Archive for May, 2012

1.  I just turned 28 a few weeks back. I almost forgot my birthday – like, had to be reminded of it several times in the weeks leading up. Kind of unlike me, but life has been busy. Kevin planned a very small low country boil with our in-town besties, and I think two in a row means that’s now a tradition. I will never argue with a tradition involving sausage, or eating food directly off the table with my fingers.

2.  Kevin also asked me, several days before my bday, all nonchalantly, what I thought about getting an iPad to replace his shitty shitty laptop. This thing is a piece – it blue screens regularly, the cursor jumps all over the place unbidden, making it damn near impossible to type without developing homicidal rage, it’s hot and stupid and Eliza eats the cord. So, naturally, I got REALLY EXCITED about an iPad. And then he didn’t get one. I asked him a few weeks later what that was all about, and he was like, oh I just wanted to know what you thought about it. Apparently he had NO IDEA that asking me about a shiny beautiful Apple product days before my birthday was kind of a HUGE TEASE.  Gah!  He said he is working on something else for me, but um it’s June tomorrow so I think I’ll stop holding my breath.  Also I realize this is quite a contrast to the “forgetting my birthday” thing but bite me, this is my blog.

3.  ALSO relating to my (apparently not remotely forgotten) birthday, I decided that it is high time I start to dress like a grown up.  Maybe it’s the recent kid-having or who knows what, but things are a little… haggard and unwashed up in here.  Since I’m a scientist, judged 90% by my brains and productivity, and 10% by my ability to chop up animals, it doesn’t actually matter what I wear to work. We have no dress code, save for closed toed shoes in the lab. But, I’m feeling kind of frumpy wearing the same jeans and glorified t-shirts everyday, with my hair inevitably ending up in a pony tail.  In the original spirit of this blog, as a tracker of my monthly resolutions, I resolved to work on being a grown up lady, who wears matching clothes, different hair styles, and (gasp!) make up.  So far I am hitting like 50% on coordinated outfits, 75% on hair, and 90% on make up.  It’s a start. I am hindered by my lack of style and inability to use eyeliner, but I am making baby steps.  I’m considering May a warm up, and in June I’m hoping to be a bit more dedicated to the goal of not looking like crap.  I need to get some new shoes, but am 90% lost in that regard… I wear flip flops almost every day, it’s not good.  Ugh.

4.  It is high frisbee season, and we have tournaments every or every other weekend through July. Great for staying in shape, bad for keeping the house clean.  I’m trying to go to practice/pick-up at least once a week, too, but it’s hard – when I go, I don’t get to eat dinner until 8:30 pm at the earliest, and everything crumbles if I’m not asleep by 9:30. Add in a shower and I end up needing a time turner.  Or, more realistically, to actually TAKE my narcolepsy medicine everyday, which I do not like to do. I don’t like the idea of becoming reliant on a daily  medication this early in my life, but … oh well?  Exercise is important, right?

5.  I have recently developed an allergy or sensitivity to EGG WHITES.  I have considered jumping off a cliff as a solution, but Kevin talked me out of it.  Basically, back at the end of March, I started feeling super ultra nauseated for many hours of every day, usually in the morning. Brainiac that I am, I eventually deduced that it was food related. I started looking into elimination diets and decided that would be hard, so I made a giant vat of chicken pho to drown my sorrows.  When you make pho, because of the enormous volume, you end up eating that and only that for many days in a row so that it doesn’t go bad. I stopped eating breakfast because I was scared to, and ate pho for a week, and then returned to my customary habits.  When I ate my plain old scrambled eggs that morning, I immediately turned green, laid down, and puked my brains out.  Eggs are not the best, in reverse, FYI.  Anyways, since then I have further learned that it is egg whites specifically that I have issues with (so, thank GOD, I can still eat creme brulee) – even in baked goods and cooked foods.  SO, goodbye cake, and pancakes, and BREAD omfg, and PASTA and all of the good carby things.  Also goodbye to my standard breakfast (eggs, sausage, cheese) and the most sensible pathway to the paleo diet I’ve been dancing around for a few years (MANY, MANY EGGS).

6.  Also recently, I have started actually INTERACTING with the people whose blogs I have been reading for years. One day I woke up and decided it was kind of weird that I had been reading for like 5+ years in some cases and hadn’t actually TALKED to these people. Because I don’t comment regularly, or blog regularly myself, because I can’t at work and I don’t actually compute much at home.  I DO twitter, though.  So… I just started saying hey. Turns out these people are actual nice humans who respond!  Who knew.  So far, since I started interacting, I have learned many useful things, about babies and clothes and food and even some science.  

7.  I finished the Graceling trilogy recently and CANNOT find a new book to get into. That is always the problem with good books, for me: once I finish, nothing else is worth it for a good while.  I would go as far as to say I get mildly depressed after finishing a good book – all I want to do is read, and I keep trying new books, but none of them make me happy, so I turn into a grumpy anti-social DELIGHT.  On the bright side, playing with Goodreads helps a bit, both in finding new books AND in distracting me from my woe.

