Monday, July 30, 2012

A New Era

Everyday I reminded that Nora is more like a toddler than a baby. A delightful new development occurred this morning and I have provided a long-winded description below. You are welcome.

First, some background. Nora is neither a great nor a terrible sleeper. Even as a newborn she slept pretty well, sleeping in 3-4 hour blocks from the beginning. At worst we were only up twice a night. Eventually she went down to once a night, and she never really required much to back to bed. A little comforting, and when she was younger, a mini nursing session and she was back to sleep. 10 minutes at max. Plus she sleeps in all environments - loud, silent, lots of activity, by her self, on the floor, in a crib, in a car... once even during a parade! So we figure in many ways we got off easy.

But she still gets up once most night. We attribute this to her struggle with night terrors and an inability to fall asleep in between cycles  (some nights it's less than 30 seconds before she is back asleep, so she's not really fully awake). Crying it out doesn't help because it causes her to get hysterical and wake herself up more. We know that we have to work on it eventually but we are lazy  for now our solution is to deal with it, by either rocking her back to sleep or bringing her back in the bed with us. This is a large part of the reason why we co-slept so long with her in the first place. For the past few months she has slept at least the first part of the night in her crib (most nights, anyway).

Background part two: about a month ago, Nora figured out how to get off of the bed or the couch (or down stairs). I was very impressed when she first did it, because we certainly didn't teach her, and she only fell once or twice before she realized she needed a new strategy. She gets toward the edge, then spins around on her stomach and lowers her legs down until she touches the ground.

Maybe you see where this is going...

Last night she had a rough time sleeping, so I brought her to our bed at 11pm or so. She slept okay until about 6 this morning - totally normal. Spidy-sense ensures that as soon as she is awake, I'm at least half-conscious. Usually she sits up in bed and pokes/kicks me/Rob until we get up to play with her. This morning she woke up, took one look at us still (half) sleeping, and booked it to the edge of the bed. Rob and I looked at each other and I whispered that we should pretend to sleep, to see what she does.

I'll tell you what she did. She got to the edge of the bed, got off the bed, then sped-crawled down the hall towards the kitchen, without a second glance at us. And you could tell that she was annoyed when Rob scooped her and brought her back to bed.

Guys, it is the start to a new and terrifying era in our household.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

I scream, You scream, We all scream...

I'm not good at keeping this blog up. I'm not even going to pretend like that will ever change. Anyway... my baby will be 1! in 6 weeks. Bittersweet. That means party planning time. I probably haven't mentioned it before, but I hate parties. I love planning them but having them gives me anxiety. It's probably due to the fact that we have no friends. Seriously. Okay, we have a few friends, but not really enough to have parties with. So there is that. And I hate going to them because I always feel awkward. Even at my own parties.

But being a fairly creative and crafty person, I really do enjoy the planning part of things. So I have been focusing on that instead of the fact that in a few short weeks, my little girl will officially be more toddler than baby. We're not really looking to do anything over the top, but we do have a cute theme and some good ideas floating around (hint: look at the title of this post). More details when my invites are done and mailed out.

I'll leave you with this picture of Nora. She was making a silly face for the camera.


Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The End is Near

On my way to work this morning I realized I had forgotten my coffee. The iced coffee that I specifically went out of my way to make. I was too lazy to open the milk that had been delivered this morning and way too lazy to reach in the back for the already open milk, so I had splashed my coffee with heavy cream. Oh yes I did. And I accidentally grabbed the full sugar caramel syrup instead of the the sugar free almond that I usually use. Some might say that forgetting it was the universe was telling me that I didn't need that basically melted ice cream coffee, but I would like to think it was the universe telling me I didn't need to get to work early.

Anyway, while at a stoplight debating if I should go back for the coffee I realized that I also forgot my pump. That sealed the deal, and back to my house I went. The coffee was good, in case you were wondering.

But really what I want to talk about is the damn pump. Or rather, the end of the damn pump. That's right, we have been green-lighted to wean Nora to whole milk at 11 months. Which, (sob), is in 3 weeks. I've opted to wean at 11 months rather than 12 because it will be easier for our upcoming trip (alone overnight trips!), but also because I'm ready, and it seems pointless to wean her to formula only for a month or two.

