Freaky Fridays

Happy Friday everyone! For me, I'll be happy once it's over. It's always the most hectic day of the week. It's the only day that we have a sitter for Wyatt. I do a baby swap with my friend Stephanie. I watch her lil' lady about every other Wednesday and she watches Wy on Fridays. Every Friday morning consists of packing up the diaper bag, getting bottles ready, making sure Baby Wy gets a nap in (can't have him being cranky), trying to shower and get ready for the day, grabbing my pump for work with all it's accessories, feeding the dog and running out the door fingers crossed I don't forget anything. It is a really quite the production. I sometimes try to get most of what I need together the night before so I can breathe a little easier come morning.

Are things like schedules and diaper duty things that make you look old and tired after a while? I came home last night and Kevin told me the neighbor said he looked fifteen years older now that he has a kid.  First of all, ouch. But does his comment have any validity? Do you age suddenly overnight  and become revolting to be around to those that don't have children? It sometimes feel like that in the city. There are a lot of adults around that will never grow up. I mean I think I used to be that person who had no patience, especially for kids. I used to wince every time I heard a little one scream and now I turn around to cheer them on for expressing themselves. I guess then naturally comes the second question. Should I join a mommy group? I heard of one called Golden Gate Mother's Group. The pro to this would be so I could connect with like minded women and get our kids together but the ehh about this would be that I am afraid I would feel like a complete alien amongst them. Hmmm...We'll sit on this one a little bit longer.

While He's Napping...

The last four days have been very nice and oddly relaxing. Wyatt has put himself down for a nap everyday between noon and 1pm each afternoon and has slept for a good couple hours. I would like to take credit for this, but he is the one voicing when he needs to go down. It's never really a dramatic cry but a scratching of the ears and a perma-frown until you feed him to sleep. Yesterday he woke up quickly after about an hour or so and I picked him up and brought him over to the couch. I guess he was more comfortable there because he continued to nap there propped up on his lil' giraffe for another hour and a half. Yay! A win for me. Speaking of sleep, let's all admire these beautiful fabrics for children by Lulu deKwiatkowski. Some of them kind of remind me of the line drawings I used to doodle in my sketchbook. It's a nice way to do novelty prints without being too childish. I a little more unexpected than the norm.  Light and airy without being too desperate.

        

       

        

        

       

Pretty Lil' Things

Just a couple  things that have caught my eye.

1. Grey Oil Jars

2. Blythe Blouse in Bright Sun

3. Natural Tree Stump Side Table

4. Gold Wishbone

5. Limestone Soap Dish

6. Georgette Lace Dress

7. Arizona Necklace

8. Pyrite Cluster

9. Sophie The Giraffe

Poor Wy

Yesterday I was so shocked about the teeth Wy is growing that I forgot to tell you the poor little man had to get his shots. Four of them. As a mother, it is really hard to see them in pain. They just look at you in agony as if to say "why would you do this to me?". I don't know how you feel about vaccines. I am not one hundred percent sold that they don't come without risks but being proactive against some deadly diseases that are preventable through vaccination seems better than the latter. I feel like all the talk has drowned out the benefits. So his four month check up included the DTaP, Hib, Polio, the pneumococcal, and rotavirus vaccines. The nurses were awesome. They have it down to a science. They get the shots ready (four, and one oral) and the two of them inject him simultaneously to minimize the pain and the tears. It's all of three seconds and done. Afterwards I get to love him and make him forget it ever happened. Poor guy. What a trooper.

Speechless

Wyatt had his four month check up this morning. I was excited to find out where he stood amongst the ranks as far as height and weight and why not, head circumference (seems unnecessary, some people just have big heads - like celebrities for example). So far all is great. He weighs in at 15 lbs. 3 oz and is exactly right in the middle of the pack but he measures 25.4 inches long which means he is a tall boy and in the 75th percentile for height. I thought it was weird his feet hit were hitting the floor when he is in his baby walker. I mean the little man has already started using his feet to scoot backwards in it and it is causing me to panic a little. I wouldn't be mad if Wy was one of the last to start walking and our home has yet to be child proofed (do I really have to put away all my little favorite things?). 

I was hoping he would ease me into this toddler stage but I'm pretty sure he's on the fast road to becoming a man and moving out. This biggest shocker of the day is that the doctor told me he has teeth coming in. Excuse me?!?! He's only four months, how is that possible. Just when I think I finally have this breastfeeding conundrum all figured out your going to add teeth into the equation? I'm like a deer in headlights. I'm speechless. What happened to that little newborn I gave birth to? Is that phase already over. I'm not ready for what's next. I just want to savor everything that's happened. I feel like I haven't had  enough time to absorb the present. Too much to fast!

Black Eye Monday

It happened on Saturday and was the icing on the cake for what I think has been one of the worst weeks since the baby was born. Wyatt woke up so early on Saturday and we were not ready to get out of bed at six am. I was on three hours of sleep so we put Baby Wy at the end of the bed on his ocean play mat and suddenly Lola came out of nowhere and leaped on the bed. This, obviously freaked out Kevin so he pushed the dog out of the way and she landed on top of me. To boot, Kevin realized what he did and grabbed her foot to pull her away and the dogs claws clenched on to my face. Viola, and now I have a black eye.

