Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Better late than never Wednesday

Did I sleep through Tuesday or something? Where the hell is this week going? Since I'm a day late with this, I've included a bonus Totally Cute Tuesday pic. Enjoy!

You want me to lay back in this thing? Ummm, hecks no.
I want to see what this funny looking monkey tastes like!

And by the way, I'm completely aware that I'm totally cute.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Wishful thinking

Sometimes, I really wish it was socially acceptable to leave the baby in the car while making a quick stop at establishments such as the post office. Either that, or every establishment should have a drive through. That'd be nice. Maybe by the time Addy can drive....oh man, she's gonna DRIVE one day. Crap.

(Sidenote: The inspiration for this blog was me attempting to carry Addy in her carseat and two packages into the post office. In case you're not aware, I'm rather clumsy. Thankfully, there's nice people who go out of their way to hold doors open)

Monday, March 28, 2011

"Hi mom and dad, when did you get home?"

We made it through our first babysitting experience! Sure, Aunt Stephanie comes over every Thursday to watch Addy, but one of us is usually lurking in the background. And true, we dropped Addy at Nana and Papa's house once to grab some dinner. But this weekend was the first time babysitters came to our house, had to make sure she napped, had to feed her, had to put her in pajamas, read her a book, and get her to bed. And it needed done two nights in a row!

I was a nervous wreck leading up to the weekend - not because I didn't trust our wonderful babysitters - but because I had to leave my little baby, and I wasn't sure how she'd behave for her temporary caretakers. Turns out, I was pretty much worried about nothing. I'm told she was a pleasure for everyone, with the exception of refusing to eat her oatmeal both nights. Grandma Susan and Bill watched her on Friday night, and Saturday was shared by Grandpa Rudy and Susan, and Aunt Stephanie. Here's a few pics taken while we were away...

Grandma Susan helping Addy play with some greeting cards

Addy with Grandpa Rudy

"I'm not sure how I feel about you mister. I'm just gonna
study your face real good."
Addy with Susan

She's getting interested in all the objects around her

Reading a naptime book with Susan
It didn't even seem like she missed us while we were gone. She seems to be warming up to my dad (finally), and I'm really glad she doesn't scream if mommy or daddy isn't the one holding her. That could very well change in the next few months, so don't worry, I wont get too used to it. But now that the first round of babysitting is over with and nobody got hurt, I'm daydreaming about all the adventures Matt and I could take (-:

Friday, March 25, 2011

What's in a name?

The title of my blog was born during a discussion with my sister. I mentioned to her that I wanted to start a mommy blog, and we started kicking around ideas for the name. We landed on Eat. Poop. Sleep., which was modeled after the best-selling book Eat, Pray, Love. I immediately felt connected to it, so I went home that night and signed up the name on blogspot.

Yesterday I was reviewing my blog stats - which, by the way, it's totally fun to stalk my stats. Someone reached my blog by googling "Eat poop". I found this kind of funny, and wondered where on the list my blog would come up if I googled "What to do if your baby eats poop". I never found my blog, but I did find a few interesting things:

So, I guess I'm totally not unique at all, but that's okay. I still love my blog name.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The good stuff

I can't believe how much has changed around here in the past five weeks, compared to what I shared in the blog post I wrote on February 16th. Reading that post now, those thoughts and emotions feel like a distant memory. I was feeling helpless, scared, and overwhelmed. Five weeks later, I'm feeling capable, excited, and in control.

What's caused the improvements? Well, I think it's three-fold. First, Addy's digestive system started to mature, resulting in less gas and fussiness. Second, I feel the CIO sleep training was 100% the right choice for our stubborn little princess, allowing her to get adequate restful sleep and allowing me to finally achieve that successful bedtime routine I was so desperately wanting. And lastly, our wonderful friend Science has given me a sense of mental stability that I haven't felt in years. I question on a daily basis why I so heavily resisted taking medication for my depression. I feel lighter, calmer, more easy-going, playful, hopeful, less neurotic. But most importantly, I feel like "me".

