, it's germy out there and I'm paranoid!]

What does all of this have to do with work? Well, my flexible time for the summer is drawing to an end. I really only have a few weeks left before I start a very busy season for my sales job. I’ll be traveling 3-4 days each week. I’ll be busy all the time. We won’t be able to squeeze in even a 45 minute music class each week, much less add in lunch with friends and family.

I know this time will be temporary – about 8-10 weeks – but I really hate how busy I’ll be now that Baby is really starting to notice things, interact, explore, etc. This is the time that I’d love to be able to be more involved with her. However, the exact opposite will be happening. Not only will we miss fun classes, I won’t even be at home a few nights a week.

It’s my job, a job that I love. I know it’s important to embrace my responsibilities. I know that I will be able to teach my child great lessons by being a working mom.

But, wow, it’s such an emotional roller coaster. Some days, I feel confident, strong, and ready to go. Other days, not so much. I think it will be easier once the time arrives, and I don’t have a choice but to handle everything professionally. But having to think about this for weeks in advance is starting to wear me down.

I think I’ll be sneaking in as much extra time with Baby as possible this month!

Monday, August 2, 2010

A dilema

If you’ve been around my blog for a while, you know that Husband and I moved to a new town (where we currently live) just a few months before I got pregnant. Because I was so sick in pregnancy, we never really jumped into our local community and made friends. Flash forward almost two years, and we are sleep-deprived new parents very much in need of a little socializing!

But, where do we start? We really only know a couple of people here, and they’re quite possibly busier than we are.

So, last week, I took to my trusty computer and …. I googled!

I found a local mom group and signed up. I paid my $24 annual fee, and now have access to their message boards and calendar. And ...

Nothing.

Why nothing? Here’s the problem for me:

It seems that this particular group is made up of either SAHMs who schedule events while I have to work – or – working moms who schedule evening events. However, my child crashes out for the night by 6:30 p.m., so those aren’t really an option either.

So, this is obviously not a great fit for me. I’m not completely ruling out future interactions, but mid-morning play dates at the local water park don’t really fit well with my work schedule. And, Monday night Bingo isn’t exactly my speed.

Plan B? Who knows!

But, this particular experience is quite timely. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about exactly where I fit in as far as moms go. I have a ton of IRL friends, people I knew before they were moms or ones who aren’t yet parents. They’re great! They just don’t live next door. Or within a decent driving distance for Friday Happy Hours, for that matter.

When it comes to meeting new moms, I’m not sure I fit into any particular niche. I worry that I’d be to unreliable to SAHMs in groups like the one I found (groups that run like clockwork), because, although my works schedule does allow some daytime flexibility, it’s not consistent. So, I couldn’t be counted on to be at the same place/time/etc. on a regular basis.

With other working moms, even those I know who have new babies like me, schedules still seem to conflict. Sometimes people look at me like I’m crazy when I mention how early Baby goes to bed at night. But, she just doesn’t nap well at day care, so she crashes early!

Husband and I have recently discussed each of us having a free night during the week. I think this is a great idea and something we both need. But, what would I do? He joked that I would go to Target or our new, fancy grocery store. Big plans, I know!

So, how do you do it? How do you start fresh? Especially when your lifestyle doesn’t exactly fit a specific mold? What’s the best way to ‘make it work’ when reaching out to new people?