Out the Window

I seem to have picked up a terrible habit recently. I'm starting to take more pride in Brynee's appearance than my own. I realize I rush through getting myself ready, half heartedly throwing some clothes together and depending on the day putting some make up on.

I sprint through my routine so I can pick out a cute outfit for her complete with matching hair bow and perhaps feet accessories depending on the weather. A cute outfit that she proceeds to get some sort of bodily fluid on in about 5 min flat. Jimmy tried to dress her the other day, hair bow and all. How many men do you know that take the time to pick out a hair bow for their baby? Anyway, I waited until he wasn't looking and fixed her bow (because of course it wasn’t at the right spot on her head and not on the right side.) and changed her outfit to a "better" one.

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I've found Brynlee seems to be a lot more fun to dress than I am these days. I'm still holding strong to that notion that I will not buy any new clothes until I'm back to my old size. Safe to say there are no new clothes in my closet. At this point I just prefer putting effort into dressing my child rather than myself.

While my worry over my appearance has gone out the window a bit, I'm not to the point where I sit in my pj's all day not showered and hair a complete mess. Not yet anyway. And it would be easy to do since I work from home and don't really see anyone but my baby and cat. I don’t think it matters to them too much what I’m wearing.

If I give into the temptation to not get dressed everyday I'm just one step closer to being one of those ladies who goes out in public in a mumu and curlers. I must resist!

Mob Mentality

I think I've seen Americans at their worst. Or close to their worst. I usually dread going shopping on Saturdays just because it's nuts. Now that I'm back to being a full time working woman, going in the middle of the day on a Tuesday is a luxury I no longer have.

So yesterday I trekked to Costco with Brynlee in tow. I met up with a couple of people there to get some shopping done. I think anyone who has been to Costco on a Saturday knows how ugly it can get.

It was ugly indeed. It seemed to get uglier as we made our way to the back of the store where the food was. And where the bite sized pieces of gold otherwise known as samples are handed out.

Either everyone who enters Costco hasn't eaten in 2 weeks or, we've got issues. I'm assuming the latter.

Grown adults pushing each other out of the way to get a bite of some sort of hummus dip to my left, two women fighting over the last rib sample to my right. An old man, literally ramming the lady in front of him with his cart to get a sample of an ice cream bar. Good grief.

What is wrong with us? Is this what we have come to as a society? I'm not one to make notes about people's physical state, but I'll just say that none of these people looked like they were going without meals. Quite the opposite in fact. It's like mob mentality was raging in Costco and it was all I could do to get out of there in once piece.

I felt like Rachel in the episode of Friends where they go to try to find Monica's wedding dress amongst a bunch of gown hungry bridezillas. Rachel ends up hiding in the middle of a clothing rack blowing a whistle....

There are people in third world countries who are lucky to get a "sample" size of food a day. And here we are physically hurting each other over some slices of goat cheese. Jeesh.

The way these people were acting I'm surprised they didn't grab Brynlee and throw her on a spicket to be enjoyed with BBQ sauce! I think it will be a loooong time before I go to Costco in the middle of a Saturday again.

I Wish I was a Little Bit Taller

That is a phrase I've never had to say. It looks like Brynlee will never have to say it either...

She is officially 3 months old! Jimmy being the wonderful husband that he is took her to her check up and to get her shots since I had to go to work. Her 2 month shots were delayed a bit because she was in the hoptial when she turned 2 months.

Jimmy said she did great. Here are her stats:

Weight: 12lbs 4oz, 50th percentile
Height: 25 and 1/2 inches! 90th percentile
HC: 39.4 cm (not sure what percentile that one is, but her head sure seems big!)

I knew she was tall, but jeez. No wonder her 3 month onsies are too short for her already. She keeps busting the snaps when I pick her up.

She is developing quite a personality now and it's super fun. I'm really beginning to enjoy being a mom. Not that it wasn't fun before, but now it's even more fun :)

Here she is with her new dolly. Her Nana and G-Pa gave it to her for her 3 month birthday.



Happy 3 months Brynlee Rose! It sure was better than her 2 month birthday, that is for sure!

Piece of Humble Pie

I was having one of those days today where I just felt sorry for myself. Sometimes I look at my life and think it's just not quite where I'd like it to be, and it's frustrating.

So, I though that I'd invite some friends over to play the game of Life. I love that game! In that game you can make a ton of money and just cruise along, picking up kids and winning Nobel peace prizes as you go. However, I appear to be in the minority though because I can never ever get anyone to play with me. Anyhow, after some convincing we set it up.

It was the worst game of Life I've ever played! I made the lowest salary the entire time, had no kids and had a crappy house as well. I think if you didn't automatically get married I'd probably have ended up alone! I didn't think it was possible for your actual life to be better than your life in the game, but mine sure is. It made me think about the complaining I've been doing and realize things could be much worse. I'm feeling better now and am back to appreciating what I have.

Who knew losing at a game could make you feel so much better? :)

What a Difference

I was thinking about how much my life has changed since Brynlee made her appearance. I knew it was going to be different, but I don't think you really know how different until you are living it.

I used to think the three greatest inventions were:

1.debit/credit cards
2.cell phones
3.cars

Now I think they are:

1. Epidurals
2. pacifiers/ disposable diapers ( there is a tie for 2nd place in my mind)
3. baby swings


How did women raise children back before all this stuff? It boggles my mind. Guess I wasn't meant to live in the 1800's or something.

For 2 nights in a row, Brynlee has slept through the night. On Monday night she went to bed at 10pm and woke up at 7am. Last night, she went to bed at 8pm and slept until 7am. I'm not going to get too excited about this yet, because it really seems to good to be true.

She is also now eating way more at one time. Thus I think the sleeping through the night. I'm not sure how her little tummy holds it all, but she started eating about 8oz before bed! Who knows. I think I'll just appreciate it while it lasts though.

Tomorrow I officially go back to work. I'm going to be honest and say that I'm really excited. I know, it's kind of strange. I'm nervous too, but I'm excited as well. I feel more productive when I'm working. Despite the fact that baby rearing is definitely a full time job. When I'm working at least I have a pay check to show for it!

FREEDOM!!!

We are free at last! Whew. It's strange to be here and have all the family in one house. Me, Jimmy, Brynlee, Robbie, Mitzie. We are all here!

Brynlee had a hearing test today, and she passed! Such a relief. We still need to pass the neurological exam to be out of the woods, but atleast we are 1/2 way there.

Bringing Brynlee home was like bringing a newborn home all over again. Except this newborn was a lot more alert and weighs a lot more...11 lbs 2 oz!! Good greif. Tank Baby indeed. I'm not sure how far back babies can remember, but I don't think it's 2 weeks. So it was like Brynlee was seeing the outside world all over again. She was in awe!

They made me take a wheelchair all the way down from my room to my car too. So stupid! I didn't just give birth, and my baby is 2 months old! We are capable of walking down to the car. But it's their policy. So they are wheeling me along and everyone we pass is telling me "congratulations" and stuff. Thanks I guess? I look at my seemingly giant child ( she is getting close to double her birth weight now) and think if I had to give birth to a baby this big I would have died. Literally. Bless those people who push out those 10 and 11 lb babies!

Being the even more paranoid mom that I am, I decided not to get Brynlee her vaccines right away. I just didn't feel right about it. So we re scheduled those for a few weeks from now, once her little body has had some time to recoup.

Funny that a little while ago I couldn't stand being in my house. All it took was a 2 week hospital stay to get me saying "There is no place like home!"