Saturday, March 30, 2013

Happy Easter!

$5 bunny ears from Costplus=pure gold and entertainment for days!
I can't get enough of my beautiful bunny. And how bout that growth spurt chub?!

Happy Easter and God bless!

Friday, March 29, 2013

11pm thoughts at 8am

Scarlett loves Easy A.

Aaaaand the parenting fails begin.
Baby girl hates tummy time. A lot. Last night I put her down, ready for the meltdown. She popped up, looked past me to the movie behind me and gave our TV a big ol' smile for a good 10 minutes. Thanks, Emma Stone, for making my baby enjoy her daily workout.

Morning books and tunes--this is after a tummy time meltdown, hence frowny face.

I seriously need to stop stalking Baby Gap/Old Navy. It's a problem. Scarlett and I go wishful shopping at least once a day week. (You know. Load up your online cart with everything your little heart desires, look at the grand total, say "Well that sucks," and move on to your next activity. If you say you don't do it, you're lying.) Anyways, the summer lines are coming out and the last thing I need to do is drool over chambray ruffled rompers and floral sundresses.....because occasionally I break. And end up buying said chambray ruffled romper. And convince myself it'll go in her Easter basket. You know, sometimes. Not last week or anything. Shut up.

HGTV--(noun) a TV network that sucks in the first time home buyer and causes them to obsess over potential DIY projects and decorating and faux exposed brick back splashes
   --For similar effects, see: "Ikea" and "Crate & Barrel"

Our shrimp has officially been sleeping through the night for 2 weeks now. No schedule or anything like that, I just gave her a simple bed time routine and apparently it's working. Pretty fancy trick for a 6 week old to pull off. Even better to keep it up for 2 weeks. Mama appreciates it. Good job, kid! Hopefully it lasts.

Unexpected shit I bought this week: Maple flavoring??? Damn it, Pinterest.

I actually worked out today. It was pitiful, but it was something. We'll see how I feel tomorrow since last week I did, like, 40 crunches and was sore the next day. Good times.

Eric sings the Rubber Ducky song from Sesame Street to Scarlett during bath time. It's pretty much the cutest thing I've ever heard.

We have a double chin, neck rolls, tummy chub and thunder thighs--woot woot! Growth spurts are the craziest things ever. We're on the tail end of my nugget's 6 week growth spurt and I swear, in a 3 hour nap, her thighs doubled in size. So much chub! I'm dying of cuteness.

I got Eric to try the Moby wrap. I don't think he'll ever be the same again:

Somebody's sucked in

And last, but not least--we are officially on the move! Pre-approval is underway and the realtor is hunting. We've been talking about it for a year and a half, and it's finally time, I hope. Fingers crossed that it works out cuz Lord knows our budget is slim for the area we're looking at. Another reason to stop watching so much HGTV--it's positively painful/nauseating to see the 6 bedroom mansions we could afford in other states. If only we liked San Antonio.....

bedebedebde that's all folks.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Play it cool, baby!

So yesterday we made it out of the house. Eric was home and I needed to make a return and I wanted to go to Kohl's, blah, blah, blah.
Anyway! I was super excited to just be out of the house so I suggested that, since our shrimp was still in a good mood, we go walk around the mall. Just for funsies. So we got there and I got Scarlett all Moby-ed up. We didn't plan on being there long so I decided not to tote around the diaper bag.

Wehlllllll, we got as far as Old Navy (basically, not very far) and my growth-spurting girl decided that she must eat. NOW. My nursing cover was in the car. Ugh. I figured since there was no line and it didn't seem busy, I could get a "dressing room" and just feed her real quick. I grabbed a couple shirts that I was obviously going to try on. by myself. with a baby. Ok, who was I fooling? But at least the pretense was there. It was probably 5 minutes, 8 tops. (I refuse to say '10' because I know it wasn't that long). Voila, happy baby. I popped her back in her carrier, grabbed my decoy clothes and walked out of the dressing room. BOOM. Apparently in that time, the whole world decided to show up at Old Navy, form a 10 person line for the dressing room and give me one collective dirty look as I stepped out of the room that I had apparently occupied for too long.

Internal monologue:
Ok. No big deal. I mean, they don't know that you were just feeding your baby and not trying on clothes. I'll just walk away. No one will have any idea---

Not once we got away, not when we were in the clear. Nope. Miss Thing decided to let it out right as we passed the line of irritated looking people. Just in case it wasn't clear, she decided to spit up all over my shoulder and Moby wrap. Ya know, for good measure.

Way to play it cool, kid.
I decided it was best to leave before the angry mob started.
Misadventures of new motherdom.

In other news, my kid is a bunny.

She's not gonna hate me when she's older, right?

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

42 minute vacation

Yesterday was Eric's day off and we needed some groceries. I told him that we could all go right after I fed Scarlett or I could try to put her down for a nap and I could go by myself.
He told me just to go.