Hopefully this week will be better than the last. Last week I got a parking ticket, my mother in law broke her foot while she was visiting us, I got lost in the ghetto of Oakland with the baby and without cash for the toll to get across the bridge back into the city. My dog Lola had diarrhea and got sick all over the rug in our bedroom, I was hung over after date night (I absolutely cannot drink like the old days, but I tried.) and had an extremely annoying weekend at work. I did manage to squeeze in a lil' pool time at our friends house in Foster City and throughout the week there were a couple photo ops that seemed to present themselves. One of them NOT being my black eye.

Hope these make you smile...Happy Monday! It's going to be a great week!

Pool time

Dylan and Wyatt talking politics

Kevin and Wyatt at his first Sf Giants baseball game

I love bell bottoms

 

I got these images from thesartorialist.com a long time ago and I am still obsessed with the chic french women rocking these amazing jeans. My love for this style began in middle school when I coveted a pair of vintage cheryl Tieg jeans that I had bought at a Las Vegas resale shop. I thought I was very cool. There's something about the cut of bell bottoms that elongate the leg and make me feel very skinny. I also get to hide the monstrous calves that I've inadvertently created through years. One of my calves is so large I have nicknamed her Gloria. She is slightly larger than the other and I like to keep her hidden. 

So I am scraping my pennies up to save for a new pair of jeans and just can't shake my desire for some new bell bottomish ones. I am trying to avoid shopping online today and most every other day of the week but I've been working out very aggressively since Baby Wy was born and it might be time to reward myself. I am finally within two pounds of pre-wy weight! Yay! I have to be honest, I just don't feel like myself with more to love but I'm so close. I'm almost there and when I  drop those last lbs there will probably be a few less dollars in our bank account. Sorry Kevin, Mama's gotta look good!  

Plant, cat, dog, baby

After you get married people almost immediately start asking you when you'll start having kids. As of last year we had been entertaining the thought but I just couldn't commit to "trying". On a subconscious level however, we had been setting ourselves up for it all along. It started with Wolfgang the cat when we first moved to San Francisco. I begged Kevin to let me have him even though he's slightly allergic. I was lonely when Kevin went to work. He was working the overnight at a hotel downtown and their employees were on strike so he was working 15 hour days.  I was so far away from my friends and family in a strange city and had nothing to do. I wanted us to have something to come home to. I needed something to depend on me and the kitchen plant was not enough. So Wolfgang became our first baby and it was the three of us for years. We adopted him from a shelter that had planted themselves in front of a Starbucks one day. He's been so easy and perfect. Leave some food in a dish,give him fresh water and a clean litter box and he's a happy camper. Rub his belly and he'll be your best friend forever. We could even sneak away for a weekend away without feeling too guilty. 

Last year I started planting the seed in Kevin's head that I wanted a dog. We had recently moved into a new, slightly larger apartment located a block away from Golden Gate Park. It became  impossible to walk down the street without seeing an adorable four legged friend wagging it's tail. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have one. I convinced him to go to the SPCA one afternoon to "look" and ended up walking out with a three month old Shepard mix whom we call Lola. One month later we found out I was pregnant.  

Having a puppy in the city is like having a kid. Although having a three month old puppy at home when your trying to wrap your head around being pregnant is a bit of a challenge, it certainly helped ease us into parenthood. Lola would wake us up at two and four in morning needing us to take her down three flights of stairs to empty her small bladder. Then she would start running around chasing the cat and barking at six ready to start her day. We had to take her out all the time and reward her for peeing outside because trying to teach her that peeing in the house was not ok was impossible. There's a slight disconnect when you can't just open your back door and let them out. That was fun during my first trimester. I definitely had thoughts of dropping her back off at the spca. But she has taught us patience, made us more responsible and has added more love, laughter and...chaos in our lives.  So thanks for breaking us in Lola. Your going to be a killer best friend for Baby Wy. 

I had a Baby

I HAD A BABY. Yes, the least maternal woman on the planet had a baby on December 22, 2011 and I am so in love with the little peanut. I have to be honest though, It's taken me a while to come around. I sometimes wonder who I am and what happened to the old me. She's gone and this new kinder more neurotic has replaced her. Sometimes I wake up and miss my old self but I am finally appreciating all the nuances of my pregnancy (now that it's over...weird.), the "miracle" of birth and the extreme highs and the intense but very private lows of the after birth. It's been such a journey and my reaction and utter devotion to our newest addition has stunned me the most. It's a journey that I now want to document and share with others, especially others like me that may be walking into motherhood with the same caution and the utter fear that I have. Maybe we can share stories or maybe you might read a post and think that I am crazy and laugh or relate to me and think you aren't as crazy as you thought. I have so much to share and am already so behind in telling the story of our son, Wyatt. OHH why Wy...did I wait so long to share you?