- sick. again. she had way less sinus infections when she smoked a pack a day.
- cd12. negative opk. twingy in the right twingy places. soon.
- the proud parent to a child who can sing (only intelligibly to her mothers) “twinkle twinkle little star”, but only the first bar. and it sounds more like “kle kle kle kle *mumble* tar”.
- so happy to have met the rajen fambly this weekend. photos are forthcoming.
- not sure when she’ll find the time to upload many photos from her camera.
- ready to breathe through her nose again.
- so over the flavor of menthol.
- flu negative, according to the swab and blood tests she had yesterday.
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so far, healthy me.
too many snacks.
not enough meals.
getting to see my child for an average of 1 hour per day.
the sum: sorely neglected blog.
oh, but: haircut!
[smiles now imported from china.]
the other morning, h and i were snuggling in bed, all intertwined limbs and post lovin’ smiles, when the weirdest thing happened. we heard a *scritch scritch scritch* on our (upstairs) bedroom window, and glanced over in time to see two sparrows perched precariously on the screen, copulating.
their brazen lewd act only lasted a moment (poor girl bird), but they both stared right at us as they were going at it.
“holy hell, are our pheromones that strong?” h said.
“it’s a sign!” i said
“you’re gonna blog this, right?” she said.
“oh yes,” i said.
i just spent my lunch hour at the work gym. and now i’m a little thirsty and bit lightheaded.
i’m publicly committing myself to the reclamation of my body. thanks for bearing witness.
you may remember that i ended up about 25 lbs lighter than my pre-pregnant weight after i gave birth to jude. i maintained that weight until a couple months ago, when a few big changes happened:
1. i stopped breastfeeding, except for night and morning sleepy feeds. i stopped pumping too.
2. i started working a shift that had me eating dinner at 11ish every night.
3. i rediscovered my passion for good beer.
so i’ve gained about 10 lbs, according to the very truthful scale at the gym. i even weighed myself all nekkedlike.
i don’t have the time or energy to dream up some big fitness plan, unless i’d like to doom myself to failure. as a working mom, i’m learning to jump on whatever free time slips into my day.
i used to pump for 30 minutes of every lunch hour. now i’m going to use that time to at least work up a sweat on the elliptical.
as my toddler daughter is teaching me, baby steps.
hott ladies, how do you maintain a fitness plan? i wanna know.
here is a screenshot of my chat with h just now.
[jude loves oranges.]
[i am at work.]
i’m taking an advantage of a lunch break to catch up a little here. anyone still out there?
here’s some big, milestone news: jude is full on walking now, across rooms, and back again. more scarily, she is also walking in the tub. however, she is not yet walking in her fancy new sneakers. the ones that are a size 6w and for which we paid $30 at stride rite. she sure does like kissing them, though.
here’s some frustrating news: she has discovered the tantrum. i never knew such high pitched, hyena wails could burst forth from my mellow, alto-ranged daughter. but alas, they do. and increasingly more often, especially at bed time. i know that there is a lot going on in her body: she’s walking, she’s got new teeth, language is developing, and nevermind the fact that she is still growing. still bigger than all the other babies. she stands tall in her 4t clothing and screams.
along with the screaming (which can still be assuaged with nursing, humming, rocking, etc) she has also begun to smack her mothers in the face. mostly, she does it when she is overtired, or trying to keep herself awake (or when she is doing the screaming thing), and i’m not quite sure what to do to curb the behavior.
a common scenario looks a little like this:
jude is nursing happily. she stops for a moment and inspects my nipple (like you do). she squeezes with her deathly pincer grip and i
yelp say something like, “don’t do that. that hurts mommy.” then she gives this mischievous grin, and smacks me in the face. i then do one of the following:
a. take her hand away without saying anything
b. in a calm, assertive (pack leader) voice, i say, “no, that hurts mommy.”
c. put her down, and change the scene altogether.
a. and b. always result in jude immediately smacking me again, or trying to gouge my eyes out, as she lets out an exasperated, “ack!” the cycle will continue indefinitely until we move on to option c., which usually works, but doesn’t really resolve the behavior.
so, mamas (and babas and papas), how do you handle discipline and the not-quite-one-year-old?
your thoughts are very welcome.
ok, lest you think my child has turned into a little demon, here are some snaps i have finally uploaded from my camera, only a month after they were taken.
i’m still here, still living the dream. only the dream has become remarkably busy recently. i have changed job roles (temporarily, but with hopes for permanency), and my days are a whir of numbers and reports and various applications with similar acronyms. lately, i come home, put the judelet to bed, and shut off my brain altogether.
so here are a few bullet points:
- jude is about five seconds away from walking.
- she now says “bye”, with clear articulation.
- she slept 11 hours straight last night.
- i hope she is not waking up right now.
in other news, my sex drive has returned. cue the swell of operatic soprano.
well, it is pushing 9:30 and my special lady friend is now lying beside me in bed
[correction: it is now 10:15, and old neighbors just stopped by unannounced. my special lady friend is now asleep. le sigh anyway, here, have a picture of that adorable child o mine.]