"Just calling to see how my pregnant daughter is doing."
A minute later I was in the bathroom.
My streak of no vomiting ends at 6 weeks, 2.5 days. It was a good run.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Full sleepover mode
After both Jim and I put Willa back in her crib a combined 5 times, I hear a noise.
"Is her door moving?"
"Nope, it's still almost closed."
A half hour later, I get up to brush my teeth. Willa's door is still almost closed. Curiously, so is ours. I slowly push it open and find Willa lying on my side of the bed, cradling her bunny, the Adventures of Curious George open next to her. Her eyes are nearly shut, but she's awake. I don't know if I woke her up by coming in the room, or if she hadn't slept yet.
"Is her door moving?"
"Nope, it's still almost closed."
A half hour later, I get up to brush my teeth. Willa's door is still almost closed. Curiously, so is ours. I slowly push it open and find Willa lying on my side of the bed, cradling her bunny, the Adventures of Curious George open next to her. Her eyes are nearly shut, but she's awake. I don't know if I woke her up by coming in the room, or if she hadn't slept yet.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
"No mommy butt. Mommy feet. Juice."
Willa was up at 5:30 this morning. Which meant everyone was. I brought her to bed, hoping she'd go right back to sleep. Instead she wriggled and talked and whined. To earn her keep in bed, she's also wrap both arms around my head and breathe on me. Eventually, it was too much. I turned my back while she dozed, but in doing so woke her up. She pawed at my back for a while hoping I'd turn back around, and eventually found her stuffed bunny and fell back to sleep.
Completely unrelated, as I was leaving daycare yesterday morning, there was a couple in the entry waiting to be let in. She was obviously pregnant, and I assumed they were there to check the place out. It's always awkward when you go out the security door (protected by a secret code) and someone's on the other side, waiting to be buzzed in. I've decided that no matter how it looks, I won't let anyone in. I've seen after school specials where a bitter adult kidnaps a child they no longer have custody of. And I don't want to be a part of that. These folks understood, and were happy about me not holding the door.
That afternoon, I was leaving the grocery store and saw the same woman loading her groceries. Small random world.
Willa was up at 5:30 this morning. Which meant everyone was. I brought her to bed, hoping she'd go right back to sleep. Instead she wriggled and talked and whined. To earn her keep in bed, she's also wrap both arms around my head and breathe on me. Eventually, it was too much. I turned my back while she dozed, but in doing so woke her up. She pawed at my back for a while hoping I'd turn back around, and eventually found her stuffed bunny and fell back to sleep.
Completely unrelated, as I was leaving daycare yesterday morning, there was a couple in the entry waiting to be let in. She was obviously pregnant, and I assumed they were there to check the place out. It's always awkward when you go out the security door (protected by a secret code) and someone's on the other side, waiting to be buzzed in. I've decided that no matter how it looks, I won't let anyone in. I've seen after school specials where a bitter adult kidnaps a child they no longer have custody of. And I don't want to be a part of that. These folks understood, and were happy about me not holding the door.
That afternoon, I was leaving the grocery store and saw the same woman loading her groceries. Small random world.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
It's coming.
The sunlight is bouncing off of the snowbanks outside of my window. After yesterday's gloomy rainy day, the snowbanks have a hard frosty cover. I think I've seen old Jello act this way.
The snow is dirty now, having stayed too long.
So far March is somewhat lamb-like. We were spared a snow last night, but should get some tonight.
Our neighbors still have their Christmas decorations up. In this way they've earned Willa's title of "Santa Clause's house." On the side of their house, where our driveway is, I've noticed their day lilies sprouting in the most hopeful pale shade of green.
Another February is over. And now we can move on, and dig out kites, and be on alert for crocus. Spring might not be right around the most immediate corner, but we're in the right neighborhood.
The snow is dirty now, having stayed too long.
So far March is somewhat lamb-like. We were spared a snow last night, but should get some tonight.
Our neighbors still have their Christmas decorations up. In this way they've earned Willa's title of "Santa Clause's house." On the side of their house, where our driveway is, I've noticed their day lilies sprouting in the most hopeful pale shade of green.
