November 8, 2009 at 11:54 pm (Babies, Food, Motherhood, hairstyling)
I found one of Max’s boogers in my hair today. It was my first sighting of any kind of baby detritus in my hair and I was weirdly grossed out by it, considering that I have been pooped on.
Luckily, I found it before we went to dinner at our friends’ house. That could have been a real appetite killer. Well, maybe not, considering that we are all parents of young children.
November 3, 2009 at 11:49 pm (Animals, Cats, Food, skin care)
My cat Fort was a dumpster diver in his previous life. That’s the only way to account for his survival. He must have been a fair hunter, too. He survived fights with wild animals, rain, and freezing temperatures, not to mention another “owner” (I use that term very loosely.) who booted him out before we took him in. That explains why he attacks our food whenever our backs are turned. Doesn’t matter what it is. He ate my chocolate ice cream when I had my wisdom teeth out with as much enthusiasm as he licked my Lean Cuisine tray clean yesterday. However, none of that explains his fascination with beauty products. He eats soap, chases me around trying to rub against, bite, and lick my legs when I apply lotion, and he cornered me on the bed when I was applying aromatherapy oil the other night. You’d think he’d have more common sense after surviving on the streets alone, right? How did he survive when he thinks it’s okay to eat soap??
October 21, 2009 at 9:20 pm (Cats, Food)
Fort (aka Fudgie) attempting to eat a jalapeno cheddar hot dog. You cannot leave any food out around this cat. He used to be a dumpster diver. He likes everything.
September 30, 2009 at 11:01 pm (Chick-Fil-A, Food)
So, I decided to do something nice for my husband and myself. I stopped by Chick-Fil-A after yoga. I decided to splurge and get an original with fries. (I almost always get the grilled club with fruit on the side.) I pulled up and they had people standing outside to take drive-thru orders as they always do during lunch. I distinctly told the man “Two combo #1s with Diet Coke”. I instantly thought that I should have said “Diet Coke with each,” but it was too late by then.
Sure enough, I pulled up to the window and they only handed me one Diet Coke. I told them there should be another one. They duly handed me another Coke and I handed my card back to be charged again.
I should have known. I really should have known. I got home and I had two Diet Cokes, but only one sandwich and box of fries. WTF???? How stupid are they? First, they thought I only wanted one Diet Coke when a combo automatically comes with a drink (and I did say I wanted two combos). Then, they thought I wanted two Diet Cokes with one meal??? What kind of idiots are working at that Chick-Fil-A these days? (I know, I know. It was lunch, everyone makes mistakes. I’m still not happy. Can you blame me?)
September 22, 2009 at 11:52 pm (Babies, Breastfeeding, Cats, Food, Life, Motherhood)
1. Tried to eat some Smart Ones fettucine alfredo too fast (in order to finish before the baby’s next feeding) and flipped the fork out of my hand, hitting CC in the leg.
2. Knocked over a bottle of breast milk and spilled it all over the floor and a tote bag.
3. Stepped on Earl Grey’s paw.
What will happen next? More specifically, what will happen to Fudgie? He’s the only cat I haven’t managed to inadvertently injure this week. (Actually, they’re fine, thank goodness.)
September 3, 2009 at 4:04 am (Animals, Cats, Food, Relationships)
I found out today that my husband actually had some doubt as to whether I would eat food with cat snot on it. He seemed to think I might, if I was hungry enough. Just to set the record straight, I have never been THAT hungry. Now I wonder what kind of man I married, since he was apparently willing to marry someone he thought could maybe, possibly, eat cat snot.
August 31, 2009 at 3:47 am (Babies, Food, Motherhood, Sleep, hairstyling)
I burnt my shoulder with the hairdryer. Ouch. I don’t know how people stand it who get burns over large portions of their bodies when even a little one smarts so much. I guess they stand it because they have to. My first post-baby alcoholic drink can’t come soon enough. For now, I will settle for ice cream with chocolate sauce.
August 24, 2009 at 4:22 am (Babies, Breastfeeding, Food)
I feel like a heel when my son has already been eating for an hour, wants more (or maybe just wants to stay at the breast for comfort), and I have to take a break to go to the bathroom or stretch my legs or just because I’m tired of having someone suck milk out of me. I know these feelings are normal, but that certainly doesn’t make them any more pleasant. Or make me any less worried that my son is learning he can’t trust his mommy to be there for him whenever and however long he needs her.
August 20, 2009 at 2:41 am (Babies, Food, Life, Sleep)
A combination of baby love, which renders me unwilling and unable to think about much besides my baby boy and how crazy I am about him, and extreme fatigue, are making it impossible for me to think of anything to write about. Except for the fact that I can’t think of anything. Hopefully, I will get more sleep tonight and come at you with something more scintillating tomorrow. However, the delirium from being barely able to keep my eyes open is actually somewhat pleasant. Maybe I want to keep it.
It’s amazing how, no matter how tired I am, if I am at all worried about my little one, I can’t seem to go to sleep. That has been the problem the past few nights. He has hit a growth spurt and, consequently, changed his schedule on me. The past few nights, he has eaten at about 9:30 and then not woken up for 4 or 5 hours. My husband and I are still night owls, so we often stay up until the usual three-hour gap between feedings has elapsed at 12:30. However, he has skipped that feeding the past two nights. We would try to go to bed once we realized he was going to skip it, but I would be too keyed up, worrying that I should get up and feed him, because (and here’s the kicker) he would wake up, but not want to eat. He would take the pacifier, but kept spitting it out. I ask you, what kind of newborn wakes up at night and doesn’t want to eat??? And then plays fetch with his poor, tired, addle-brained parents??? (If you’re wondering how I was managing to even try and sleep, my wonderful husband was the one fetching the pacifier over and over.)
Essentially, we have missed out on a good 5 or 6 hours of consecutive sleep the past few nights. If you have ever been a new parent, especially a breast-feeding mom, you know how precious that is. I am going to try and out-smart him tonight by going to bed as soon after the 9:30 feeding as possible. I have a feeling I may have met my match, though. We’ll see.
July 22, 2009 at 5:00 am (Babies, Food, Life, Pregnancy)
It was really fun to tell the server at Chili’s tonight that I’m five days overdue. Her eyes got so big! I’m going to tell as many people as possible until the baby comes. In fact, I might get a T-shirt made or a sign to hang around my neck. This is unexpectedly awesome.
