Mama and baby
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Camping Trip Chapter 1
(I'm writing this for a class in school. its 99% true and 1% could very well be true, just not in this time frame)
I had planned to wake up early, pack, shower, and get my homework done before my baby, Zoey, work up in the morning so I can be on time for our camping trip. But, naturally, she wakes up 30 minutes after I do and doesn’t go back to sleep. I try everything: a clean bum, two bottles, a few cuddles. And nothing. She is wide awake trying her new trick of standing while holding onto the crib. So instead of working on my to do list, I bring her to bed with me. We cuddle some more, and she finally dozes of. Unfortunately, so do I. The next thing I know, the little princess is pulling my hair. She let me sleep in until ten in the morning. She never sleeps in that late. Naturally.
The morning is spent running around like a drugged fly. I decide to forgo the shower, an often occurrence in my life. Who has time for daily hygiene? Definitely not a full time student and worker with two children, one she birthed and the other her mother-in-law did.
My mother-in-law is taking Zoey for the weekend so my husband and I can go camping at the lake. We live two hours away, so the plan is to meet half way by 1 o’clock. That doesn’t leave much time. Somehow I get Zoey fed, dressed, and packed in time. I still have a billion things to do for myself, but at least she is all taken care of so I can drop her off in time.
Naturally, they aren’t on time. This is a reverse from normal. So I wait in the Chevron parking lot and just watch the people. A man in a polo shirt and plaid pants runs to catch the bus that is slowly driving around. I look at him closer. He has tattoos all over his legs, and is holding a brown stuffed animal. I think it is a dog, but he is too far away and I don’t have on my glasses to tell for sure. I wonder if he is giving it to his child? Isn’t that a twisted fate? He is late to go see his son or daughter and my in-laws are late taking mine away.
With that, I go sit in the back with her. As I open the back door, she gives me the biggest gummy grin. As I take her in I realize she is wet. That can mean a few things, and all of which I don’t want to deal with at this gas station. As I get closer my nose gives me a good idea of what I’m dealing with—major diaper blowout. Naturally. I unbuckle her from her car seat and get a better look at what I’m dealing with. My aunt calls dirty diapers, muddy diapers. Well, Zoey has a freaking mudslide on her back. I clumsily try to fish out a diaper and a change of clothes to go deal with this avalanche. This is a hard task one handed anyways. Now, add a wiggly baby I don’t want to get too close to me in the other hand. I can feel my pants settle a centimeter too low, yet I don’t have an extra arm to fix it. So here I am trying to magically shimmy my pants to the correct location, holding a smelly, dirty, now crying baby, and digging in my diaper bag I swear Marry Poppins made because I cannot find the diapers for the life of me. My phone is vibrating in my pocket, but I don’t even bother to worry about answering it. Instead, I just yell to my pocket. Not right now! I look like a crazy woman, for sure.
I eventually find her diaper and change of clothes and go in the store and take care of the issue. As I walk back out to my car, here comes the in-laws. Naturally, they get here 5 minutes too late to help the crazy woman screaming at her pocket. We make the exchange without a hitch.
I had planned to wake up early, pack, shower, and get my homework done before my baby, Zoey, work up in the morning so I can be on time for our camping trip. But, naturally, she wakes up 30 minutes after I do and doesn’t go back to sleep. I try everything: a clean bum, two bottles, a few cuddles. And nothing. She is wide awake trying her new trick of standing while holding onto the crib. So instead of working on my to do list, I bring her to bed with me. We cuddle some more, and she finally dozes of. Unfortunately, so do I. The next thing I know, the little princess is pulling my hair. She let me sleep in until ten in the morning. She never sleeps in that late. Naturally.
The morning is spent running around like a drugged fly. I decide to forgo the shower, an often occurrence in my life. Who has time for daily hygiene? Definitely not a full time student and worker with two children, one she birthed and the other her mother-in-law did.
My mother-in-law is taking Zoey for the weekend so my husband and I can go camping at the lake. We live two hours away, so the plan is to meet half way by 1 o’clock. That doesn’t leave much time. Somehow I get Zoey fed, dressed, and packed in time. I still have a billion things to do for myself, but at least she is all taken care of so I can drop her off in time.