Another February is over. And now we can move on, and dig out kites, and be on alert for crocus. Spring might not be right around the most immediate corner, but we're in the right neighborhood.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Like a hibernating bear on a nature show
It was completely different the last time.
For example, Jim and I lived 2 hours apart during the week. These are the days when he worked for NASCAR and I held down the fort. The fort being myself and the 2 dogs.
And now here he is, and there's Willa - I know you probably didn't see her zip by. That trail of Mardi Gras-esque beads and sweet potato crumbs? Her doing.
So, they live in the house with me. And they're not always as inclined as the dogs to tuck themselves behind my knees and nap with me. First trimester narcolepsy is in full force, and because I live with my family, there's no privacy in my exhaustion.
And I keep telling Jim "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" for not being able to keep up.
And then I got an email from the baby website that reminded me that basically, I've got a lentil sized parasite that makes my body emit hormones that cause fatigue and morning sickness.
I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record. But this is where I'm at right now. It'll get better, and then I'll have more riveting content.
Here, look. A recent photo of fun with the owl tent:
For example, Jim and I lived 2 hours apart during the week. These are the days when he worked for NASCAR and I held down the fort. The fort being myself and the 2 dogs.
And now here he is, and there's Willa - I know you probably didn't see her zip by. That trail of Mardi Gras-esque beads and sweet potato crumbs? Her doing.
So, they live in the house with me. And they're not always as inclined as the dogs to tuck themselves behind my knees and nap with me. First trimester narcolepsy is in full force, and because I live with my family, there's no privacy in my exhaustion.
And I keep telling Jim "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" for not being able to keep up.
And then I got an email from the baby website that reminded me that basically, I've got a lentil sized parasite that makes my body emit hormones that cause fatigue and morning sickness.
I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record. But this is where I'm at right now. It'll get better, and then I'll have more riveting content.
Here, look. A recent photo of fun with the owl tent:
Friday, February 29, 2008
mad props to Jim
I've been absent from embryo induced hybernation.
Last night I was awake until 9:30. I started to point that out to Jim and started snoring and drooling in mid-sentence. Jim, by the way is the family hero lately. He's been picking up all the slack that I'm leaving with... zzzzzzzz... oops.
Anyhow, Jim: here he is holding MaKenna above penguins. That's his cape. On it is for S. S stands for super Sinki.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Like an everything bagel, my uterus...
So, at 5 weeks and 2 days, our little embryo is the size of a sesame seed. Which is a lot bigger than the 4 week old poppy seed.
Funny how something so small can make me feel so exhautsted and nauseous. Like I've run 5 marathons. On a ship at sea. In the middle of high winds.
Today I had my first appointment with the nurse. It was a rerun from almost 3 years ago. Except this time I had a (nearly) 2 year old rummaging around in my purse and putting gallons of hand lotion on herself. Willa tagged along for a booster shot, and did great.
She left with a sticker, and I left with 2 pounds of paperwork.
Funny how something so small can make me feel so exhautsted and nauseous. Like I've run 5 marathons. On a ship at sea. In the middle of high winds.
Today I had my first appointment with the nurse. It was a rerun from almost 3 years ago. Except this time I had a (nearly) 2 year old rummaging around in my purse and putting gallons of hand lotion on herself. Willa tagged along for a booster shot, and did great.
She left with a sticker, and I left with 2 pounds of paperwork.
Friday, February 22, 2008
checks and balances
We were sitting on her floor, getting ready for the morning. Socks: "MEEEEEE DOOOOOOO!" Shirt: on with some help. Pants: still my department, she can't do it herself.
After I buttoned her pants, she stroked my cheek with the back of her hand and said, "you nice" and then tumbled into my lap for a hug.
I promptly melted into a puddle which Jim had to Shop Vac up.
It's been a long week at Camp Sinki. Willa's on a whole new independence and testing boundaries kick.
Jim asked her not to come in the kitchen while he was installing the last (!!) cabinet. We watched her put one toe of one foot on the kitchen floor and look at him like, "what are you going to do about that?"
When I tell her to sit down in her booster seat, she growls. And then cracks up like, "just kidding, mom. I'm not being a jerk."
When it's time for bed and we snuggle for books, she'd rather look at pictures. When we start with pictures, she'd prefer books. And definitely not the ones that are already in the room.