Addison is the light of my life. She amazes me every day with every little thing she does. I love to watch her mind work, to see her expressions in reaction to the world around her. The bad nights aren't so bad anymore. The crying spells are kind of cute. And when she giggles, well, I melt.

A few years ago, I started a scrapbook entitled "The Good Stuff". My goal was to take a picture of or write down one thing every day that made me smile - something small, something easily forgotten - so that when I was feeling particularly down, I could flip through the scrapbook and be reminded of how wonderful the small things in life are. Today, I don't need that scrapbook. All I need to do is look at the beautiful face of my daughter, and all is right with the world. That's the good stuff, the best stuff.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Feeling blessed

I came across my positive pregnancy test stick today...a little over a year ago, those were the scariest pink lines I ever saw. Today, they were beyond beautiful.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Totally Cute Tuesday

Addy loves her new friend... 

Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie

Nom nom nom nom nom

Thanks mom!

Friday, March 18, 2011

The American dream

So Matt and I have been kicking around the idea of maybe buying a house. During our walk tonight, we were talking about where we would consider living and what kind of house we'd like. I mentioned that, although we only plan to be in this first house for a few years, we have to accept the possibility that it could be five or more years, so we have to take into consideration the school system. We've also just learned that good friends of ours will be putting their house on the market soon. It's a wonderful house, one I've loved since the first moment I stepped into it a few years back. It's cozy and charming and nestled in a beautiful setting. But, it's in a location I'm not too fond of. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: "What school system would that be, Akron Public Schools?"
Matt: "Yeah, I'm pretty sure."
Me: "Oh no, I wouldn't even let Addy go to kindergarten there. We'd have to lie and say we live with my dad in Fairlawn so she could go to Copley-Fairlawn schools."
Matt: "Right, cuz we know how well that would go."
Me: "Well, we're white, so it would be no problem!"***

In case you've been living under a rock for the past couple months, this dialogue is referring to the ridiculous woman who fraudulently sent her kids to Copley-Fairlawn schools by falsifying documents stating she lived with her father in the Copley-Fairlawn residency area, was given a chance to pay back tuition when her lies were discovered, refused to pay the tuition, got charged with falsifying government documents, spent a few days in jail, and then tried to play the racism card.

Anyhow, we pay waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much for rent ($820 plus all the utilities). I don't want to give any more money to the most unresponsive landlord I've ever had. I want to have a solid place for Addy to grow up, at least for the first few years. Sure, I'd love to find our forever house right now, but our funds wont be high enough to get what I want in a forever house, even in this market. That will have to wait until Matt is a little more established in his career. Unless you know of a house that's about 1800 square feet, with a 2-car attached garage, 4 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a large kitchen with lots of counter space, a nice deck, a big back yard, a woodburning fireplace, and a red front door, all for $120,000 or less. I wont hold my breath.

***I feel I should clarify for those that don't know me and/or my sense of humor...I don't actually think our being white would give us privileges. I'm not being racist...I'm just making fun of the situation that has been so far escalated it's not even funny...but it is funny...hence, I'm making fun of it.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Totally Cute Tuesday

Because one just isn't enough this week...

Not gonna smile for you. Nope, no way, not gonna happen.

Fine, since you brought out the song and dance routine..

Hi mom!
Mmmmmm, I might like this better than rice cereal.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Come out, come out wherever you are

I spent the better part of the morning searching every nook and cranny of my house trying to find Darius Rucker. I'm convinced he's hiding out, watching my life and using it as inspiration for his songs. I want to find him so I can get my royalties. In case you're not familiar with his music, here's a sampling...

Got a baby girl sleepin' in my bedroom
And her momma laughing in my arms
There's the sound of rain on the rooftop
And the game's about to start
I don't really know how I got here
But I'm so glad that I did
And it's crazy to think that one little thing
Could have changed all of it
Maybe it didn't turn out like I planned
Maybe thats why I'm such, such a lucky man

For every stoplight I didn't make
Every chance I did or I didn't take
All the nights I went too far
All the girls that broke my heart
All the doors that I had to close
All the things I knew but I didn't know
Thank God for all I missed
Cause it led me here to this

