My little girl is laughing so much! I love love LOVE to hear her giggle. And I especially love to feel her little body when she laughs, and feel her breath on my cheek.
I took SIL's son to Judo practice today. It started as DBF's trying to stay close with her sons, and ended up with me taking little jake every monday all the way to Santa Monica. But in all honesty, I like going, cause the owners' wives just loooooove little PK.
And the weather's been so freaking hot, we all sat outside today, playing with the poo. There is another mom who has a three week old, so it was baby central this evening. I kissed my baby, and she squealed with laughter. I did it again, and she laughed and snorted! She had all of us laughing and laughing as she was getting loud kisses to her little butt chin and neck.
Not only did my daughter inherit my rapid-fire eight-in-a-row sneezes, but she also caught my laugh-snorts. Not exactly my favorite personal traits, but how can they not be adorable on a three month old?
Oh, speaking of, it was Paisley's three month birthday yesterday! My mom sent us a sweater that she knitted. So pretty! I just hope that she'll be able to wear it before she gets too big. I'll just have to save it for when we get too cold in air conditioned businesses, I guess.
I'd like to post some pictures, but I somehow cannot figure out how to make photobucket work for me anymore.
A movie that I did effects makeup for was written up in a really big magazine. My name is in it and everything! It's a huge accomplishment. But, it's a bit bittersweet, as I'm not working anymore. So, people see that I'm in it, and ask me about it, and how my career's going, blah blah, blah.......
It would be wonderful, and get me tons of recognition to help my career, but...... Daaaah well. I'm much happier doing what I'm doing now.
Am I even making sense anymore? It's quite late. I'm feeling pretty zombieish at the moment.
ETA: I think it's super cute that my mom remembers all of PK's monthly birthdays.
My little girl has started sleeping through the night again! Whew! She's not quite back up to her ten hours, yet, but six-seven in a row is good for me!
I have a real-life pregnant friend! You have no idea how much this means to me. I've been feeling really..... isolated. It seems that since I've gotten pregnant, my friends in this city have fallen of the face of the earth. Just goes to show the type of people I was hanging out with to begin with, I suppose.
Anyhow, I when I first moved to LA, I went to school for special effects, and made a friend there. We didn't stay close after graduation, because she lives an hour away, and didn't drive, because she didn't know how to drive in the US. But we always liked each other. She recently contacted me on myspace, and we hung out last weekend. I was so happy, I was going to cry!
She's due to have her little boy early next month. She met Paisley, and got to hold her. DBF took the cutest picture of them together. She and PK are staring at each other, and PK's tiny hand is rubbing my friend's big mama belly.
We're going to her baby shower on Saturday. How fun is shopping for a little baby?? I never did it for mine, cause our shower pretty much took care of everything that we needed. So, needless to say, DBF and I found tons of cute stuff, and bought almost as much for PK as we did for the new little boy.
Still, though, girl stuff is so much more fun than boy stuff.
I still can't get photobucket to work for me. I would love to be posting tons of pics.
Well, thank goodness, the little one has started sleeping through the night again. It's been consistent for the past two weeks, so I think (hope!) it's going to stick.
Mother's day was great. Nothing special, really, just breakfast and errands. PK needed to eat as soon as we got to the restaurant, so I fed her, then got to drink champagne for breakfast. DBF held her the whole time, even though she fell asleep almost immediately. He loves cuddling with her. It's so cute. I actually got a little weepy watching them, to be honest.
Then we ended up having to kill some time at the mall, so we visited Tiffany's. Just to look. I think it's cute that he wants me to look at engagement rings and practically pick one out, but emphasize to me constantly that he "hasn't asked me yet."
And now, I've gotten a bit of the wedding bug. I've heard that every girl has planned their wedding since they were a little girl, but I was never one of those people. But now that it's actually becoming a reality for me, I can't stop looking at sparkly diamond rings. It makes me feel a little materialistic, to be honest.
My little girl has this new thing, where she pokes out her little tongue. She does it as she makes noises, or when she's saying hi to me, or when she's just sitting there, content. Sometimes she sticks her fingers in her mouth and grabs it. Sometimes, I'll stick my tongue out back at her, and we'll do it back and forth, like a little conversation. I wonder if that's a sign that she's teething?
After our bad night last night, I'm really agonizing over our decision not to use a pacifier.
