Drinksments

Quick note to say I think it takes a special woman to go out with co-workers after work, then come home to husband saying "you should have told me you were coming home so early so I could get ready to go our after" and then encourage him to go out and enjoy himself...

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Brilliant Dream

I had an amazing, refreshing dream last night. But I can't exactly share it was anybody L So I'm sharing with you J

 

The setting was a cruise ship. Initially in the dining room or lounge area. And apparently I decided to get back together with my ex. So it starts with him being very happy we've gotten back together, and we sit together and are liming with friends. And as we are sitting there and he's talking, just hearing him reminds me about all the things I dislikes about him, and sitting there I realise there is no way I can do this.

 

Then I bounce up another Ex. And we are so glad to have gotten back together! But I'm still with the other guy. So me and second-ex are all in love again, and I go to first-ex and explain, sorry, but this just can't work out between us. And he's pissed and crushed of course (all of this is taking place within the same day), and his friends are pissed, and true to life, some of his friends hate me, and some realise that it's for the best, and support me and promise to still be a friend.

 

So now I'm with second-ex. And things are wonderful…for a while, until I remember all the reasons I couldn't stay with him, moodiness, bi-polar behaviour, etc. But what in the world was I supposed to do? I just left first-ex for him, and could I really just leave second-ex now?

And then the realisation hit me…Husband! I have a wonderful, loving husband! Better than both these guys! This was all just a silly dream!! And I woke up happy and in love with my husband asleep next to me. Warm fuzzy feelings.

Confession

The other tidbit I want to share isn’t a good one. And I haven’t told anyone about it, so I really needed to share with someone.

Last night I was putting her to sleep. And she fell asleep on the bed with me as usual but she wasn’t sleeping deeply as yet so I decided to leave her for a while for I put her in her crib. So I left her on the bed (she naps on the bed lots of times on weekends) surrounded by pillows while I went outside.

About an hour later, hubby and I heard her cry out like she’d woken up. But I told him let’s leave her a moment and see if she falls back to sleep. I suddenly remembered I’d left her on the bed though, so I jumped up quickly and went to the bedroom scared she wakes up enough to try to climb down the bed (which she’s never done, but who knows when she’d start trying!). I got into the room and the light was off so I stared at the bed looking for her, and had a moment of absolute confusion (too confused to panic) when I didn’t see her…until I noticed her lying on the floor sleeping!!! OMG!! She obviously rolled off the bed, cried out and fell instantly back to sleep!!! It’s kind of funny, and my bed isn’t very high, but oh my God that was scary and embarrassing!! I picked her up (she stayed asleep the whole time) and put her in her crib. I was so scared that maybe she’s not sleeping, maybe she was knocked out, but thank God, she was fine. I kept squeezing areas to make sure nothing was hurt or damaged, and then kept going in to check on her every 20 mins to make sure she was really was ok.

I mean, she’s fine now, so I can say it was kind of funny that she rolled off the bed and basically slept through it. But oh my. Poor little thing. With her prayers tonight I had to give her Guardian Angel some extra thanks. *sigh*            

Hugs

I’m not very good with finding time to post, sorry. This little one has me so busy that when I finally get ME time, all I want to do it relax. I guess the truth is that I DO have the time to post, I just choose to do otherwise :-(
Not that anyone is reading right now anyway, but it's still a nice thought that my thoughts and feelings are floating out there in Cyberspace.
That's a lie, it's actually a scary thought...It scare me still to be so open. But then I comfort myself by remembering that no one is really reading anyway lol :-)




Anyway, something so wonderful happened that I just had to share.

I got my first genuine love-hug last Saturday 8^th Feb. It was bedtime, and we had just gone into the bedroom, turned off the lights, and I was holding her and walking to the bed when she reached her 2 arms around my neck, lay her head on my chest and hugged me. It was the sweetest thing in the world. It was completely all her, all genuine and unprovoked/requested and just about the absolute best thing in the world.
As mummy, I don’t seem to get as many hugs and kisses as others like daddy and sister, so this was just such a wonderful affirmation that she loves me (not that I ever doubted) and knows how important I am in her world.

Oh! And after that hug, she rested her head on my chest for a while too. She’s too sweet, my little angel.