Like the girl that I loved in high school
Who said she could do better
Or the college I wanted to go to
Till I got that letter
All the fights and the tears and the heartache
I thought I'd never get through
And the moment I almost gave up
All led me here to you
I didn't understand it way back when
But sittin' here right now
It all makes perfect sense

Every stoplight I didnt make
Every chance I did or I didnt take
All the nights I went too far
All the girls that broke my heart
All the doors that I had to close
All the things I knew but I didn't know
Thank god for all I missed
Cause it led me here to this

Oh I cried when my momma passed away
And now I got an angel
Looking out for me today
So nothing's a mistake

Every stoplight I didn't make
Every chance I did or I didn't take
All the nights I went too far
All the girls that broke my heart
All the doors that I had to close
Everything I knew but I didn't know
Thank God for all I missed
Cause it led me here to this


It Won't Be Like This For Long
He didn't have to wake up
He'd been up all night
Lying there in bed and listening
To his newborn baby cry
He makes a pot of coffee
He splashes water on his face
His wife gives him a kiss and says,
"It's gonna be okay"

"It won't be like this for long
One day we'll look back laughing
At the week we brought her home
This phase is gonna fly by
So baby, just hold on
It won't be like this for long"

Four years later, 'bout 4:30
She's crawling in their bed
And when he drops her off at pre-school
She's clinging to his leg
The teacher peels her off of him
He says, "What can I do?"
She says, "Now, don't you worry
This'll only last a week or two"

"It won't be like this for long
One day soon you'll drop her off
And she won't even know you're gone
This phase is gonna fly by
If you can just hold on
It won't be like this for long"

Someday soon she'll be a teenager
And at times, he'll think she hates him
And he'll walk her down the aisle
And raise her veil,
But right now she's up and cryin'
And the truth is that he don't mind
As he kisses her goodnight
And she says her prayers

He lays down there beside her
Till her eyes are finally closed
And just watching her it breaks his heart
'Cause he already knows

It won't be like this for long
One day soon that little girl is gonna be
All grown up and gone
And this phase is gonna fly by
So he's trying to hold on
It won't be like this for long
It won't be like this for long

Friday, March 11, 2011

What's this in my cookie jar?!?!?

I've seen a few posts on facebook lately regarding Girl Scout cookies, and I'm reminded of a funny story. One year as a Girl Scout, I wasn't doing so hot with the cookie sales. My mom challenged me by offering to buy one box for every box I sold. So, on a nasty, rainy day, I went door to door with a sweet little smile and sold my ass off. I sold over 200 boxes of cookies (yeah, I played up the rain factor)! I was so pumped because I thought for once we would have cookies in the house. We would get to eat a sugary snack, something my mom was 100% against. We weren't even allowed to have Rice Crispies because sugar was one of the first three ingredients. So my mom made good on her word; she bought 200 boxes from me. But do you know what she bought? The damn cheese crackers! 200 flippin boxes of stupid triangular shaped cheese crackers! Seriously. That was the last year they offered those crackers  - probably because my sales were the only 200 boxes they sold.

If  (when) Addy is in Girl Scouts, I WILL buy a few boxes of cookies, and we WILL eat them in moderation*. And you know what else, she WILL have an easy bake oven!

*Who am I kidding, I'm gonna sneak a whole box of Tagalongs to my room and eat them in one sitting.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Ooooo, we gonna need mo bibs!

Addy is four months old! And that can only mean one thing....rice cereal! We tried it out on Tuesday night. I think we can call it a success - she ate a good portion of what we attempted to put in her mouth, and she didn't protest too heavily. In fact, I think she kinda liked it. She also slept awesomely, so I kinda love it!

Here's a few shots:

I love that last one! BTW, I also LOVE her chair. We registered for it because we simply do not have the room in our place for a big ol' highchair unit. This sits directly on a regular chair, and has 3 positions, so it will grow with her. I always sit her in the chair when I'm eating, and she lasts long enough with a toy to let me eat a quick breakfast or lunch. And I carry her upstairs in it so she can sit and watch the shower curtain while I attend to my personal hygiene needs. It's fantastic! Although, I'm really not sure what I'm gonna do with her once she's too big and mobile for that...