I never wanted to use one, because I see them getting over used all the time, and it makes me sad. I would hate to find myself using it to keep her quiet, rather than helping her to fix what is wrong. Plus, my daughter is so beautiful, why would I want to cover up her pretty mouth with a piece of plastic? And, I figure if she learns to suck on her thumb/fingers there's nothing for her to drop on the ground at a grocery store, or be forgotten at home, or that I'd have to wake up and put back into her mouth in the middle of the night.
With that being said, my little pooper HAS NOT learned to suck on her fingers. At night, I just nurse her back to sleep, and we've never had a problem. But now that her tummy's getting bigger, and she goes for longer periods without eating, that's not always an option.
Last night, though, DBF came home and woke her up. Not a big deal, she sometimes will rouse a little, then put herself back to sleep. But DBF made it happy playtime, and she woke up fully, smiling and wanting to play. Long story short, I ended up staying up with her till five in the morning. Then we finally fell asleep on the floor in her room (the one that never gets used.)
She's never done that! Is my problem that I'm not letting her learn to fall asleep on her own? Or does she really have a need to suck that I'm not fulfilling for her?
You can tell that I'm running on just an hour or two of sleep, can't you?
Should I get her a paci, or no?
In other news, our cloth diaper stash is almost complete! I'm just waiting for seven more to come in the mail, and then I won't have to do diaper loads every day! And I can completely stop using sposies. The guilt is killing me. Every time I use a plastic diaper, I think about the chemicals I'm putting on her little butt, and how long that thing is going to take to disintegrate. We use the bioegradable dipes, but I really don't believe that they can break down that easily.
She weighs just over twelve pounds, and is 25 1/4" long. I thought she would be at LEAST fifteen pounds. She sure feels like it. Twelve pounds was a shock to us.
Nothing else to report from the pedi, I guess. She's a happy, healthy girl.
We have been having a rough time breastfeeding for the past few weeks, though. Just for the past few days, finally, she has let me feed her while sitting up. Otherwise, it's kicking and screaming, and lying down to feed.
But finally, thankfully, it's getting better. It was so totally frustrating to have to worry about finding a safe place to feed her. We were barely leaving the house, in fear that I'd end up having to lie down in the grocery store or something.
We went to a wedding at the beach this week. It was totally cute, just a little private ceremony, then cake and champagne on the sand after.
DBF and I both have gotten quite fed up with other people's opinions on how to raise our child. Some of our neighbors think I'm totally freaky. Having a homebirth was just the beginning. To one of our neighbors, especially, I am just so confusing. You'd think that she'd stop trying to give me advice by now.
She told me to not feed PK lying down. Not to give in to her, because "You're the boss." That's just so wrong to me. If my baby needs for me to feed her in a certain way, I trust that there's a reason for that. I'm sure she's not doing it just to upset me. That seems just too bizarre to me, this mentality that our babies are manipulative little creatures that need to be controlled. If I wanted my life to be run completely by my needs, I wouldn't have had a baby in the first place.
Then her husband tells DBF, "Iris is a trip. It's pretty cool." I think what he means is, he likes how I get his wife all worked up. It's entertaining for him!
Well, little baby girl has noticed our eating. She gets completely silent and still, and just watches us. She knows there's something good going on, she just can't quite figure it out, yet.
She's getting quite muscly, too. Her little arms have some nice definition. Even her legs, though still rollie, have muscles, too! It's so cute. And no wonder, she is an almost constant kicker and roller. Well, unless we're eating or carrying her, that is.
My BFF is coming into town tonight!
We're going to be driving around a lot, so hopefully the babe will be happy to let me feed her sitting up.
We're going to a wedding next month. It's a black tie event. I don't have any sort of dress to wear. I have to buy one. Kind of annoying, since I can pretty confidently say that I won't be going to another black-tie event anytime soon. And the bride requested that none of the guests wear white or gold. Is that some sort of wedding tradition that I don't know about, or is she seriously worried about one of her guests trying to steal her glory? Or maybe she wants the photos of the wedding guests to look a certain way?
And isn't the tradition of the bride wearing white at her wedding reserved for virgins? I'm not one to talk, obviously, but..... Ok, I'll be nice.
This weekend, too, we're going to a wedding reception. Well, it's the same couple whose ceremony we went to last week, but it does seem that there are weddings all around us.
I'm very much aware of how precious these days are. I'm having the time of my life. This little pooper is so special to me. I wonder if every mom feels the way that I do about their child. I am just so much in awe of her. She seems so intelligent, so aware. There is always something going on in that little head of hers. Strangers tell us, all the time, how alert she is, especially for her age.