Hat tip to Adele for the 7 quick takes format, and I apologize for my failures to adhere to the ‘quick’ part.


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Seven months, hoo boy. We are getting some personality up in here. Eliza can crawl pretty fast now, and has started pulling up to standing on the furniture.  Her balance is shit, but I’m sure that’ll change in a matter of weeks.  Apparently my nephew also learned to crawl and pull to standing in the same week, right at 7 months, but took another seven months to start legitimately walking.  The thing that makes me think she’ll walk early is that she tries to stand up in the middle of the floor, holding objects. Like, hey, I think I can do this, so I’mma just keep trying until gravity quits winning. Also, I’m taking this ball with me. 

She continues to make hilarious noises and faces – snorting, babbling, giggling like a tiny crazy person.  Everything is especially hilarious at night, barreling towards a crescendo of hysterical laugh-crying that signals bedtime was 15 minutes ago.  She is doing great with her floor bed – remember this, self.  It is way, WAY easier to plunk her down and pick her up from a mattress on the floor than to lift her in and out of a crib.  My back is much happier.  Also, it’s adorable, and the room seems a lot bigger, and it’s a lot easier to change the sheets.  Check back once she eventually tips over the diaper pail.  
She has her two bottom teeth pretty much set now, and it’s adorable. You can see her top two coming down, which is frankly kind of creepy.  I’m sure they will start to cut right when we head to Ohio next week for Poultry Days.  Probably the second we get on the plane.  But no, the first two came with minimal fan fare – occasional squawking but really no big deal.  Far less of an ordeal than when we forget to feed her the right amount of green veggies, oh my dear.  
She shakes her head ‘no’ all the time, but doesn’t seem to know what it means yet… soon.  We should be signing in earnest, but are still having trouble remembering sometimes.  Hopefully she cottons on, I can’t wait until she can really communicate with us.  Everytime she copies me, it blows my mind – this tiny little person and I are talking!  Kind of.  Hush, don’t disabuse me of my fantasies.
We have gone camping twice, the last two weekends. First to Wenatchee for a frisbee tournament, and Eliza’s first ever camping trip.  Then last weekend our first trip to Rainier for the year, to camp at Ohanapecosh.  Both were just Saturday night, and the overnight lows were in the 40s – we were pretty worried about how that would go, but it was GREAT. E thought setting up the tent was about the most hilarious thing in the world, like why are we all on the floor? Why are there blankets everywhere? Is this real life?  And then she slept for 11 hours straight. So, I guess we are moving into a tent, is what I’m saying.  We will tempt fate by camping in Ohio for a three night excursion, complete with airplanes.  If we survive that, we win at parenting.  (Right?  Right?)
No really, this is the easiest baby ever, she is such a delight.  We have basically stopped watching TV, as rolling around on the floor with her is the most fun thing ever.  Even though her favorite activities, by a long shot, are hitting us with her wooden hammer and pulling out our hair.  I’ll allow it, on account of how ridiculously adorable she is when she laughs.

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Here we go!

Ok, I’ve been terrible.  There are just so many things – blog, pictures, facebook, LIFE.  I know I want a record of some kind, though, not just having to check dates on photos and videos, so hopefully we can make this work.

Eliza is nearly 7 months old.  Part of the distraction from 6 months was that, what with her being sick half the month, not much had changed beyond the calendar.  Apparently Miss Bear was saving up, because the past few days have been an EXPLOSION.  

Eliza has learned to sit up unassisted (right around 6 months).  She eats a variety of foods now – we started with avocado, which wreaked gastrointestinal havoc, and therefore started a variety of purees in hopes of fixing her issues.  I had originally hoped to do baby led weaning – no purees at all – but now, I realize it’s pretty fun and a short period of time (this is a lesson I keep learning – nothing is permanent).  Right, so she could sit, she ate, and she began pushing onto hands and knees and rocking right around 6 months as well, but wouldn’t move her hands.  She stayed put that way for a few weeks, until this past weekend.

Sunday, she started crawling for real.  Lifted her hands a few times and was off to the races.  She is a bit clumsy, and has since discovered that a mix of crawling and rollings is faster (albeit more circuitous).  Yesterday (Tuesday) she pushed into sitting and pulled to standing on a book, of all things.  Kevin is 100% delighted, while I am 95% delighted and 5% terrified (slash considering pushing her over). 

She has also begun cutting her two bottom front teeth on Sunday, with relatively little fanfare – a bit more squawking than usual, but still quite calm about the whole ordeal.  

And, she started babbling – consonant sounds that sound very much as if she is talking.  Dadada, Bababa, and a bunch of adorable mumbling.

Less important developmentally, but totally hilarious: she started snorting like an angry badger when she gets excited.  It is my favorite thing ever.  

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