Tale of Two Insomniacs

This has not been a good sleep week for us. Sunday night was rough with baby girl waking up. We didn't get much sleep that night, and I had to wake up at 7am, while she soared the skies of dreamland. Bugger!
On Monday I was determined, no matter how tired I felt that evening, that I'd start the gym that night after I put girlie to bed. For once everything went smoothly, and she fell asleep right away, and I was able to run away to the gym. I'm happy to say, I pushed through and worked my little tushy (and non-existent abs) off!! Got home, cleaned up the small messes hubby didn't get to, and tumbled into bed satisfied. Girlie woke at 3:30am as per her usual torture routine these nights, but we got through the festivities mostly unscathed.  Then came Tuesday…
All day at work I was zombie-like. Thank goodness I've gotten good at scattering paper around my desk and shuffling them around to look busy!  Had my usual morning cup of java first thing in the morning. That wasn't enough to get me fired as one of the extras of The Walking Dead, so I had a second. Trudged through the day exerting as little energy as possible, until that afternoon when I passed a co-worker's desk and smelled what seemed like Heaven in a cup. Coffee! But another cup? Do I dare? Hells yeah! And suddenly all was right with the world again. To paraphrase Goldfinger, it made me wanna kiss all the puppy dogs, smell the flowers and plant a tree, I gotta say that Coffee, he's da bomb!

*BOOM!!!*

Flash forward to 7:30pm. Putting little one to sleep. She tossed and turned and rolled and wiggled, quarrelled to sleep in her crib. I eventually pulled her onto the bed to cuddle and hopefully fall asleep. I may have dozed for 20 minutes as well, but I looked up at 8:30 and she was finally asleep. So I snuck her into her crib and went outside to do the usual nighttime/before bed chores. Kissed hubby good night, left him in front the TV while I jumped into bed to sleep at 10pm…or so I thought. My body wasn't ready to knock out yet, so I played some games on my phone before sleeping…Flash to 11pm, hubby jumps into bed just as I put away my phone. Yay, sleep time! Or so I thought…Now it's my turn to toss and turn and roll and wiggle…12am Maybe I can read a while and that will help me fall asleep….1am The reading didn't work, but I feel the Sandman's grains making my eyes heavy at last…And suddenly, little one wakes up. And no amount of patting, shushing, or rubbing her back will help. I pull her out of bed and go warm up her bottle (way earlier than normal, but I'm trying anything). Bring her back to bed and feed her. She drinks, til she's full, and she's still up. I decide to lay her down between daddy and I. Toss and turn and roll and wiggle, sticking her foot in daddy's mouth, grabbing daddy's nose, climbing, and all sorts of antics. Poor hubby gets the brunt of it. Hell, my sleep is already shot for the night, it's 2am and I haven't slept yet, so may as well try and save hubby more torture. So I whisk her outside and walk her vigorously up and down the living room and kitchen. Nothing. Even in my arms she's wiggling non-stop. That's obviously not working so I squirrel us away to a dark corner of the couch and basically keep her captive til she's so bored she falls asleep. Finally at 3am I take her back to our room, put her in her crib and fall asleep myself. Til 3 hours later the blare of the alarm wakes me up and the cycle starts again.

Oh the joys.

Colour me Red

My hair is a mess! I have so many greys I think I could pass for girlie's grandma! And I haven't cut my hair in months. I asked my husband since the beginning of November to let me know an afternoon that he could pick up girlie from my mom's after work, so that I could be free to go do my hair. 3 weeks pass, and I look haggier and haggier by the day!! So I put my foot down last Thursday. "Honey, how's my hair looking? Kinda crappy right? That's cause you won't give me a chance to go do my hair!! Do you want to walk around with me looking like this? Isn't it embarrassing to you? I don't have to look at me, but you do, don't you wish I would do my hair?!? I'm going to the salon tomorrow, so pick up the baby after work!!!" That worked J He complained vehemently about my taking away is Friday evening when he was planning to go have some drinks with the boys but tough luck!

So finally I cut my hair, but I didn't have time or money to have the salon colour it, so I bought a beautiful Red Revlon ColorSilk Luminista.

                                                                                     

The nest day, Saturday, Hubby had to step out, and it was just little one and me at home. So I timed her, so that when she went down for her nap, I'd quickly colour my hair and have it washed out by the time she wakes up. Man (or Woman in this case) makes plans and God laughs!

