Posted on | September 23, 2009 | 2 Comments
so in my attempt to redeem myself and Harper from losing that crazy local baby contest by 2 votes, i’ve entered the monster in the Gap Casting Call contest. the winners will be chosen by actual judges, but they are also having a fan favorite, chosen by voters (this means you!). you do have to sign up, but the cool part is, you can vote every 24 hours! the leaders now have a few hundred votes, so we have a tiny bit of catching up to do, but i know i can count on you guys (no pressure).
so if you’d like, click here and vote for the nugget!
p.s. i’m not delusional, i know we most likely can’t win this – but wouldn’t it be cool if we did?
Posted on | August 22, 2009 | 10 Comments
so remember when Harper grabbed a leaf, stuffed it in her mouth, and promply choked on it? apparently, it really caused me some trauma (i should have known when that same night, i had a horrible nightmare about it, woke up in tears and was inconsolable by my poor, exhausted, confused husband). it really sucks that that happened right as H was starting to self feed herself puffs and mum-mums, because everytime she is eating said snacks, i sit *this close* to her face, watching her every bite, convinced she is again choking. yeah, you’re reading the blog of a crazy lady.
today we took a trip to the mall, and i swung by the baby section of Nordstrom and picked up Harper Sophie la Girafe. i let her hold the box with Sophie in it and when i gave it to the sales lady to ring up – total and complete loss of composure on my kid’s part. holy melt down. big aligator tears, quivering lip, silent cry – until the breath comes and then very un-silent…the works. the lady quickly handed the box back to Harper and she calmed down. phew. i let her hold it as i finished up, headed to the elevator and ordered at the bistro. i go to sit down at a table, pull the stroller up next to me and glance down at Harper. she has nommed a corner of the box off. in my blind panic, i don’t even look to see if she’s in trouble, i just instinctively stick my finger in her mouth and violently sweep the back of her throat. she screams. bloody. murder. i swoop her up and cuddle her. the piece of the cardboard falls off her shirt as i pick her up. i am insane. certifiable. get my room next to Busey lined up for me. good lord.
luckily she calmed down quickly, but i spent the rest of lunch contemplating my state of paranoia. had the whole leaf thing never happened, i don’t think i’d be half this crazy. and poor nugget has to pay the price – a mother toddling on the edge of insanity. fantastic. on a happier note, she lurves Sophie. and she had better, she’s one of the most overpriced toys she owns. but i’d let her snuggle a stack of 100 dollar bills if it made her happy (oh yeah, and if i had one to give her…).
she is also fully rejecting sippy cups. i’m not using the word rejecting lightly – like push it out of her mouth, throw it on the floor and look at me like i’m trying to kill her with a plastic drinking apparatus. this chick is addicted to her bottle. so when Harper is 32, drinking from a dr. browns bottle (her doing) and not eating anything but mashed bananas and sweet potatoes (my doing), you’d have heard it here first as to why.
Posted on | July 6, 2009 | 5 Comments
she’s doing it. she’s really, really doing it. faster than i can crouch down and pick up whatever it is she is getting to before i do. the baby-proofing aisle at babies r us is getting a visit from me real soon. le sigh.
we have a crawler.
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but in actuality…
it’s more like 7.
possibly even 51/2.