I loved breastfeeding. It totally worked well for us. It was one of the things I really looked forward to while pregnant and I am so proud of myself for surpassing my initial goal of 6 months. However, I never mastered the art of nursing in public (family doesn't count), so we brought bottles with us everywhere anyway. That meant a lot time hooked up to a pump, on top of my 2-3 daily sessions at work.

So in 3 weeks, I will pump no longer. I plan on a gradual weaning, and will still night/comfort nurse for a while yet. Part of me will miss it, but I never saw extended nursing as something that would work for our family and I think it is time to move on to the next phase of parenthood. It is shocking how fast this past year has gone. My baby is more like a toddler everyday and while I love all the new things that are coming our way, it's bittersweet. Nora will never ever be that small, helpless, meowing newborn every again, and weaning her is a huge reminder of just how quickly she is growing up.

So, in summary, I loved breast feeding, am super proud of myself for making it 11 months as a working mom, will miss it a little, but am pretty excited about leaving the pump bag at home forever and ever (until the next baby).

Edit:
No sooner had I wrote this than I discovered that I have a plugged duct today. I've only had one once before and it was resolved quickly, but really? Is this to show me that it's not so simple as saying "I'm done!" ? Damn it.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Monday on a Thursday

I hate holidays that fall in the middle of the work week. It's so disruptive. It doesn't help that I work an "alternative work schedule" meaning I pack all of my hours into M-Th, with Fridays off. My manager has a policy that we lose our AWS day off on weeks with holidays. So it's not really a holiday week for me at all - just a different day off rather than an extra one. Lame. But I don't press the issue considering I would rather deal with this than lose the ability to have every Friday off... picking my battles, I guess. But Mondays are hard for me - leaving my baby after 3 days together sucks, no matter how you look at it. And a Monday on a Thursday is just torture. I cried this morning (so did Nora, but that is because I suck and accidentally pinched her with her dumb binky leash thing).

Not to mention that this year 4th of July was really lackluster. Anyone who watched the news in the past month is aware that basically the entire state of Colorado was on fire in June, prompting a statewide fire/fireworks ban. Most of the cities cancelled their firework shows out of either respect or common sense, which I totally agree with. But it still makes for a quiet 4th.

Despite all that, our 4th was decent. It happens to be my husband's birthday, so we did a little celebrating this week. Sunday we had a BBQ at my parent's house; Tuesday night we went out with our bestie, Kyle; Yesterday we went to my in-laws for the day.


Rob's birthday gifts. Nora got him Endless Summer II and Czara got him a little waterproof camera!

Us, at a dive bar. It's been a while since we could go to a place like that.


Us, on our way for the night. Not the best picture, but better than no picture!
  We had a great time at the community pool where my in-laws live. Nora is a little water baby. We've taken her to the pool a few times, and she can't get enough. We support while gliding her through the water and she kicks and splashes like she knows what she is doing. The look on her face while "swimming" is pure, unabashed joy. Pictures coming eventually.


Water baby, at the pool near our house a few weeks ago
 Growing up in California I spent my entire summers in my grandparent's pool, so knowing that my daughter loves swimming as much as I do makes me so happy. I can't wait until August when we go visit my family in California - we will be staying at my grandma's house so she will get plenty of pool action!

And in case anyone is wondering what I got Rob, I signed us up for some surfing lessons in Santa Cruz! We've both always wanted to learn but neither of us has ever been, so it will be cool to learn together. I'm sure Rob, who skates and snowboards, will be much better than me, but I have already accepted that. We will get to Santa Cruz on our 4th wedding anniversary (8/8/12), so it will be a fun few days that kicks off our vacation. We have tons of other fun things planned, but I better stop talking about it or else I won't be able to make it through the next month!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

I made this

I have some other stuff to post, but I love this picture and wanted to show off my little girl.

Guys, I made this (the baby):
That dress is my mother's. Her grandmother made it for her when she was a baby. So 1961 or so. She looks like a mix of me and Rob, but this picture really reminds me of myself as a baby (no wonder that I love it). And it is amazing to have a picture in a dress made by her great-great grandmother.