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XM, Hives and The Tinman

Posted by parsingtime on September 30, 2010

Well the sleeping all night thing only lasted one night. N is toying with my fragile emotions. I can’t really complain given that she goes to sleep around 7 and gets up to eat again between 4am and 5am and then goes back to sleep for a few hours. I’m definitely lucky that my kid takes after my Husband and really considers night-time sleep an Olympic Sport.  I suppose if I really wanted to get a good chunk of sleep I really ought to go to bed at 7 when she does. Ha.

Speaking of Husband, he is an affable friendly kind of guy. He makes silly jokes and doesn’t mind doing ridiculous things because he has no shame. Everyone at work thinks the same thing until recently when he had to negotiate something and then Business Husband came out. I think everyone was shocked that the ruddy cheeked guy who looks like he is 20 came out to negotiations as ruthless and hardcore! He now has a new nickname at work. The Tinman.

Because he has no heart. Hahaha. I love it.

Do you remember my hives? They’re back. And it sucks as much as you think it would to be constantly itchy.

N and I have been taking lots of long walks this week because Houston finally cooled down somewhat. Oh we are still in the 90s in the afternoons but at least it isn’t 100! Anyway, I haven’t been able to convince any of my other mommy friends to come out with me to go walking until I promised to show them the secret Sno Cone shack that crosses our path. And you don’t even have to feel too guilty about the sugary ice because they fresh flavors like blueberry pomegranate!  Now everyone wants to come out walking with me (I make them go 4 miles before we stop) especially if we are stopping by the Sno Cone shack. Also, N is getting heavy and while I love taking her out in Bjorn when we walk (it is like walking with a 14lb medicine ball strapped to your chest) I am glad that our Bob is put together. We are going to start running together next week (I’m getting the car seat adapter for it….safe for baby and mommy gets to run. So excited!).

How much do I love the free XM I’m getting in my car right now? A lot. I’m not willing to pay for it but I really do love the music channels they have. I’m discovering all sorts of new artists!

From last night:

Can you believe we have a kid and we haven’t seriously damaged her yet?

Not really, it still seems surreal.


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Posted by parsingtime on September 29, 2010

The kid slept from 6:15pm to 6:00am this morning.

I feel like I’ve won the lottery.

This is especially welcome given that when Husband came home Monday night I told him I was ready to ship her off to Siberia via Fed Ex Ground.

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Posted by parsingtime on September 27, 2010

You know I know how we can torture Al Qaeda prisoners.

Oh? What?

Instead of waterboarding we’ll just put one of N’s poopy diapers under their nose until they cave.

That would totally work.

*Note to say that since we had to move to the ready made liquid similac things have gotten decidedly smellier.

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Posted by parsingtime on September 26, 2010

Last week N was gassy and fussy during her feedings.  I thought it was a phase or a growth spurt or something else unexplainable because sometimes babies are hard to figure out.

This week I found out that the formula I use to supplement my poor breast milk supply was tainted with beetle larvae.

I feel a little guilty because N is generally pretty easy going and several times last week I found myself getting frustrated with her crankiness for seemingly no reason.

There was a reason, I just didn’t know it at the time.

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Pack Rat Part II

Posted by parsingtime on September 22, 2010

Husband asked me  to go buy him a new coffee maker because his was broken. He has one of those Keurig machines that make one cup at a time because he is the only one who drinks coffee. This particular machine has made it through the Boston to Charlotte to Houston moves so it was bound to break down at some point. Or so I thought.

I go buy the new coffee maker and bring it home.  He starts taking apart the old coffee maker and putting it in the sink. I ask why it is going in the sink. He says so it can get a good clean. Why would it need a good clean, I ask.  So that I can put it in storage, he says.

And that’s when I lose it (figuratively, I didn’t yell or anything). WHY ON EARTH would we put a broken coffee pot in storage?  I told him that if the old coffee maker works well enough for storage than he could continue to use it and I would return the new one.

He conceded to selling the old coffee maker on craigslist because it still works most of the time.

What I want to know is if it is good enough to sell or put in storage why did we need a new one?

