Friday, June 22, 2012

My chubby man

As expected, Guppy first year is zipping by at lightening quick speed.  My teeny tiny tired newborn has transformed into a very wakeful and adventurous baby boy.  He is so cute and cuddly and perfect.  I could stare at him for hours (actually I do!).  I just love him to pieces.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Confession time

A few months ago, I decided that Guppy needed to learn to self-soothe.  For 9 days, I put him in his crib awake for naps.  He cried for nearly an hour twice a day for NINE DAYS.  It was making us all miserable, so I decided that perhaps he just wasn't ready to self-soothe.  We reverted back to our old habit of me nursing him to sleep and placing him in his swing.  That was in April.  It is now June, and I still haven't mustered the strength or courage to let him cry alone in his crib...

He is way too big for that darn swing.  It won't even push him anymore.  The motor chugs and chugs, but the seat and the baby remain motionless.  I know that I need to get him in his crib, but I just can't seem to make the transfer from arms to mattress without waking him.  So if I want him in his crib, I need to teach him how to self-soothe.  And I am just not ready yet.

Monday, June 18, 2012

How I became a minimalist

I managed to make Father's Day pretty miserable for John.  I was in a mood.  Ladies, you know what I am talking about.  I was PISSED OFF about EVERYTHING - neighbors having loud parties (complete with loud music and drunk idiots), my mother's refusal to call me back (apparently, she plans on avoiding me for the rest of my life), John's desire to spend half of Father's Day at his friend's house (I thought he might want to spend time with his kids.   I was wrong), and blah blah blah.  It was nothing really, but combined, these small problems turned me into a crazy woman.

After spending half of the day feeling like I could rip someone's head off, I decided to put my anger and frustration to good use.  I cleaned out my closet.  I had a million articles of clothing stuffed into that small space.  A MILLION.  I had tons of fancy shirts, slacks, and skirts from my pre-baby days.  I haven't put on any of those clothes in over 6 years.  I tossed 90% of them out.  My days are spent wearing jeans and tee shirts, so my closet should probably reflect that.

I don't know how I feel about this huge purge of clothing.  On one hand, it feels good to get rid of all the clutter.  On the other hand, it kind of feels like I just gave away my old identity.  But regardless of my identity crisis, my closet is clean and organized. 

My minivan loaded up with half of my worldly belongings...

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Fiddle Faddle

My hormones have decided to make me INSANE.  Last month I had a very light period.  This month my period was horrible.  HORRIBLE.  It just went on forever, and I have been so flipping moody. I swear, my kids have never been so annoying. Needless to say, I haven't been feeling like myself lately.

My mother and grandmother were supposed to come to NJ at the end of the month.  Last Saturday my mom called to tell me to buy their tickets (my mother is afraid to make any online purchases).  It was the day before Porgie's birthday party, and I was distracted with house cleaning and party planning.  I completely forgot to buy the tickets.  When I finally remembered on Monday, the tickets had increased by about $100.  When I reported back to my mom, she told me that she didn't have enough money to buy the tickets.  Now everyone is mad at me (but they won't admit it).  I am debating just giving her the $100 so that they will still come to visit.

We are nearing the end of dance class and I cannot wait to be done!  We did a Saturday class this year and it was a total pain in the ass.  We always had all these fun weekend plans that were constantly being disrupted by stupid dance class. 

All of my neighbors are dieing.  In the past year, three people have died on our block.  It is depressing and sad.

My friend's son has lyme disease.  Isn't that crazy?  According to his doctor, ticks are really bad this year because of our incredibly warm winter.  Now I am terrified about going outside.  Seriously, I worry about ticks every damn time the kids go outside to play.

Last night, Guppy slept through the night for the very first time.  Usually, I put him to sleep in his room at the beginning of the night.  After his first waking, I bring him into bed with me.  I went to bed at 10pm last night, and he was still sleeping in his room.  I didn't wake up again until 5:40am.  And I woke up in a panic.  My hands were frantically searching the bed for him, and then I realized that he was still in his room.  Then I panicked all over again, because my baby NEVER sleeps that long, so something must be wrong.  I was sure he had died of SIDS or had been kidnapped, but he was merely sleeping peacefully!  He woke up at 6:30 and nursed like it was going out of style.  I feel so refreshed!  Sleeping is the best!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

I have a six year old!

Isn't she lovely?  My big birthday girl.  I love her to pieces.

Monday, June 4, 2012

The Birthday cake...

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