Naturally, they aren’t on time. This is a reverse from normal. So I wait in the Chevron parking lot and just watch the people. A man in a polo shirt and plaid pants runs to catch the bus that is slowly driving around. I look at him closer. He has tattoos all over his legs, and is holding a brown stuffed animal. I think it is a dog, but he is too far away and I don’t have on my glasses to tell for sure. I wonder if he is giving it to his child? Isn’t that a twisted fate? He is late to go see his son or daughter and my in-laws are late taking mine away.
With that, I go sit in the back with her. As I open the back door, she gives me the biggest gummy grin. As I take her in I realize she is wet. That can mean a few things, and all of which I don’t want to deal with at this gas station. As I get closer my nose gives me a good idea of what I’m dealing with—major diaper blowout. Naturally. I unbuckle her from her car seat and get a better look at what I’m dealing with. My aunt calls dirty diapers, muddy diapers. Well, Zoey has a freaking mudslide on her back. I clumsily try to fish out a diaper and a change of clothes to go deal with this avalanche. This is a hard task one handed anyways. Now, add a wiggly baby I don’t want to get too close to me in the other hand. I can feel my pants settle a centimeter too low, yet I don’t have an extra arm to fix it. So here I am trying to magically shimmy my pants to the correct location, holding a smelly, dirty, now crying baby, and digging in my diaper bag I swear Marry Poppins made because I cannot find the diapers for the life of me. My phone is vibrating in my pocket, but I don’t even bother to worry about answering it. Instead, I just yell to my pocket. Not right now! I look like a crazy woman, for sure.
I eventually find her diaper and change of clothes and go in the store and take care of the issue. As I walk back out to my car, here comes the in-laws. Naturally, they get here 5 minutes too late to help the crazy woman screaming at her pocket. We make the exchange without a hitch.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
About Me
I have an uncontrollable need to constantly change my hair in someway. However, this has slowed down quite a bit since October 14, 2009, as that is when Lil Miss Attitude, AKA Zoey, was born.
Going through my pregnancy, I found myself thinking "Man, no one told me about this part!" And now, after said pregnancy, I find myself saying that even more. Moreover, I find myself going against what people have told me and going with mommyinstict. It has worked so far....
I'm a ballerina at heart, and try to dance with Zoey every day. I think that dancing builds character and dedication. I hope that Zoey finds something like that in her life as she grows up.
I used to have a clear idea on what I wanted this blog to be, but as with everything in my life, don't stick to a plan if it isn't working for you. And so here you go, another mommyblog full of rambling. But, that's what you came here for, so I guess you don't mind. :)
Make sure you check out my favorite post page on the side over there. -------> You might find something fun to read. :)
Any questions, email me at iwilldance4ever@hotmail.com
Going through my pregnancy, I found myself thinking "Man, no one told me about this part!" And now, after said pregnancy, I find myself saying that even more. Moreover, I find myself going against what people have told me and going with mommyinstict. It has worked so far....
Sweet Zo at 6 months
Just so its clear, I'm not a teenage mom, even though I look like it. Not that I have anything against teenage mothers, people just often times mistake me for being 14 even though I'm 8.5 years older than that. Its something I curse my mother for now, but will be ever so grateful when I'm 40 and finally look like I'm in my 20s.
My goal is to somehow become a stay at home mom. However, my husband and I would still be in the"poor college student living off Romin Noodles" group if we hadn't decided to get hitched and knocked up in the same year. So, living off one income at the time being isn't really possible, but who said I have to leave the home to make money?
My goal is to somehow become a stay at home mom. However, my husband and I would still be in the"poor college student living off Romin Noodles" group if we hadn't decided to get hitched and knocked up in the same year. So, living off one income at the time being isn't really possible, but who said I have to leave the home to make money?
