Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Not that you need to know this




Before I say anything else -- NO, I am not pregnant again. Sheesh.

But! For some reason, my body thinks it should get ready to make the cute smushy mug above a sibling. What the WHAT?! Isn't nursing supposed to keep all that nonsense away for, like, a year? Maybe 10? Epic body fail.

In other, less revealing, news: We're taking our first plane ride tomorrow. Cue dramatic muzak! We haven't been to Texas to see Clay's family in much too long and there are many people yet to meet the Bisque. So we're packing up some diapers and the Pack 'n Play and hitting the tarmac for an Easter visit.

I'm feeling a wee bit nervous about the whole adventure (coughing passengers! crying baby! explosive-up-the-back-poops-in-a-small-bathroom!), but know it's good to get this under my belt before my mind makes it into something scarier than it really is.

That being said: Pray for us?!

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Sunday


Please don't interrupt us. We're doin deals.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Happy Harps


Photo cred/props to Christian Selchau-Hansen.
Thank you mucho for being our paparaz today!

So why is our little lady so happy? Because! Because her daddyo papa pants won't be traveling anymore. Yup. Much to his ladies' delight, Clay gave notice this week and will put in his last day tomorrow. (!!!!!)

It's a big change for our little family, but I couldn't be happier. (And neither could Harps!) Our favorite guy is going to be here instead of there.

Which is really effing awesome.

Details on our next chapter to follow when...they're figured out. Bam!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

A different kind of baby bump


My little papoose and me.

I'm still working out the kinks and I've still got a few other brands to try out, but dude! Babywearing is so incredibly handy. Of course little Junebug doesn't always want to be RIGHTUPONME -- the lady likes her space, too -- but usually she does.

(And actually in the past few days she's totally realized when I've left her zone and will sometimes cry until I'm back. What in the hell will the stranger anxiety months hold if she's like this at 6.5 weeks?!)

When I actually get the wrap snug enough and her little nose in the right position to breathe and her head not bobbing around, I can get so much stuff done. Holy two hands!

Another bonus? All the crazy looks and waves from rando fans on the street.

*beauty queen wave*

In 'n Out

Cheeseburgers and cokes on Fisherman's Wharf.

I blame any and all fast food binges on my brother.



Saturday, March 20, 2010

In which I annoyed everyone in San Francisco

Because I couldn't stop squealing and taking pictures of her little peeping mug during our family stroll.




Not sure what you did Saturday night, but mine was spent picking up all the pieces of my heart.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Sometimes... I dress her like a girl

 
 

Listen. It's not like I'm anti-pink. I love pink! Makes my skin look all glowy and my husband look all hunky. But for some reason, I find myself dressing Harper in unisex outfits. It's just that I love love love her in a plain white onesie! I can't help it -- it's an American classic, people. Add in the jeans and she's ready to join the Jets!

And then we all know how I feel about lumberjack oufits. Yum!

The problem is, when your baby is small and bald, no one knows what the hell she is. And when they try and find out by asking her name? Er. Clearly, my unisex tendencies carried over there, as well.

So when I go out in public -- like yesterday, to visit old coworkers and show them what I cooked up all those months at my desk -- I feel driven to put her in pink. And stick a purple binky in her mouth. And a flowery blanket over her legs. I come very close to swiping a bit of mascara on her lashes. Because as much as I pretend not to care, I need people to know she's a lay-dee.

Open doors for us! Pull out our chairs! Let us off the Titanic first!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Um



That is all.

6 weeks

Lil HJC will be 6 weeks on Friday. Huh? What? When did that happen? Mom?

Which means it's time (today) for my 6 week check-up with the laydee doctor. I remember thinking that was LIGHT YEARS away right after I pushed Harps out and my OB was up in my grill telling me to make an appointment stat. But I blinked my eyes and suddenly I'm dressing myself and my bug for a quick jaunt down the hill, into some stirrups.

I've read all these things about people being super nervous about this particular milestone. And I'm confused. Should I be nervous? Are they going to make me push out another baby? Will she strip my membranes again? Drill my teeth without novacaine? What in the world could be worse than those things? Honestly, I'm excited to get the go-ahead for things like exercise and, ahem, exercise. It's time to feel like a real person again.

But before we go, may I treat you to a foto? Snapped for papa, who's on the road and needed to see these jeans in action:


We must suffer to be beautiful, Biscuit!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Chances are

If you catch me on the phone these days:

1) A small miracle has occurred and I've decided to press "Answer" -- even though I'm the Worst Phone Person Ever and I now have a Very Small Thing that needs me At All Times.

and/or

2) I will fill your ears with breastmilk/poo/snot talk. ("She pooed up her back AGAIN! Should we try another diaper size? I'm thinking of trying another diaper size...Or maybe just another brand?") And genuinely think you're genuinely interested.

Doesn't me-not-answering-your-call seem a lot more appealing now?

Monday, March 15, 2010

Papa love


For his personal use, Clay has deemed the stroller "lame" -- there is something kind of pansyish about a big guy pushing a very small person around -- while the Bjorn has gotten his stamp of approval. I'm fine with this because OH MY HOLY GOD LOOK HOW ADORABLE THEY ARE TOGETHER.

