Happy Sunday Post

I remember thinking this morning, "This is not my day." Fortunately, I can't remember exactly why I thought that. Baby's in bed sleeping away, even after a rough afternoon. (She has a low grade fever... so... we are going to see how she is in the morning and possibly go to the doctor.) I managed to bake some super delicious cookies tonight.... that were egg free. Totally ate a ton of the dough. Yummy.

Basically I feel pretty chill right now. I should go to bed soon, though, since Baby went to bed a little earlier than usual. Meaning she's going to get up sooner than normal... I can handle that, though. I just hope her fever doesn't spike in the middle of the night. The first time she had a fever, we were able to go into the doctor and get her checked out (since I discovered her fever around 6 and didn't know what to do... longest two hours of my life), but the next time was Thanksgiving. Swell. Actually, I think that time was 4 in the morning or something and I woke Hubby up because I was having difficulty with the 24/7 line and didn't know what to do. Nothing like spending Thanksgiving in the hospital, friends. (It's okay though - hubby had to work, anyway, and  I didn't have any plans.)

Baby is adorable. She's getting a little giggle going on, which is amazing. She is also getting closer to rolling over - from her back to her tummy, which was not the first roll I anticipated. When we were doing imaging at the hospital, she almost pushed herself from her tummy to her back (with her legs, mostly), but she hasn't really gotten as close since. 

Classes are going okayish; it's harder to finish the reading than I originally anticipated (especially when I decide to blog instead), but babysitting is working out nicely so far. And I figure, this close to graduating, I won't be too disappointed if I don't get straight As. I might be kind of traumatized if I get a C, but I have complete confidence I would get over it. As long as this does end in graduation. Cool deal, Neal.

Woof. Just got hit with a wave of The Tired. Must be time for bed... I'm okay with that.

Do something good

I was reading my cousin's blog this morning, where she decided to use some Christmas funds for self-betterment instead of merely gratification, and she wrote that she sat back and realized she did something good for herself.

When I finished my breakfast, I finally pulled out the multivitamin after at least a week's neglect and thought, "I'm going to do something good for myself." I decided in that moment, wouldn't it be great if I did something good for myself every day? Not in a selfish, it's-all-about-me fashion, or even the often-necessary time to myself, but something that helps me feel better as a person. You know, sort of like that daily improvement thing I should be doing anyway... yeah. I take inspiration where I can get it.

Today it was just taking a pill (did I mention I secretly hate/fear pills? True story); tomorrow I may try to find some quality time with the scriptures. After that, who knows? Assuming I keep up with it, I'll try not to be repetitive (like counting my multivitamin every day), but I also want to be realistic. If taking my multivitamin after a long night or crazy morning is all I can manage, I'll consider it my good deed.

And, hey, maybe after I figure out how to do something good for myself, it will be easier to do something good for others. Or is it the other way around?

To Whom It May Concern

Dear World,

May I complain for a bit? I'll try to keep it brief.

I liked being a full-time mom. And, to be honest, I felt pretty luck to take care of anything besides Baby and the occasional meal throughout the day.

This responsibility business with school is really throwing off my groove. What if Baby is awake and wants to play? I guess I am pretty horrid at being responsible and reading while feeding her, which is probably the biggest claim on my time at the moment.

So, I guess I basically led a charmed life while only being responsible for the baby, and I want it back. Course, I am also slightly traumatized y the babysitting situations today - my plans fell through this morning and I couldn't take her to class, and while they fell through this afternoon, we found a replacement... it's just that when I went to pick her up, she was crying inconsolably! Traumatizing. She should have been ale to go that long without eating, but you know babies -- they eat on their time. Lesson learned: send milk with the baby. Poor thing.

Also, Baby is having some medical imaging done tomorrow morning... up in Salt Lake. And I just realized this evening that I'll be part of the dreaded Morning Commute. And that I'll probably need to leave no later than 7. Yay. Hopefully baby will sleep through it.

That is all. Sincerely, Diane

PS - To make this post a little more chipper, I decided to add baby pictures at the end. Can you see why I just want to play with her all day?

Really Funny

To borrow a friend's joke, I think Baby's new year resolution is to eat as much of every day as possible.

Actually, it's possible that a recent stomach bug of mine caused my milk to be low (since I didn't/couldn't eat much for a few days and wasn't stellar about drinking enough fluid), and also, she might be attempting a growth spurt. Cause, you know, 15 pounds at the beginning of three months isn't big enough. Since I was sick, I indulged her and let her nurse as long as she wanted. Now that I'm better, I'd like to do a few things.

Last night, she was attempting to eat constantly before bed. Each time I tried to put her down, she would wake and usually fuss, her hands clasped together and one or both fists in her mouth. (As a side note, I'm impressed by how much of her hand fits into her mouth when she's hungry.) Finally, around midnight we thought for sure she was finished for the night, and I gave her a few extra snuggles before putting her down.

I had to leave her kicking around for a few minutes before coming back for her because I was so tired and upset that she woke up. My husband was actually the one who picked her up and convinced me to try feeding her again, since she usually only really stays up late when she's hungry, even though she might not at first appear hungry. After that feeding, she was limp and out like a light. I gratefully settled down for my five or six hours, the time being almost two o'clock.

Surprise! Baby was hungry at 4. At least she ate quickly and went back down pretty fast.

At 6:30, I convinced her that she was just tired and soothed her back to sleep after a few minutes.

At 7:15, she convinced me that only feeding her was going to help. I sighed and got to work.

At 9, I got up again and decided to feed her in bed, but she decided she didn't want to eat just then. Luckily my hubby was up. He looked at the clock and said, "Seven hours isn't so bad, I guess." I just laughed (bitterly) and informed him that I had slept five of those hours. Then Baby told me she wanted to go play with Daddy. >:-) Fortunately she was being extremely cute just then.

On a more lighthearted note, Baby took a short nap in her crib this afternoon with only a little spitup. Yay! Also, I made Mexican Lasagna which was AMAZING, and Baby tried out her new playmat for the first time today. I would upload some cute pictures, except that I'm ashamed to admit that the last time I put the camera battery in the charger, I put it in backwards, so the camera is currently juiceless. Sad, embarrassing day.

She just woke up. After eating. And wouldn't you know, she's acting hungry.

I Believe in the Kitchen Table

So, possibly for the first time in our marriage, Gary and I sat down at a table and ate dinner together.

To somewhat justify the delay, we didn't have chairs for a long time. And even when we finally got them, they needed to be fixed and were pretty much unusable. Aaand then we has a baby.

Yesterday, my husband was amazing and cleaned the kitchen again. He did such a good job that I was inspired to set the table for dinner. He was just as excited as I was, which I wasn't sure he would be, what with the individual habits we've built up. It was amazing, though - I pulled out the canned fruit, so we had fruit on the side, we sat next to each other and talked (my husband likes to put on a tv show on Netflix, usually), and... it felt like a real dinner. Baby was even asleep for most of it, so we got to enjoy it together. The thought of having dinner at our table together actually makes me want to keep the kitchen clean. Not that I don't like it clean, I just need motivation to make it a priority. I can just picture us in there, just enough room for Baby's high chair on the side, all eating as a family. Even if we occasionally eat in silence or have melt-downs further on down the road, I can see why everyone says family meals are so important.

I like it.