Compliment? January 25, 2007

hairline

Originally uploaded by Ctale.

I went to Target yesterday and as I was browsing the baby section a very “loud” woman came over to admire Miss S. After asking how old she was her next comment was “What a great hairline.”

Um….is that a compliment? Whatever happened to just saying “she’s beautiful”? Miss S definitely has her Dad’s widow’s peak, but it just struck me as an odd thing to comment on. I wish I had replied back with something a little better than “thanks”. Maybe something like “And what a great shade of grey your hair is”…something like that…

Moving on January 24, 2007

My ex moved to California this week. He got a job offer for a two year stint that offered more money then what he was currently making and, naturally, living in California added to the pot. When he told me he was thinking of taking the job I wholeheartedly agreed and the best thing about that was…I actually meant it.  With my past ex’s there has always been some last little bit of emotion in me where I really didn’t want to see them move on or be happier, ya know? You kind of want them to stay a little bit stuck in life still pining for you. But with this ex, I really really want to see him happy and in a better place. I did love him during our relationship, but we just did not work together. He was damaged - I was a little bit damaged - it just didn’t work. He called this past weekend at midnight leaving a voicemail that started off with “I know this is an inappropriate time to call”. He hit the road to drive cross country on Monday, and though he knows I never pick up the phone after 9pm, he still had one last drunk phone call left in him. I haven’t talked to him since he left, but I know when I do I’ll be even happier to hear (hopefully) that he loves where he is living. I know when you move you don’t leave your problems behind - they always somehow get packed away with all the rest of your junk and move with you, but at least in my ex’s case he’ll be leaving behind all of his friends who have done nothing but encourage him to continue down his road of self-destruction. His social life always involved drinking in some shitty bar, watching at least one of his friends pick up women convienently forgetting they had left a wife at home. I’m hoping that with this move, though he may not face his emotional problems, he can at least get some sunshine on his face and meet some people who don’t think the only way to have a good time involves alcohol and secret sex.

I’m happy for him and I’m happy for me. Happy he finally is moving on to start a new life and happy that I moved on. Look what I have to show for it…A fabulous man and beautiful daughter.

Dunstan baby language January 16, 2007

My friend lent me this DVD - Dunstan Baby Language - god how I wished I watched this before Miss S was born…it’s amazing. In just one day and one viewing of the dvd, I now know what my daughter is saying. For all mothers of newborns - watch it!!

You know you’re a mom when… January 16, 2007

…your baby blows out her diaper and sleeper in the middle of the night while you are feeding her in bed…and some gets on the bed…and you go back to sleep in it without a second thought.

Screw the planet January 12, 2007

I tired…I really did! In an attempt to be a little more eco-friendly D and started using G Diapers suplimented with good ol’ disposable diapers. I love the idea of the G Diaper - just flush it! Yes! It’s the perfect solution to less poopy diapers in landfills AND less bundles of poop hanging around the house. So last night I went to change my third G diaper on Miss S. According to the instructions you just rip it up - empty the contents in the toilet, give it a stir with the handy swizzle stick they include and just flush away. In my rush to get rid of the dieaper and myself to bed, I dumped it in the toilet and flushed with only half a swizzle stir when I should have done a full rotation. A flooded bathroom later, which then leaked through the floor and flooded the kitchen, which then leaked down to the basement, leaving behind these little jelly like clumps all over the kitchen (this is apparently what happens to the g diaper filling once wet)….so after all this I say “screw the planet”!

(yes i know this was just a user-error, but it still freakin sucks - I’m scared to use them now)

Smile January 12, 2007

Smile

Originally uploaded by Ctale.

I had to post this…can she be any cuter? I really don’t think so!

Rocking January 8, 2007

Since having Miss S I have noticed that I spend alot of time rocking her in my arms. Sometimes I am walking around the house rocking her from side to side trying to soothe her or I’m in a rocking chair with her nestled against my breast - rocking, rocking rocking.

A couple of days ago I found myself rocking from side to side without even holding her - it’s just second nature now I guess - the rocking. So there I was rocking rocking rocking back and forth back and forth…while sitting on the toilet.

smile January 4, 2007

I couldn’t write about this in the post below about my boobs cause it just wouldn’t be right…but….Miss S smiled and gurgled at me this morning. It seems early for her to be smiling so much, but she was a grinning fool this morning! It completely made up for the 5 hours she cried and fussed last night with bad gas and general fussiness. It doesn’t, however, make up for the fact that her Mommy, 4 weeks later, still has to wear a maxi-pad feeling diapered herself….wait that’s worse than the boob stuff in the last post. Oh well. I tried.

 (in reality - this child could poop and puke on me all day long and I could poop and puke and bleed on myself all day long for the rest of our lives and she will still always be the best thing to ever ever ever happen to me)

Check out these jugs… January 4, 2007

I walk around the house with my boobs haning out of my nurning camisole everyday…with no concern of the men working on the roof next door a mere 15 feet away. Sometimes I  just can’t get the top fastened right away once Miss S stops nursing and needs her diaper changed. Sometimes I just have to let the boobs just hang out. And sometimes the roofers jsut get a free show. It happens.