my kid has an intelligent conversation…with the wall.

Posted on | January 30, 2009 | 3 Comments

Harvard, here she comes.

almost 3 months.

Posted on | January 29, 2009 | 2 Comments

my little nugget! how can this be? last week we had to make the switch from newborn diapers to size 1, and i nearly cried. some of her onesies that she was swimming in at first are now near impossible to snap at the crotch. last night my mom was playing with her on her lap and Harper was pushing off with her feet into a standing position and squealing with delight at how fun it was. she actually recognizes Scot and I, which i seriously love.

my mom and i went to dinner last night and took the H monster. she literally sat in her carseat and smiled at me the whole time. i’d glance over in between bites and she would be just grinning at me. words cannot describe how mushy this made me inside! like a muffin basket full of kittens. i could have barfed a rainbow right then and there.

i get a little sad about her getting bigger and older, but it’s amazing to see her learn and grow. in the early days i’d go to change her diaper in the middle of the night and she would SCREAM bloody murder, her little chicken legs flailing, her face turning so red that no noise would even come out. she hated being cold and exposed – let’s face it, she wanted back in. but now, in the middle of the night when i change her diaper (through very blurry eyes), i can’t even get through it with out her giving a huge grin and patting my arm. i try to avert my eyes and get the job done so she wont get into play mode when it’s 2am – but sometimes i just crack up when i see her flirting with me out of the corner of my eye. this tiny human has changed me.

speaking of diapers, this mama is not at all looking forward to solid foods. my kiddos poo already could kill a horse (i actually gagged yesterday) and all i hear is how nasty it gets when solids are introduced. super. yesterday i was changing her poopy diaper and opened the wipe warmer to find it empty. crap. i turn to the closet to grab a new pack, totally disgusted that i had to put her bum down for a second, only to turn back around to a fountain of pee going to town. fantastic. outfit, changing pad cover and baby legs go in the washer and little miss H gets a full on wipe down. ah, motherhood. picture from right after the carnage.

shhh, do you hear that?

Posted on | January 28, 2009 | 3 Comments

it’s peace and QUIET! Scot took Harper to his moms for the day and holy cow did i sleep in. well, with the exception of packing a bag for Bobbi’s house and kissing my little munchkin goodbye this morning. i am NOT ashamed to tell you I have just recently made my way out of bed for the first time. new mamas out there can relate – you will never be caught up on sleep. it’s just a new way of life – being tired most days, finding a great concealer for your under eyes (ladies, this is a miracle worker), and downing the coffee. it’s taken me 3 months to adjust to this new lifestyle of not sleeping (and when i say “adjusted”, i mean there are still mornings where i whine and even get teary eyed because i do not want to get up). the lack of night-night time has been the hardest part of this whole baby thing. they warn you when the baby is still in your belly, “get your sleep now!”(easy for them to say, they don’t have a ninja-watermelon using their bladder for a trampoline), but you really have NO grasp on how little sleep it will be until the little bundle arrives.

anywho! i am a sore-muscle trainwreck today. my biggest loser dvd is kicking my bum (again, NOT ashamed – those people lost hundreds of pounds! you better believe i’m going to try their workout). it’s going to take some serious motivation, like a glance at my postpartum belly in the mirror, to put that dvd in today. you know, my cocoa butter didn’t let me down, i escaped pregnancy sans stretchmarks (booyah! not a one!), but the skin still stretched…and i sincerely hope it plans on returning to it’s previous state. i know, i know, wishful thinking. but dang – postpartum tummies are weird, yo. still waiting for that annoying line from my belly button down to make it’s departure…and i’m not gonna lie, each day it’s still there, i get more and more panicky that it may never leave! anyone have any insight on when those ugly things fade away?

well fine folks, i am gonna head downstairs and make myself some yummy food and talk myself into working out. for your enjoyment, a precious picture my mama-in-law posted on facebook earlier today (you think she loves her granddaughter or what? )

jon minus 9.

Posted on | January 27, 2009 | 3 Comments

i heart jon & kate plus 8. but i swear, the longer the show goes on, the more of a bitch kate is to jon. look, i understand that having EIGHT kids running around is probably more stress than i could ever imagine. however – your husband is not one of your kids. if i ever talked down to Scot like that, i would feel horrible. true, there have been times lately where i’ll go to say something to him and it will come out in Harper-talk accidentally (“does that taste good? nom nom nom!”), but last nights episode, she literally treated him like a child. it’s hard to watch. like you can see his masculinity diminish right before your eyes! poor guy.