Hair raising stuff

Y’all, I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere in the past few months my baby got hair.

In case you need a refresher, this is what A looked like a couple months ago:


And this is what she looks like as of this morning:

Nothing good comes of this look.

Nothing good comes of this look.

(Sorry it’s blurry, it’s hard to capture something that is perpetually in motion.)

It’s like it just sprouted up over night. My bald little baby now has enough hair for barrettes and cow licks. I’m not complaining; I was born with a ton of hair, and I always hoped my babies would have the same genes. I’m happy she’s getting more hair, but it’s also a little sad. She’s starting to look less and less like a baby. The differences in what she looked like at seven months and what she looks like now at nine months are pretty astounding.

It’s not just her hair, although that is definitely the most noticeable part, but she has also hit a major growth spurt recently. She’s just…bigger. And constantly moving. Don’t get me wrong, I love that she is healthy and growing and thriving and has hair, but I do miss my snugly little baby.

She does look pretty freaking cute with bows in her hair, though.

Achievement Unlocked

We had a rather exciting weekend. We ran errands, went to the circus, and A crawled for the first time.

Yes, you read that correctly. Baby A is now mobile. Kind of.

She is doing this army crawl/lunge/scoot thing that is almost too funny for words. She’ll get up on her knees, rock once or twice, lunge forward, then kind of drag herself some. Then she’ll kind of lay there and smack the floor and “talk” at you for a minute before she repeats the process. She doesn’t go anywhere fast yet, but she is getting the hang of it.

It was so exciting. The not so fun part of being a working mom is you often miss things. I was really worried she was going to crawl for the first time while I was at work, and I would hear all about it from her teachers. But my child is a lot like me in many ways, including her desire to please her mama, and she waited until the weekend to hit this milestone.

I have only caught her on camera once, on my iPhone, and the quality once transferred to my computer is really awful. I’m hoping at some point this week I’ll be able to get her on the Flip Cam so I can post my first video post of my now mobile baby.

An infinite summer

Today is the first official day of Summer. I say first “official day” because it has felt like Summer for some time now here. (Seriously weather, it’s only June. Let’s take it back a bit otherwise we’ll all be dead by August.)

Today also makes A nine months old. This means in three short months it will be two things: The last official day of Summer and her very first birthday.

When I was in school, I fervently looked forward to summer every year. And I always hoped they would be infinite. Summer seemed full of endless potential; you never knew what possibilities were in store. There was something almost magical about it. Even the monotony that eventually developed was exciting. At least it was different. At least there was the option of something else happening.

Now that I am an adult, summer is just like the rest of the year, except hotter. It has lost the magic quality it used to have. It just kind of drones on. I find myself anxiously waiting for the start of fall, which brings cooler weather, cuter clothes, and football.

This year, though, I find myself feeling nostalgic and hoping this summer will pass slowly. It is the last three months of babyhood for my little girl, and at the end of this summer, she will be a toddler, in a completely different phase of her life. It’s a bittersweet feeling, knowing this incredible thing of having a baby is almost over. So here’s to hoping this summer is an infinite one, and maybe full of magic, too.

A day in the life of Hot Shot Mama

Being a working mom, I don’t get asked “What do you do all day?” much, if ever. People assume–correctly–that I am working, and therefore the question is unnecessary. However, the question I do get asked is “How do you do it everyday?” The answer is keeping to a schedule and prioritizing.

I have my days down to a science now, which is necessary since I’m basically a single mom at the moment. Since I don’t currently have an extra pair of hands on deck, I need to schedule everything perfectly to make sure things go smoothly. Of course there are hiccups, and sometimes things go off veering off course, but we mostly run like a well oiled machine. Here’s what a typical day looks like in my life:

5:00AM– Alarm goes off. Hit snooze button.

5:20AM– Actually get out of bed, brush teeth, etc.

5:25AM– Make coffee and breakfast, try to enjoy leisurely but end up scarfing it down anyway

5:35AM– Make A’s bottles for the day. I usually mix up 20-24 ounces of formula in a container which is enough for four bottles, one to start the morning and three for daycare.

5:45AM– Get half dressed (change tops) and do hair/make up.

6:00AM– Wake up A, get some morning cuddles and kisses, and change her diaper.