I used to have a clear idea on what I wanted this blog to be, but as with everything in my life, don't stick to a plan if it isn't working for you. And so here you go, another mommyblog full of rambling. But, that's what you came here for, so I guess you don't mind. :)
Make sure you check out my favorite post page on the side over there. -------> You might find something fun to read. :)
Any questions, email me at iwilldance4ever@hotmail.com
dilemmas
Zo has been on a mommy fix lately. With EEEEEVVVVEEERRRYYYYY thing. I can't even put her down to wash my hands without her screaming for me. I try to give her to the hubby and she just squirms her way to try to get back to me. While I love the fact that I am the greatest person in the world to you, there are other great people that love you too, Zoey. I have this constant dilemma when I'm home alone: do I cuddle and play with Zoey all day and keep her happy, or do I leave and do the dishes, potty, laundry and let her cry and cry. I generally choose the first one, but then I get a husband who doesn't understand why dirty clothes are literally crawling out of our bedroom.
On another mommy/daughter note, Zoey has started to give kisses. However, basically every kiss involves her biting our lips. Those little teeth hurt!!! I don't know what to do. Do I tell her no, and then have her not give kisses anymore until she understands there is no teeth involved? Do I not do anything about her biting kisses of death? (Seriously, you should see how big her mouth gets when she is going in for the kill.... I mean kiss.) But, I'm afraid if I don't do anything that she will start biting at other times besides kisses. She already has started this, and I try to discipline her accordingly. And the random biting, and giving kisses started around the same time. So, it could be her random bitings are supposed to be kisses, and to her she is just doing what we have taught her. Can you see how this is a huge dilemma in my life?? Who knew parenting could be so hard. Ha ha ha ha
Advice of any kind is greatly appreciated! :)
On another mommy/daughter note, Zoey has started to give kisses. However, basically every kiss involves her biting our lips. Those little teeth hurt!!! I don't know what to do. Do I tell her no, and then have her not give kisses anymore until she understands there is no teeth involved? Do I not do anything about her biting kisses of death? (Seriously, you should see how big her mouth gets when she is going in for the kill.... I mean kiss.) But, I'm afraid if I don't do anything that she will start biting at other times besides kisses. She already has started this, and I try to discipline her accordingly. And the random biting, and giving kisses started around the same time. So, it could be her random bitings are supposed to be kisses, and to her she is just doing what we have taught her. Can you see how this is a huge dilemma in my life?? Who knew parenting could be so hard. Ha ha ha ha
Advice of any kind is greatly appreciated! :)
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Learning
My baby started throwing up last night. The nurse told me to go buy pedialite. So I ran to the store. They had three flavors, grape, orange, and unflavored which was a clear color. I went with grape because she loves her grape tylanol. Well, I give her an ounce when I get home. She seams to be handeling it ok laying down. I pick her up, and she nussles her ehad in my shoulder. Then it hit. There goes the grape. ALL over mama and baby. Its dripping down my legs. I'm sticky with purple puke. I now understand why they make the clear kind. It comes up clear. So in the moments when your child explodes all over you, you will at least not look like a slimy grape dripping from head to toe.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
kick start
I have to admit, I'm a sucker for mom blogs. I like to stick to the cute craft ones, or the funny ones. But every once in a while, I find a heartrenching one that I read and cry for hours with. I feel strange reading about someones agony on loosing a child. Where is the justice? It makes me want to be a stay at home mommy even more, so I don't have to miss precious time with Zoey. Now, I guess if you take our my time at school, I'm practically a stay at home mom since my hours at work are minimal. So, why don't I just continue on my plan I started a few months ago with this and make it work?
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Rolling with the Babster
Soo.... I'm not doing so good in this blog thing. Nor am I really doing much better in the being a frugal, coupon clipping mama thing. But this is me, I get great ideas, start them, but generally fail to complete them. I am learning, now, that that is ok. Every day is a blessing. I can't spend my life stressing about the little things, when I have this little thing called Zoey who is growing at warped speed. I also need to remember this when she is throwing a fit and not letting me put her diaper back on that this too will pass, and I'll want it back. Motherhood has been an amazing ride. Each day I learn a little more. One day I will be able to accomplish everything I want to, but until then I'll just spend the day rolling around on the floor with my baby.
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