After walking her vigorously throughout the house, then standing with her in front the fan and singing, she finally falls asleep. And the clock starts!!  I quickly read the instructions (I've coloured my hair thousands of times, but I MUST read the instructions first every time :-S Weird huh?) and get started. JUST as I finished applying all the colour to my hair I hear her screams! I freeze…what to do? Leave her? Maybe she'll fall back asleep…Pick her up? But what about the dye in my hair? And how will I ever wash it out with that little monkey attached to me? So I tried to leave her while my hair colour developed. But she bawled and screamed, and there was no way she was going back to sleep. So I dug through the dust incrusted cupboard under the sink and found a plastic shower cap, threw that on, and yanked her out the crib. Poor thing was sobbing by that time!!! Poor little darling! *sigh*

She was fascinated by the cap on my head, but happily she did not try to grab it off. So we played for the 30 minutes while the colour developed, but now it was crunch time, time to wash out my hair. What to do with the squirming wiggly little thing? *Ping!!* I know what to do! So I drag her highchair into my very tiny bathroom, grab some baby snacks and BINGO! Plop her into her chair right in front the shower (the bathroom's really tiny, so there's no other choice anyway), leave the shower curtains open while I bathe and feed her puffs. She's most amused to watch the red flow out my hair, and sits back with her snacks and takes in the scene. Amazingly she actually sat quietly for the whole thing, just screaming up at me when she was ready for more puffs.

Lol, it worked out well! A mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do to get through!

Started Solids

It's been such a long time since I posted, so this is a long post! Be warned!! :-)

She’s going to be 29 Weeks old tomorrow, she’s about 6.75 months old. She’s getting so big so fast! I can’t believe how fast it passes…more than half a year old!

She’s been exclusively breastfeed for the first 6 months, and on her 6^th month birthday she had her very first “solid”! Happy Bellies Oatmeal cereal. She loves it at first, she really enjoyed that meal. After that first day though, she was neither here nor there about it. I didn’t push the issue and feed it to her every day. But by now, mom has taken over feeding cereal to her every morning. To me, it’s not a necessary food, I’d rather feed real foods! Like Apple! That was the next feed we’ve given her…but not as baby food, it was a proper rectangular slice of apple that she held on to and sucked the dear life out of. She loved it!

I’ve given her a couple of pieces since then, she loves sucking it…I think she’s had like 4 pieces total. Yesterday may have been the last time I give her for a while…I’m not sure I’m ready for this Baby Lead Weaning type feeding…she started gagging on a small piece of apple that must have gone down her throat, and as much as in my head I was saying “it’s ok, don’t panic, it’s just her natural reaction to something solid going down her throat, she’s not choking”, I PANICED and just about stuck my entire finger down her throat to see if anything was lodged in there! She was fine of course, but I wasn’t, and that was the end of the Apple….

Oh, she had a lick of a strawberry as the 3 thing she ever tasted. The inside of course, after I’d bitten it. That was so funny to see. I guess it’s very tangy, so her face was almost disgusted, but she kept going back to it to taste again J

Then on 10^th Aug I feed her her first puree. I really had grand intentions of feeding a vegetable first, following the theory that if she starts on fruits she may not like less sweet things like veggies. But I got to over-zealous, and there was a ripening Mango on the counter, so I did that for her. I just cut off a face, and strained it through a strainer/sieve. It was a Julie Mango, so not much fibers, all juicy mango goodness. Quick and easy to prepare.

I thought it was gonna blow her mind, I thought she’d love it….No big reaction. We feed her the mango once a day for 4 days 10^th – 13^th (I feed her Saturday 10^th, Sunday, and mom give her Monday and Tuesday). And all that time…no big excitement. Well, if MANGO doesn’t excite her, I have no real hope for her loving all the other things to come!!

Today I gave her Sweet Potato. I had baked it last night (50 mins in the oven at 350°) and when it was cooled, just scooped it out, mushed it up with a fork, but wasn’t satisfied, so threw it in a little food processor for a couple of minutes, then portioned out 1 big teaspoonful per contained. I wanted to be the one to feed it to her for the first time, so I didn’t send mummy any food for her. (I think she was very disappointed, but I’M the mom, so I don’t really care). So this evening when I was ready to feed her, I mixed in for breastmilk, and feed her. I think this was the most texture she’s ever experienced, and she was not impressed. She did a lot of gagging (no panic from momma this time!!) But we played through it, and I praised her a lot, and sang, and played, so in the end she eat a lot of it (almost almost all). I didn’t want the lumpiness and the gagging to leave her with a bad taste in her mouth (hehe, see what I did there?!?) so I tried to make things as happy and playful as possible. So all in all the sweet potatoes went well. And I’ll give mom to feed her more. I think I may feed her in the evening too, or maybe even feed her mango in the evening, I have some in the freezer I can give her. I can’t wait to start her on something else new!