We took a stroll down Fillmore, peeked in some shops, picked up some takeout, enjoyed the sunshine. (Sorry, monsoon-sufferers of New England.) She was O-U-T the whole time, cuddled up close and loving her tough little life. And it left my hands/back/everything free to walk around like a real person! I approve.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Zip zip

This (sunny, sunny!) weekend, my little family and I drove down the Peninsula to meet Harper's new best gal pal, Inga. After shared pregnancies full of what-the-hell-is-happening-to-us and chocolate cupcakes, my good buddy Lou gave birth a couple weeks ago to her own little baby girl heart stamp. I've been dying to get my grubby little hands on her and finally I did! And she is DELICIOUS. I can't wait to see her again.

But the crazy part was seeing Harper and Inga side by side. Only one month apart, but so different! What a month of milk can do! Because I see our scone baby everyday, it's tough to see how she's growing and changing. (Except when I look at her thighs -- her thighs say it all.) But next to a new newborn, I was finally able to see.

And then I took this video yesterday and oh man! It's almost time for college.

(Look for the almost-smile she's throwing at us these days!)

Thursday, March 11, 2010

The books all say

That weeks 4-6 are the fussiest for babies.

I can confirm this fact.

But then!

She does this!




And all is forgiven.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Germz

I'm getting (slightly) better at not freaking when it's time to take Harper into public places. The thought of mouth breathers mouth breathing on my little scone makes me twitch, but I know I've got to a) start building up her immune system and b) see the light of day now and again.

We've developed a rating system to determine which places are appropriate. It goes like this:

Definitely safe (home) = 0 germs.
Mostly safe (sidewalk) = 1/2 germ.
Just-bearably-safe (cafe on a weekday, in the corner, facing away from all humans) = 1 germ.

Anything above 1 germ? (Grocery store, movie theater, mall, etc.) is OFF LIMITS TO THE BISCUIT.

What? Why're you looking at me like that?

Here's the Harps rockin' out gangsta style at a cafe down the street.


Don't mess!

Monday, March 08, 2010

Snooze pants

Most times, our little glow worm is pretty good at snoozing, no matter where you put her. There are naps in the bouncy chair, naps on the couch, and nighttime in her cribby. But sometimes her tum is hurting or she's a little overtired or hiccupy and needs a little extra loving. (You know -- in addition to the 78 hours a day she gets held.) And sometimes (always) her mama needs rest (and extra loving), too.

So we head to the Big Person Bed. We lie down next to each other and snuggle. She hears me breathe and smells my smell (milk) and falls into a deep sleep that's tough to replicate elsewhere. And then she wakes up and looks like this and my heart explodes:


Friday, March 05, 2010

We haz aliveness!



Scenes from a couch. Can you spot the Peeps? The dirty diaper? The God-knows-what?

Unless you're my mother, you probably weren't on the edge of your seats, but rest assured -- Glow Worm and I made it through our first night alone healthy and (all things considered) happy.

Harper did great -- completed her eat/sleep/eat/sleep/eat/sleep routine without missing a beat -- and I surprised myself by actually sleeping somewhere in the fog, too. (Instead of obsessively feeling her chest for movement every five minutes or adjusting the temperature of her room to perfection. I still did these things; it just wasn't every five minutes.)

Of course the tough part usually comes the next day, when the adrenaline wears off and you realize there are a lot of hours to fill with a non-speaking cuddle smush. Without Clay taking one of my feeding shifts last night, I'm running on a couple less hours sleep today than usual (when "the usual" is 5ish, "a couple less" makes a big difference) and with him gone until 9 or so tonight? Today hasn't been exactly...pretty.

Not that we're losing our minds over here, the Biscuit and I. It's actually been a lowkey and fairly calm day. We've eaten and napped and pooped. Rinse repeat. It's just the aesthetics of it all leave something (major) to be desired.

I'm wearing a strange hodge podge of sour milky clothes and she hasn't worn much more than a diaper and a blanket. I have paper towels stuffed up inside my shirt to soak up any leaks and there's a spit up stain the size of Iceland on our sheets. My main source of nutrition has been a baggie of cookies from Billy the Doorman and I still haven't folded the clean laundry from yesterday -- currently residing in the storage unit of my stroller, since someone stole our hamper bag.

But it's strange. Having these types of days makes me feel like I'm really doing this thing. This mom thing. This love-your-baby-so-much-you-don't-care-she-just-pooped-in-your-hand thing. It's nutty and tiring and insane, but it's also kick ass and real.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Girls night...in

Clay "Dad Man" Cowan hit the road today for a quick, one-night trip away. Which means the Lobster Bisque and I are solo for the first time since...never! Huzzah! Gulp.

I felt a little nervous pervous/mopey yesterday thinking about it, but our little friend let me get a few solid hours of sleep last night, today turned out to be sparkly sunshiney blue skies, and I even went for a walk into the real world without my mom forcing me to. And I did baby laundry! And ate a Cadbury egg! And I'm having one of my best pals visit tonight! I can do this, people!

And the icing on the cake? Running into Billy the Doorman who gave an amazing performance pretending not to know me since I've lost some baby weight.

"YOUR NAME CANNOT BE AMY!!!!!"

Yup. Things are good.

(But we still miss you, Dad Pants!)

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Monday, March 01, 2010

PPD (Post Partum Dance)

We kind of like to dance in our family. Like, a lot. So when my buddies at the old job sent me one of the Wii games I worked on (well, the manual) that gives you points for dancing? Well - I was a touch excited. Even if I'm not supposed to exercise for three more weeks.

It was my mom's last night in town (sob sob sob), so I made her play, too. And Harper watched. Intently. What followed is below.