6:05AM– Give A her morning bottle. Try to beat level 88 on Candy Crush. Inevitably use all lives and give up.

6:30AM– Finish getting ready for work, get A dressed and changed again if needed.

6:40AM– Get my lunch and snacks for work together while A plays on the floor.

6:50AM– Out the door!

7:00AM– Drop A off at daycare.

7:15AM– Arrive at work. I’m usually the first person there, so I head straight to the break room and make a pot of coffee. I stare at it until it’s done brewing. I enjoy my second and last cup of caffeine for the day while perusing my email and figuring out if I’m going to have a pleasant day or headache inducing day.

7:30AM– Actually start working.

10:30AM– Enjoy my, by this time, much anticipated morning snack of a banana slathered with peanut butter or greek yogurt.

12:00PM– Lunch time! I usually bring veggies and hummus or veggie pasta salad or chicken and hummus in a pita. Think about calling daycare to check on A but decide she is doing fine and don’t.

1:00PM– Back to work. Text John to tell him how I’m ready for it to be five.

3:00PM– Afternoon snack, some kind of fruit or veggie I can easily pop in my mouth.

4:00PM– Seriously, how is not five yet?

4:30PM– Stare at the clock. I’m pretty sure it’s slowed down or completely stopped working.

4:45PM– Slowly start packing up my things.

5:00PM– Yay! It’s time to go get my baby!

5:15PM– Curse Baton Rouge’s horrible rush hour traffic.

5:25PM– The best part of my day! Pick up A from daycare and get the worlds biggest smile and cuddle from my sweet girl.

5:40PM– Get home, change A, put away leftover food, etc.

6:00PM– Dinner time for A. Her dinner varies depending on what I have in the fridge, but it’s usually heavy on the veggies and fruits.

6:30PM– Get cleaned up and in jimjams. Most nights she just gets a washcloth wipe down since she has eczema issues.

6:45PM– Time for A’s evening bottle. I pop the slowest flow nipple I can find on there to make her super drowsy. Works like a charm almost everytime.

7:15PM– Cuddles, prayers, songs, and good night kisses. A is out like a light as soon as I put her in her crib.

7:20PM– Mama’s dinner time. I throw something together and have bites in between folding laundry or doing dishes.

7:45PM– Actually sit down and try to unwind some by mindlessly watching something on Netflix while trying to beat freaking Level 88 again.

8:30PM– Putter around and get any chores that need to get done done, like putting away laundry or starting a new load of clothes and washing A’s bottles. Also if I am editing and posting a blog post that evening, this is when I do it usually.

9:00PM– Start to feel tired. Go take a hot shower.

9:30PM– Play more Candy Crush or read a book on my iPad until I’m tired enough to sleep.

10:00PM– Bedtime

If this day seems long, it’s because it is. Most days by the time I’m in bed I can hardly keep my eyes open, so there isn’t much reading or candy crushing going on. Right now, everyday feels like a marathon. Soon, we’ll be able to get back to a less exhausting schedule. I just have to keep running until we can get there.

How low can you go

It’s funny how sometimes all it takes is one little thing for you to totally lose it.

Last week was a really bad week. I was sick for most of it, my manager went out of town leaving me to run the office for half of it, on top of which work was just insanely crazy, and I knew this week wasn’t going to be much different. I got yelled at a lot by clients. As a result, I was pretty run down this past weekend.

I put A to bed last night, like always, and she went down relatively easily, like always. About 20 minutes after going down, I heard her start screaming. Terrified she had managed to hurt herself, I rushed into her room to find her sitting up in her crib, something she had previously been unable to do. I picked her up, and she immediately quieted down and went into playtime mode. She had napped heavily late that afternoon, so I figured she just wasn’t ready for bed yet. I let her play for a little while, then tried to put her back to bed.

It didn’t take long to figure out it was not going to happen. She screamed every time I put her down and immediately sat up. I was getting flustered. I couldn’t just leave her to cry like I usually did, because I was afraid she would catapult herself out of the crib. I needed to lower the mattress.

How difficult could it be?

Apparently, pretty freaking difficult. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what I needed to do. Under normal circumstances, it probably wouldn’t have been Such. A. Big. Thing. But exhausted, still feeling sick, and with a crying baby, I just lost it.

