Mama Thoughts

My little lady is 7 months old today. We've completed more than half of a year with this little lady and we've hit a groove.  Things are more or less settling in... we're figuring out naps, we're figuring out meals, night time routine is a set thing. Now... it's time for me. :) I've been all about her for a very long time.  It's time to make myself a little more of a priority.  I'm averaging a pedicure every 3.5 months, one workout a week, and pretty much no "me" time unless it's during a nap.  I'm going to kick it up a few notches. So here's a pledge (to myself).  3 minimum workouts a week.  1 pedicure every 3 weeks.  Small baby steps... but that's the only way we get anywhere these days.

Today started out weird.  Her two hour morning nap was one hour.  We ended up pushing her second nap by 20 minutes because I had a breakfast date.  She came home and napped, but woke up from her second nap at 12:30.  This is pretty early.  There's no way she can make it to her 6:30 bedtime from 12:30.  I tried to put her down at 2:45 after running a few errands. She screamed bloody murder.  I tried to calm her down, but even holding her wouldn't work.  I'm fairly certain my neighbor might think I beat my child.  As soon as I took her out into the light this little monster looked at me with a tear-streaked face and a look of victory.  I decided to take her for a walk.  We walked around the neighborhood for 30 minutes and no dice.  At this point it's already 4pm... and she's way past the point of no return.  It starts to rain.  I decide to go to plan C and drive around until she's asleep.  It takes a solid 25 mi...

In the past week we've taken a trip, had our little lady sleep in different places, carted out the Pack n' Play more often than ever and had her nap on the go a few times as our move is approaching.  If there's something I've learned during these few weeks it's that it's ok to do stuff with a baby.  Chances are that it'll all be fine.  I think the PTSD that's left over from the first few months is starting to wear off. The more chill we are the more chill she is and all is well.  She's a little older, a little wiser, and a little more chill.  Which makes us much more able to get things done. Moving will be quite the challenge.  We have 3 weeks to get things packed, do some renovations and move in... and our closing date and mortgage are all still in flux.  It's pretty much a done deal, but that "pretty much" part is what's worrying me a little.  Playing general contractor and having a baby at home is pretty interesting.  I had he...

Today my little lady and I hung out together just the two of us all day. I timed her naps perfectly.  She slept 1.5 hours in the am, and then 1.5 hours in the pm. We went for a walk.  We hung out in the living room and played and danced.  She ate some good strawberries from the farmer's market.  She laughed at my singing.  We ran an errand and took the L. She was pretty much sunshine and radiance all day long. She went down for the night at 6:30 without a peep. I'm sitting here while the husband has band practice, and I'm watching Top Chef and drinking a beer.  And I miss her.  How is this even possible?!  I love that little person.  More than I ever thought possible. Being a mom is pretty awesome.  And that's all I have to report.  

So! We made it.  We flew with our little person to San Francisco and lived to tell about it.  :)  She was actually a huge trooper on the way there and back, considering her extraverted tendencies and how she can't sleep when there are exciting people to interact with (I have no idea where she gets this from).   On the way to SFO we lucked out and had a seat in our row that was empty, which we stuck her carseat in and she promptly passed out after feeding for a solid two hours.  Then it was only two hours of lap play and walking up and down aisles entertaining her and the other passengers.  That was actually incredible.   We took BART to Glen Park and hiked up the "hill" (those are mountains dammit), to our place.  Me with the stroller and Yan with two suitcases and a backpack up a 45 degree incline.  Dear lord in heaven I forgot what SF feels like on the tuchus.  We didn't take that hike again, we Uber'd every time.  We're b...

Little lady has hated swaddling for quite some time.  She would get straight up ticked off when we swaddled her and we had to use a safety pin to keep her from kicking out.  That girl has chutzpah.  So... we decided it was time to quit the swaddle three days ago.  We walked with her that night for like 30 minutes and she was showing no signs of falling asleep... she was clearly tired but wasn't having it.  I decided it might be time to sleep train her and Yanik agreed (he always agrees... it's kind of amazing). We put her down in the crib and walked away.  She didn't like it and let us know by screaming her head off.  We went back in in 3 minutes and picked her up and calmed her down, then left again.  Then went back in in 5 minutes and repeated.  Then we left her for 10 minutes... and she was asleep by the end of that time period.  20 minutes.  She took 20 minutes to calm herself down.  Magic.  She slept until 3:00am f...