She's frustrated that we don't understand her all of the time. She's whining, and instantly bursting into tears more.
She's healthy(ish). It's just a phase.
And we're doing okay with this. I know it's part of her becoming her own person who is capable of doing things and making decisions. Dealing with her mood swings, the screaming in my ear... actually kind of fun, in a sadistic way.
What has made this week more rough is the constant feeling of dull nausea, and the depth of wishing I could take a nap. All the time. Here's hoping for a kinder, gentler first trimester than last time around. Because in this case the devil I know? Not a pleasant guy.
In the meantime, my daughter thinks I'm nice. And my husband keeps calling me his hot pregnant wife. And the cabinets are up. And it's sunny.
Life is, all around, pretty awesome right now.
After I buttoned her pants, she stroked my cheek with the back of her hand and said, "you nice" and then tumbled into my lap for a hug.
I promptly melted into a puddle which Jim had to Shop Vac up.
It's been a long week at Camp Sinki. Willa's on a whole new independence and testing boundaries kick.
Jim asked her not to come in the kitchen while he was installing the last (!!) cabinet. We watched her put one toe of one foot on the kitchen floor and look at him like, "what are you going to do about that?"
When I tell her to sit down in her booster seat, she growls. And then cracks up like, "just kidding, mom. I'm not being a jerk."
When it's time for bed and we snuggle for books, she'd rather look at pictures. When we start with pictures, she'd prefer books. And definitely not the ones that are already in the room.
She's frustrated that we don't understand her all of the time. She's whining, and instantly bursting into tears more.
She's healthy(ish). It's just a phase.
And we're doing okay with this. I know it's part of her becoming her own person who is capable of doing things and making decisions. Dealing with her mood swings, the screaming in my ear... actually kind of fun, in a sadistic way.
What has made this week more rough is the constant feeling of dull nausea, and the depth of wishing I could take a nap. All the time. Here's hoping for a kinder, gentler first trimester than last time around. Because in this case the devil I know? Not a pleasant guy.
In the meantime, my daughter thinks I'm nice. And my husband keeps calling me his hot pregnant wife. And the cabinets are up. And it's sunny.
Life is, all around, pretty awesome right now.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
"It must have been that woodchuck party," said my Grandpa
A brand new Sinki is expected near October 26.
I'm pregnant, and we're radiating joy.
It's early, and our fingers are crossed very tightly.
I'm pregnant, and we're radiating joy.
It's early, and our fingers are crossed very tightly.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
It continues
This morning Willa was in bed with about 12 stuffed animals of various size. And a pile of books. Our child is a sleep hoarder.
Last night I checked on her before going to bed myself. She was peacefully sleeping. On the ground.
Also, I have spotted Robins. And it's a good thing I have good health insurance because Spotted Robins is expensive to treat. Kidding. I saw Robins last night. A whole flock of 9, feathers fully fluffed against the wind. I don't know what they're doing here already. These early birds aren't getting any worm unless they dig 10 " under the snow and somehow chip away at the frozen tundra of our soil.
Spring, be here soon.
Last night I checked on her before going to bed myself. She was peacefully sleeping. On the ground.
Also, I have spotted Robins. And it's a good thing I have good health insurance because Spotted Robins is expensive to treat. Kidding. I saw Robins last night. A whole flock of 9, feathers fully fluffed against the wind. I don't know what they're doing here already. These early birds aren't getting any worm unless they dig 10 " under the snow and somehow chip away at the frozen tundra of our soil.
Spring, be here soon.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Self-entertaining
Willa did not want to go to sleep.
I put her in her crib, she stood up.
I laid her back down, kissed her forehead, and walked out.
Peeking through her doorway, I saw her stand up, throw a leg over the crib rail, slide down the crib, pull a book out of the bookcase, throw the book into the crib, and climb back into the crib to page through the book.
This morning, I found the book on the floor, but Willa was cuddled up to a stuffed bunny who wasn't in bed with her when I tucked her in.
I put her in her crib, she stood up.
I laid her back down, kissed her forehead, and walked out.
Peeking through her doorway, I saw her stand up, throw a leg over the crib rail, slide down the crib, pull a book out of the bookcase, throw the book into the crib, and climb back into the crib to page through the book.