P.S. If you're confused by the blog title, think waxing scene from 40 Year Old Virgin and say it with the asian accent....

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Monday, March 7, 2011

I shoulda bought the pink stroller

"Oh, he's so cute!"
"Wow, he looks just like you!"
"How old is he?"
"Awwww, he's sleeping so soundly!"

These are just a few of the statements I hear while at the Natatorium, pushing Addy in her somewhat gender-neutral-but-leaning-towards-boy colored stroller. Ok, I get it, my bald daughter looks like a boy, and I'm okay with that. But seriously people, CONTEXT CLUES. Did the big ass flower in bright pink in the center of her yellow outfit covered in tiny flowers not give you any other clues to go off of?!?!?!?

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Guest Blogger: Baby J

Dear Fellow Babies,

OK, here’s my situation. My Mommy has had me for almost 5 months. The first few months were great – I cried, she picked me up and fed me, anytime, around the clock. Then something happened. Over the last few weeks, she has been trying to STTN (sleep thru the night). At first, I thought it was just a phase, but it is only getting worse. I’ve talked to other babies, and it seems like its pretty common after Mommies have had us for around 5-6 months. Here’s the thing: these Mommies don’t really need to sleep. It’s just a habit. Many of them have had some 30 years to sleep – they just don’t need it anymore. So I am implementing a plan. I call it the Crybaby Shuffle. It goes like this:

Night 1 – cry every 3 hours until you get fed. I know, it’s hard. It’s hard to see your Mommy upset over your crying. Just keep reminding yourself, it’s for her own good.
Night 2 – cry every 2 hours until you get fed.
Night 3 – every hour.

Most Mommies will start to respond more quickly after about 3 nights. Some Mommies are more alert, and may resist the change longer. These Mommies may stand in your doorway for hours, shhhh-ing. Don’t give in. I cannot stress this enough: CONSISTENCY IS KEY!! If you let her STTN (sleep through the night), just once, she will expect it every night. I know it’s hard! But she really does not need the sleep; she is just resisting the change.. If you have an especially alert Mommy, you can stop crying for about 10 minutes, just long enough for her to go back to bed and start to fall asleep. Then cry again. It WILL eventually work. My Mommy once stayed awake for 10 hours straight, so I know she can do it. The other night, I cried every hour. You just have to decide to stick to it and just go for it. BE CONSISTENT! I cried for any reason I could come up with:

-My sleep sack tickled my foot.
-I felt a wrinkle under the sheet.
-My mobile made a shadow on the wall.
-I burped, and it tasted like rice cereal. I hadn’t eaten rice cereal since breakfast, what’s up with that?
-The dog said “ruff”. I should know. My Mommy reminds me of this about 20 times a day. LOL.
-Once I cried just because I liked how it sounded when it echoed on the monitor in the other room.
-Too hot, too cold, just right – doesn’t matter! Keep crying!!
-I had drooled so much my sheets were damp and I didn’t like it touching me.
-I decided I was sick of all the pink in my room so I cried.

It took awhile, but it worked. She fed me at 4am. Tomorrow night, my goal is 3:30am. You need to slowly shorten the interval between feedings in order to reset your Mommies’ internal clocks. Sometimes my Mommy will call for reinforcements by sending in Daddy. Don’t worry Daddies are not set up for not needing sleep the way Mommies are. They can only handle a few pats and shhing before they declare defeat and send in the Mommy. Also, be wary of the sleep sheep with rain noises. I like to give Mommy false hope that listening to the rain puts me to sleep sometimes I pretend to close my eyes and be asleep and then wait until I know Mommy is settling back to sleep to spring a surprise cry attack. If she doesn’t get to me fast enough I follow up with my fake cough and gag noise that always has her running to the crib. At some point I am positive she will start to realize that she really doesn’t really need sleep.

P.S. Don’t let those rubber things fool you, no matter how long you suck on them, no milk will come out.
Trust me.

Baby J

(While searching google regarding the cry it out sleep training method, I came across this. I was laughing so hard, I peed a little - which, since giving birth, is not nearly as loaded of a statement as it used to be.)