My little girl was so much fun today. We went to the beach with my BFF and her brother, and her friend with his wife and two year-old. We just hung around, talking baby stuff, grown-up stuff, and enjoying the sun. The two year-old's dad was so excited that she had gone poop in her potty last night, that he took tons of photos of it. Not photos of her on the little pottie, but of her actual little girl poop. He passed them around, which was actually pretty funny. Poo poo doesn't bother me one bit anymore. Which is a good thing, considering how much of it I have to deal with on a daily basis.
The wedding reception tonight was lots of fun. It was at this ridiculously gigantic mansion in the Pacific Palisades. It has been turned into this sort of German artists's compound. So we talked to lots of Germans, ate good food and wine, and wished our friends well. There were quite a few people in the same field as us (well, that I used to be) so we had lots to talk about.
My DBF is a total homebirth advocate! I love it! He just really knows what he's talking about, and I'm so proud of him. Whenever it comes up, he just jumps right in, talking about how wonderful it is, and practically convincing everyone he meets to have one for themself.
I, on the other hand, usually keep quiet about it, wishing not to offend anyone. Most women I meet say something along the lines of, "well, I think a homebirth would be great, but I'm so glad I was in a hospital for my last birth, because of (enter birth complication here)" How can I argue with someone who feels like they did the right thing for their child?
He's helped a few women make the decision to homebirth, now. And this is all from a man who was utterly, completely, against it in the beginning.
We have a tooth! Make that two teeth! And they're sharp little rocks, too! My little goober has been so mouthy lately, I finally stuck my finger in there while she was in the bath the other day. I found a little tooth! The next day, when I looked again, I saw another one, right next to it!
I'm telling you, amber teething necklaces are the best. She didn't seem to be in pain at all. She was sticking her hands and blankets in her mouth a lot, but that's it. No fussiness, sleeplessness (is that a word?), or tears that I keep hearing babies go through when they're teething.
People don't realize that her beads are on her for a reason. They just think I like to put jewelry on my infant.
We have this awesome situation that may come to us. I'll not go into detail right now, but it entails us making money, and living in a huge house for FREE. We have a high chance of getting it, and we'll know tomorrow. I'm trying my hardest not to get my hopes up, but how can I not?? If we get it, it means that we'll be able to save enough money to put a down payment on a house sometime before PK has kids of her own.
Here I go, getting all excited again.
We took PK on her first plane ride, and she did wonderfully. We were very impressed with her. It was only an hour each way, but still. She nursed, and fell right to sleep, pretty much. We tagged along on one of Daddy's business trips.
We stayed with one of DBF's friends, and they have two daughters. The girls were so excited about the baby. They kept on leaving her gifts. They were sneaky little ones, too. I'd be nursing the babe, and when I got up, I'd find a little toy or flower right next to us. How did they do that?
PK is as bright as ever. I'm sure most parents think they're child is encredibly intelligent, and we're no exception. We do hear almost every day, though, how alert she is, and how it seems that there is so much going on in her head.
My friend had her baby! Not only vaginally (she was told she has a small pelvis ) but naturally! She didn't mean to go without the epidural, she just dialated too quickly. Who cares? Natural is natural, and I'm so proud of her!
Her husband was so sweet; he called me from her cell phone to tell me right away. I got to talk to her briefly, and she just sounded so happy. It made me want to be there again. I know, I'm not ready for another one, yet, but I'm really sort of craving the feeling of giving birth again. And that euphoria that you have for days afterward.... I want that, too! I will never forget the feelings I had giving birth, and for the first week after. There is absolutely nothing like it.
Ok, ok, I should really get these dishes done before the pooper wakes.
Anyone reading this, PLEASE send me good thoughts for the house!
GAHHHHH! Wedding wedding wedding. These days, all I can seem to do in my free time is wedding stuff. I have 3 1/2 months to plan a wedding. Oh, did I mention that we're getting married?
And we're moving into the house in north hollywood. The good vibes worked! We're not quite sure on the move date, yet. Should be within the next few months.
This is going to be a crazy summer!
It's a quarter past ten at night, and it's freaking eighty five degrees in my apartment right now. And this is cool. Poor PK, her little head is sweating like crazy in her sleep. Our AC is broken, and hopefully it'll be replaced, soon. In the meantime, it's Undies Time in our apartment. Who can wear pants, when it's a HUNDRED AND TEN DEGREES outside, and you live on the top floor with no air conditioning???