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Only the Second Car I’ve Owned

Posted by parsingtime on September 21, 2010

We bought a new car. It is for N and any future children, though I get to enjoy it. I’ve gone from a Nissan Sentra which I drove from 16 to 30 to a much nicer vehicle.

It looks like this:

And the feature I love this most? The trunk opens and closes by itself. Like magic (or like technology, whatever). When one has a stroller, a baby, a car seat and three bags of groceries the trunk opening by itself feels like magic. Random aside to say, ohmygod, I sound like a cheesy housewife-y suburban mom. When did I become this person? How did I become this person? See photos in any of the posts below. That’s when I morphed from a sort of cool sometimes if you squint just right person to a definitely not cool gets excited about power lift gate person.

It also has cool features like voice activated bluetooth and knows whether it is Husband or I driving the car and switches the seat and steering wheel settings automatically. Oh! And it has a camera that switches on in the rear view mirror when you are in reverse.  It’s fancy. Though after the Sentra anything is fancy.

It has been surprising to me the kind of questions some people feel like it is okay to ask. Like whether Husband’s Dad bought this car for us. No.  Neither did my parents for that matter. Whether this was an anniversary or a push present. No.  How much did we pay for it. Uh, really? If you really want to be nosy about how much people pay for things like a car or house you can certainly look it up without having to resort to asking the person directly. Be snoopy on the internet. It is far more polite.

Anyway, after 8 months of borrowing my parents extra car, we finally have a new family ‘mobile. It’s just too bad that one day the new car smell will be replaced with eau de rancid milk and cheerios.

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I Might Throw Up Myself

Posted by parsingtime on September 20, 2010

The kid just threw up on my shoulder, rubbed her face in it and then while I looked for something to wipe the mess up started to lick it.

Babies are barbarians.

Barbarian? Who me?

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Posted by parsingtime on September 17, 2010

Guess how old these legs are?

Just guess.

57. This is proof that my mom is trendier and cooler than me by a mile.

Probably you too.

Also, my ob visit went well yesterday…cleared for all activities, stitches are all healed and I’ve lost 8 of the 15 pounds I need to lose to be back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Woo.

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Wonder Where She Gets It From

Posted by parsingtime on September 16, 2010

N has decided to boycott tummy time and refuses to lift her head.  She literally will ignore my words of encouragement, stick her whole hand in her mouth and suck on it until there is a pool of saliva around her deep enough for an Olympic high dive.

Every. Single. Time.

It’s like she would rather drown than lift her head, but she’ll be darned if she is going to waste good crying energy on something so mundane as tummy time.

If only I could blame the stubbornness gene on Husband.

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My Parents the Grandparents

Posted by parsingtime on September 15, 2010

My parents are sort of hilarious. They got home from Europe on Saturday and I went to pick them up from the airport. I got brief hugs from them both before they BOTH sat in the back seat and made faces and cooing noises at their only grandchild. Seriously, I chauffeured them home while they asked to hear every detail in minutiae regarding N’s past two weeks. Oh and they really enjoyed the Salvador Dali museum in his home town, he’s a genius but who cares about that, how long did N cry after her shots?  She wouldn’t have cried if her Nana was there.

Uh sure.

Anyway, then I hear my Dad in the back seat saying that he loves N more than anything in the world and I ask what about me and my sister and he responds, “it’s just different.”  We have clearly moved down in the totem pole and that was made extremely clear when the gifts came out. Purse for me. Bottle of Port for Husband and clothes,  puzzles and hats for N.  Not only clothes, but hand embroidered organic clothing.  My mom told me she picked up this particular hand embroidered organic top and my dad was all, 17 euros for that small thing (thinking it was for one of their little nieces since it was made for a one year old)? And she said it was for N and he said Pay however much you want.

It is not surprising that my dad is gaga over N because he loves babies in general but my mom is known as Adolf Hitler in my world for her strict upbringing of my sister and I. Who knew she would be such a sucker.

Grandparents. I hope N loves hers as much as I love mine.  I have no doubt she will, if only for all the candy, presents and attention.

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