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Dear Zoloft,

Oh how I love thee, let me count the ways...
  1. You are a tiny pill, easy to swallow.
  2. You have presented no ill side effects.
  3. You make me feel like me again. The me that's been buried under layer upon layer of depression and anger and regret and self-loathing.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Holy Crap!

I desperately miss the sweet-smelling, easy to clean, breastmilk-only poopy diapers. This formula-infused shit is for the birds. And to whatever book or google search it was that told me formula-infused poop is the consistency of peanut butter - well, you were 100% correct, and now I may never be able to eat peanut butter without envisioning the mess that was my morning today. But at least she's pooping! Little does she know, yesterday she was just hours away from getting a suppository. I'm glad we got to skip that!  

Thursday, March 3, 2011


Today was NOT a fun day. A certain tiny human decided she wasn't taking a nap today, no way, no way, no way. She woke up at 7:20 this morning and never went back to bed. I tried, oh boy did I try. But nope, there's way too much fun stuff to see in the world, napping is overrated. So when it came time for her 1:00 pediatrician visit, complete with her 4-month vaccinations, she cried the whole time. The. whole. time. The good news - she fell asleep in the carseat on the way home. The super good news - she's very healthy, growing wonderfully, and has excellent motor skill development.

Addison was a crankypants because she missed her nap, but I'm a crankypants because the return of my menstrual cycle has been horrific. The bleeding only lasted two days, not bad. But on Tuesday night, I began to feel rather crappy. I had a severe headache, constant nausea, went from shivering to pouring sweat, and my ovaries were very achy. On Wednesday, Matt stayed home from work to care for Addy and I slept as much as possible. I called off work Wednesday night. I still feel crappy today, but the nausea is gone, and that's what puts me out of commission. So I'm functioning today, but with a side effect of crankypants.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Decisions, decisions, decisions

The job of parenting is going to be filled with many, many choices where I wonder if the decision I've made will fuck up my child. Homeschool her or send her to public school. Let her quit her flute lessons or force her to see it through. Allow her to play with knives or make sure she doesn't. Let her cry it out or hold her and rock her back to sleep every two hours. Some of these choices are easy - obviously we know knives are not safe. Some of these choices are difficult - if I let her quit her flute lessons, she may not learn the value of determination, but if I make her stick with it, she might miss out on an activity that she could really enjoy. And some decisions are controversial - if I make her cry it out, she might grow up to be detached and insecure, but if I let her call the shots at bedtime, she may never know how to accomplish anything without our help. This last decision is what we're currently battling with.

Last night was night 4 of crying it out (CIO). It sucks. It is not easy to listen to her cry, knowing that she's wondering why we're not attending to her needs. I sit here and wonder, is she going to be insecure? Is she going to feel neglected? Is she going to withdraw from us? A friend of mine recently posted an article on her facebook page dealing with this very issue, entitled Cry it out: 10 reasons why it is not for us. The article claims that studies show CIO leads to lower IQ, social dysfunction, increased agression and violent tendencies, and ADHD, among other things. Of course this is concerning to me, and last night Matt and I discussed these points and our mutual feelings.

Here's what I know about my baby - prior to starting CIO, she would wake every two hours like clockwork, requiring me to hold her and rock her back to sleep. She was severely lacking in restorative sleep, and was irritable throughout the day. Her daytime naps were getting shorter and shorter. But since beginning CIO, she has consistently slept at night in two blocks of 4-5 hours each, waking only to eat. She has not cried out for help in getting back to sleep a single time in four nights. She has taken consistent naps during the day, and her overall demeanor is more pleasant and alert. So while I agree that it's possible for the CIO method to cause harmful effects, I also feel that with my baby, at this point in time, it's the right decision. It's a decision that will be closely monitored and adjusted as needed, but so far, so good.

I don't believe that the CIO method is for everyone; some parent-child relationships will thrive much more with co-sleeping - my friend who posted the article is a case in point. I also don't believe it's going to work if the baby isn't ready to be sleep trained. I feel like Addy is ready. She wants to sleep, she needs to sleep, but she just needs a little push to help her figure out how to do it on her own.