This morning, I found the book on the floor, but Willa was cuddled up to a stuffed bunny who wasn't in bed with her when I tucked her in.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Valentine
Keys: found! Jim found them in a snow chunk between where I park and the house. Phew.
Last night Jim's parents watched Willa while we went out on a date. I'm not one to celebrate the holiday de Halmark, but I'm also not one to turn down time with Jim in a conversation that isn't interrupted by, "no, we don't put pudding on the dog's tail. No... not milk either." We went to the movies and saw "Charlie Wilson's War." The movie was well done. Wanna learn more about Russia invading Afganistan in the 1980's and the underground movement on the part of the US to get the Russians out? Go see it. Wanna see Phillip Seamour Hoffman in a fantastic role? Go see it. Know what else I liked? Sharing popcorn and knee squeezes with my husband. We um... well, we don't get out a lot alone.
Last night Jim's parents watched Willa while we went out on a date. I'm not one to celebrate the holiday de Halmark, but I'm also not one to turn down time with Jim in a conversation that isn't interrupted by, "no, we don't put pudding on the dog's tail. No... not milk either." We went to the movies and saw "Charlie Wilson's War." The movie was well done. Wanna learn more about Russia invading Afganistan in the 1980's and the underground movement on the part of the US to get the Russians out? Go see it. Wanna see Phillip Seamour Hoffman in a fantastic role? Go see it. Know what else I liked? Sharing popcorn and knee squeezes with my husband. We um... well, we don't get out a lot alone.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sol good
We were up early. I was determined to be on time. Snow and ice has been making it tough. I was out shoveling, Jim was in the shower. Willa was going to be on track. I did, in fact rock! I was so excited about not feeling anxious and rushed on the way to work.
And then it came time to find my keys. The ones I just used to get the snowbrush out of my car. Lost. Probably in a snowbank. Growl.
I drove to Willa to daycare practically in tears, I felt so defeated. The 30 minute key search ate up all of the time we gained by waking up early.
Willa and I walked in and her friend greeted her by name, and hugged her. And it made me so darn happy.
And the sun was shining. Sigh. Better.
Maybe it will melt a key collection sized hole in the snow?
And then it came time to find my keys. The ones I just used to get the snowbrush out of my car. Lost. Probably in a snowbank. Growl.
I drove to Willa to daycare practically in tears, I felt so defeated. The 30 minute key search ate up all of the time we gained by waking up early.
Willa and I walked in and her friend greeted her by name, and hugged her. And it made me so darn happy.
And the sun was shining. Sigh. Better.
Maybe it will melt a key collection sized hole in the snow?
Monday, February 11, 2008
Goodnight Willa
"In the great green room, there was a..."
"Telephone."
"And a red..."
"ooo-loon."
"And a picture -"
"COW"
"of a... of a..."
"COW."
"Jumping over the..."
"moon."
We read Goodnight Moon every night, and Willa finishes every phrase. Adorability factor? High.
"Telephone."
"And a red..."
"ooo-loon."
"And a picture -"
"COW"
"of a... of a..."
"COW."
"Jumping over the..."
"moon."
We read Goodnight Moon every night, and Willa finishes every phrase. Adorability factor? High.
Our little exhibitionist
We were in Muskegon on Saturday for a Polar plunge fundraising event for Jim's organization. Willa and I went outside and watched 20 of the 70 participants jump into the lake, via a hole cut out of the ice.
It was too cold to stay out, so we went back inside. Willa took off her coat, sat down and started to eat her graham cracker. Then she set it down and started taking of her shirt.
"Willa! What are you doing?" I asked.
"Jump innda water, mama."
Later we were out for dinner. Willa and I were just coming back from the bathroom, where she successfully used the facilities. However, her diaper was wet, I didn't have a back up, and we were leaving in a minute, so I threw it away. It must have felt kind of weird to her to go diaper-less. As we weaved through the tables, I noticed Willa walking funny.
Because her pants were around her knees after she pulled them down to show daddy she wasn't wearing a diaper.
It was too cold to stay out, so we went back inside. Willa took off her coat, sat down and started to eat her graham cracker. Then she set it down and started taking of her shirt.