I mean, completely lost it. Like sobbing hysterically on the floor of my child’s room. A was crying, I was crying. We were both big fat messes. I gave up and decided A would just have to sleep with me. This meant I had to listen to her cry while I quickly took a shower and got ready for bed myself. By the time I had her settled down and falling asleep, my head was pounding from all the sobbing. Hers and mine.

It was the first time since John left that I let myself break down. It was the first time I really allowed myself to wallow in self pity about how hard it’s been since he moved. I know there are plenty of single moms out there who do what I am doing every day all day with no foreseeable end in sight, but I am tired of it. I’m ready to have my family together again. I’m ready to have my husband back again.

I’m ready for some freaking help with lowering the crib mattress, among other things.

For what it’s worth, I did figure it out this evening. After a little help from my good friend Google, I lowered the mattress by myself. And while it was empowering, knowing I can do this all by myself, I’d still rather do it with John.

Developmental roadblock

A is at a point in infancy where she is really close to being able to do certain things: Pull her self up into a sitting position, crawl, and completely self-feed. She is on the cusp of these developmental milestones. Close, but not totally there yet.

At eight and a half months old, I know a lot of babies are already doing these things. I’m not about to compare my baby to those babies, I know every child develops at different paces. It doesn’t really even bother me she isn’t doing these things (except maybe the feeding thing, it would be nice if more than one out of every five Cheerios she tried to get in her mouth actually made it there). I actually joke she can take as long as she wants to crawl–packing and baby proofing just don’t seem like they’ll mix well.

But someone is rather frustrated at this lack of development over the past few weeks. And that someone is A.

A wants to crawl so badly. She wants to be able pull herself up, and she wants to be able to get all those little Os in her mouth. I can tell how frustrated she is in the way she cries while sitting down, leaning forward to try to get to whatever is out of her reach. I can tell by how she struggles to sit up when she accidently lets herself get on her back. I can tell by how she furrows her brow and concentrates so hard while her fingers chase her food around her tray.

She’s close, so close, but just not there yet. I know she’ll get there, and soon, but it’s not like you can explain that to a baby. I’m sure all the mamas of mobile babies are mentally yelling at me to enjoy it while I can. Pretty soon I’ll be on a constant loop of “Stay out of the cat food!” and “Don’t pull her tail!” so I should enjoy my last few weeks of non-mobility while it lasts.

Now if only I could tell her that.

Dear Amelia {eight months}


Dear Amelia,

Holy cow, you’re eight months old! You are growing so rapidly, I’m trying hard not to blink because I don’t want to miss anything.

This past month has brought on a lot of changes. You cut your first tooth, went on your first plane trip, went out of state for the first time, met tons of relatives, and you are now really close to learning how to crawl. I get a kick out of watching you flounder trying to figure out how to move your arms and legs to go. Don’t worry, you’ll get there soon enough and will be wreaking havoc on the whole house, especially the cats.

The biggest change (for both of us) has been adapting to life sans Daddy. It’s been difficult for both of us, but pretty soon we’ll be gearing up for the biggest change ever: Moving to Indianapolis! I can’t wait to take you on this adventure. If there is one thing your Daddy and I love, it’s seeing new places. We definitely want to instill that love in you.

Amelia, you are definitely my daughter. You inherited my eyes and my love to be the center of attention. And let’s not forget our mutual love of talking. You love to hear your own voice! And we all do, it’s the sweetest sound in the world. You are bright and inquisitive. You love to “read” books and be sang to. You have a couple new favorite games to play, too: “Let’s pass Amelia back and forth” in which you get handed from one person to another, and “Let’s pull everything out of this bag” in which you find a bag and pull everything out of it. I actually really like this one, it keeps you occupied while I do other things, like get dressed or eat.

You are getting prettier by the day. You have the biggest, bluest eyes and the most adorable smile in the world. The best part of my day is picking you up from daycare and getting the biggest smile in the world while you practically fall out of whatever you’re in trying to get to me. It makes my heart melt to know you love me almost as much as I love you.

It’s hard to believe in four short months you will be one whole year old. I keep willing time to slow down, but it just seems to be going by faster and faster. Every time I see a little girl, I wonder what you will be like at that age. You are the world’s best baby, I’m so incredibly blessed to be able to watch you grow up.

I love you times infinity forever.