Wait, whhaaaaa???!!!

I didn't even know what to do with myself. I think I managed an "Um, ok." Down baby girl went. I ripped my gross hair up into a mess on the top of my head and threw on the first thing I could find to wear. Make up? Ain't nobody got time for that, I've got an hour nap to beat! Purse, check. Grocery bags, check.
I'm missing something, I'm missing something. Wait. No, I'm not! I'm going alone. No car seat in tow? No diaper bag? My arms felt too light! It was too easy to get out the door. It was too...weird.

I got in the car and made my way to Trader Joe's, car dancing and belting out some Lady A the whole way. It was one part excitement and one part trying to distract myself from the fact that my baby was not with me. I think the exact text I sent my sister said that I wasn't sure whether to do cartwheels in the aisles or sprint out the door, all the way back home. My mind was so all over the place that I forgot three of the things I went for and bought three things we didn't need instead. Mommy mush brain much? (Although husband was grateful for the cheap pork chops I scored.)

I made it out of the house for a full 42 minutes by myself. It felt like I just took a week long vacation--it was a nice break. Lovely, even.
But I missed my nugget.

Friday, March 15, 2013

This week's cute

Loving her daddy. So much precious.

Tummy time (featuring Smurf mouth)
I can't get over this kid's extremely high adorable factor!

Have a lovelyful day!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

News from the front

It is all out war here.
I tried polite negotiations--prescription nystatin.
Ef that, got nothing done. (Seriously, who was the genius that decided to put sugar in a medicine to fight an infection that thrives on sugar?)
I lost the battle.

I tried going rogue--grapefruit seed extract.
It brought about retreat but never a full surrender.
I'd see a hint of clearing up, get all excited, cry victory, only to see the enemy regenerate and multiply over nap time.
I lost the battle.

Today I drop my A-bomb.
Today, shit gets real.
Today we've got our war paint on.
And by war paint, I mean gentian violet.
My baby's mouth is BLUE.

Thrush--you're going dooowwwnnnn, bitch.
You hurt my baby and I will destroy you.
I have lost two battles, but I'm telling you, I'm a stubborn sonuvabitch and
I WILL win the war.
Feel my deep blue, lip staining wrath.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

4am thoughts, posted at 1pm

Thrush still sucks. Today we cut out sugar and carbs to help the process. Not my fave.

It's all over for me, I'm sucked in.
I'm hooked. In deep. Wrapped around a finger. Whatever you want to call it, I'm there. Last night Scarlett was fast asleep in her rocker, right next to my side of the bed. Eric and I were looking at all of our pictures of her that we just uploaded. And I missed my baby. 5 inches away from me, happily snoozing in her rock n' play, I missed my baby. I had serious snuggling envy of an inanimate object because it was holding my baby and not me.

I get to be the Easter bunny this year. Hell to the yes. This is oh so very exciting! You might say I've dabbled in generous mythical/legen( beings before. I've picked up candy at 1am to fill shoes on St. Nick's feast day. I've Santa wrapped with the best. But being the Easter bunny for my own kid? Even though she has no idea what's going on? I'm freakin out, man!! This year I think baby girl is getting some of the cutest headbands you ever did see:

Little Hip Squeaks

(I already have her TOMS picked out that she's getting from Santa this year. Oh to be Santa--I can't even go there yet. Because I will die waiting.)

This kid has been sleeping like a champ for the past three nights. Seriously, we're talking 5-6 hour stretches. I hope it lasts because it's. awesome. and so much nicer than the 3-4 wake ups a night of last week. As long as I go down when she does, we're in great shape. I never thought I'd wake up at 4am and feel so well rested. Welcome to parenthood. This morning she woke up without a peep. I got up to take my meds for my poor chest before feeding and when I came back, those big, beautiful blue eyes were just staring at me, like "oh hey mama, just waiting for you." I melted into a big pile of mush. How much cute can be packed into one tiny person I ask you?!

Amazon--I could write a sonnet about how much I love you. I could. But I don't really feel like it right now, so I'll just say, you're my favorite. Breastfeeding in public and thrush do not mix, so getting all my crap shipped to my front door definitely trumps making an unhappy baby trek all over town with me. Why am I thinking this now? Because I am simultaneously blogging and Amazon cruising for Easter basket goodies and grapefruit seed extract (to further kill the thrush. Damn, that bastard keeps coming up.)

And yeah, that's what my head looks like after a 4am feeding.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013


Dear thrush,

Seriously. You suck. Why you wanna mess with me trying to feed my baby? I hurt, she hurts and the fact that I have to boil e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. every five minutes--royal pain in the ass. Just go away. No one likes you, you're not invited to my birthday party, etc.
Scarlett disapproves of your shenanigans.

Be warned--we have prescriptions. We have homeopathics.

So yeah. GTFO. We have no time for you here. 

Ef you very much,
Carolyn and Scarlett