"Willa! What are you doing?" I asked.
"Jump innda water, mama."
Later we were out for dinner. Willa and I were just coming back from the bathroom, where she successfully used the facilities. However, her diaper was wet, I didn't have a back up, and we were leaving in a minute, so I threw it away. It must have felt kind of weird to her to go diaper-less. As we weaved through the tables, I noticed Willa walking funny.
Because her pants were around her knees after she pulled them down to show daddy she wasn't wearing a diaper.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
New totally radical trick
Just when I thought it was already tough to get Willa down for naps at home...
She has learned how to climb out of her crib. She's been testing for a while. Today, I was happily enjoying some time dreaming of kitchen backsplash ideas, when I hear toddler sized fingers prying open her door. When I got up to check on her, she was walking towards me holding her baby, stuffed Grover and Ernie, a bunny, and a sippy cup.
It took us 3 hours and several tantrums to get her to nap.
We. Are. Doomed.
She has learned how to climb out of her crib. She's been testing for a while. Today, I was happily enjoying some time dreaming of kitchen backsplash ideas, when I hear toddler sized fingers prying open her door. When I got up to check on her, she was walking towards me holding her baby, stuffed Grover and Ernie, a bunny, and a sippy cup.
It took us 3 hours and several tantrums to get her to nap.
We. Are. Doomed.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
We needed provisions, and some air
I know!! 2 sinkis in one day! It's like the blog equal of leap year!
Last night after the majority of our 8+ inches fell, Jim, Willa, and I made the journey to our local grocery store for garbage bags and potatoes. We are but simple folk.
Willa enjoyed her sled ride down the street, around the corner and 2 blocks to the store. The cashier looked confused at our sled in the shopping cart, but understood when she saw Willa bundled up. "I've never seen that before... That's funny."
Last night after the majority of our 8+ inches fell, Jim, Willa, and I made the journey to our local grocery store for garbage bags and potatoes. We are but simple folk.
Willa enjoyed her sled ride down the street, around the corner and 2 blocks to the store. The cashier looked confused at our sled in the shopping cart, but understood when she saw Willa bundled up. "I've never seen that before... That's funny."
Might be time to put away the Amy Winehouse* CD
Willa and I have been listening to the first song every morning, not so much for lyrics, but for the strong, fun, funk/soul sounds.
Willa has started to sing along with the "no, no, no" part of her song rehab.
"They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said 'no, no, no'"
Time to get out some good ol' fashioned Aretha Franklin.
*Amy Winehouse: mess of a person, with substantial singing talent.
Willa has started to sing along with the "no, no, no" part of her song rehab.
"They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said 'no, no, no'"
Time to get out some good ol' fashioned Aretha Franklin.
*Amy Winehouse: mess of a person, with substantial singing talent.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Groundhog wrapup
Groundhog's Day was on Saturday. Phil, of the Punxsutawney Phils, came out of his hole, saw his shadow (and a bunch of guys in top hats), and scurried back into his warm burrow. Thus damning us to 6 more weeks of winter.
However, check out Phil's competition in Howell, MI. I am dedicated to Phil. But I turn my head to the window and see that 5 of the 6 - 12" of snow predicted for today has arrived. So this year? My love goes to Woody who is a local, anyhow.
The sinki's hosted our 4th annual Groundhog's Day party on Saturday. We were charmed by friends and family stopping by with wonderful food and a fun time. My mom brought bling. My Grandpa was there. Our living room is small, and my anxiety lessened as people explored the basement - now labeled as a totally cool guy basement by one party goer. It was a fun party, and there are photos. Which darling Jim has in his computer but not publicly available yet.
However, check out Phil's competition in Howell, MI. I am dedicated to Phil. But I turn my head to the window and see that 5 of the 6 - 12" of snow predicted for today has arrived. So this year? My love goes to Woody who is a local, anyhow.
The sinki's hosted our 4th annual Groundhog's Day party on Saturday. We were charmed by friends and family stopping by with wonderful food and a fun time. My mom brought bling. My Grandpa was there. Our living room is small, and my anxiety lessened as people explored the basement - now labeled as a totally cool guy basement by one party goer. It was a fun party, and there are photos. Which darling Jim has in his computer but not publicly available yet.
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