SOUNDS
Yesterday, I was getting the baby's diaper bag prepared for an outing, and while I was preparing his bottles and formula container, I heard a vibrating noise. Baby was already locked into his carseat and placed on the sofa across the room.
I freaked out once I heard the noise and figured that my phone must be on vibrate. I looked for it, but then realized that my phone was in my back pocket. I started looking for a creature that must've (obviously) been making noise by the refridgerator. No luck. I give up and decide to get the baby and go to the car.
As I picked the carseat up, I realized (by the smell) that baby had pooped his diaper. The vibration I heard was not my phone or an animal, it was my baby pooping with such force that it shook the carseat. Oh, the sounds liks baby makes!
Smells
I was taking baby to a luncheon with several co-workers and their babies today. As we rode down the street, I started to wonder what on earth had died in the bushes. Surely, my air conditioner was pulling in the putrid fumes from some rotting animal on the side of the road. I look down at the air control dials and notice that the aire was on max... meaning that the system was pulling air from inside the car. I switched the system to pull air from outside the car to see if there would be a difference in the smell. Yes, the air began to smell cleaner.
When we get to the restaurant, I start talking to my friends and realize that the smell has followed us into the restaurant. The only logical answer is that my kid has pooped his diaper. I sniffed, and my suspisions were confirmed. I prayed that he had not exploded into the carseat (because could you imagine trying to clean that and the smell that would linger?!), but he had not. I change him and then realize that I didn't have the little blue diaper trash bags. I wrapped the diaper and dumped it in the trash. I'm pretty sure the staff at that place are hurrying to get that thing out of the building! Even I was offended by the smell!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Random Stuff
Desitin is a miracle cream for any and every rash. We us it all over the baby and it works!
I may never know what it is like to sleep through the night ever again. Baby is still up every two hours starting around eleven or midnight.
Charlie can still wear his three month gowns, and he is six months old.
We lowered his crib mattress so that he can't pull up on the rails.
Charlie gets around by rolling over. He rolls and rolls until he reaches the other side of the room.
My house is in a constant state of messy, and I can't seem to get control of it because I'm tired, there aren't enough hours in a day, and my husband refuses to throw any of his sh!t away.
The BET awards was too long. I fell asleep after three hours. Why can't black folks keep stuff on schedule?
I am so excited that I was able to find a breathable bumper for Charlie's mini crib!!!
My kid enjoys watching tv.
I am completely formula feeding. The river runneth dry, so I have packed and stored my pump supplies. I'm kinda excited about being done, but that formula is hella expensive!
It amazes me that babies have sweaty feet.
I need to lose 15 pounds before going back to work, and my belly flab looks weird. It kinds sits on top of my incision. Hopefully, those 15 lbs will get rid of that belly fat.
My husband is an enabler. I have a major sweet tooth, and he consistently brings in sweet "for him". This week we have homemade cookies and cream ice-cream and cookie cake. It's so frustrating... Especially when he says, "Well, Steph, you don't have to eat it!". That's like telling a crack addict that he doesn't have to smoke the big rock you just placed next to his water cup.
I am an avid window shopper and think I might have an impulse shopping problem. Well, maybe not a problem... But buying stuff makes me happy.
My kid makes me happy and seeing him smile for just a moment rights an entire day of wrongs.
As of recently, he is peeing out a lot of diapers at night. I used to change them and 9 and they'd last through the night... But now, I change him at 9, 1, and 4, and they are all completely full!
I LOVE, love, love watching kid shows like Little Einsteins, Dinosaur Train, Handy Manny, Word World, and Martha Speaks.
I want so badly for my kid to look like me because he's so cute, and I want to be responsible for his cuteness... But he looks just like his dad, and I am constantly reminded whenever ANYONE sees him. "He looks JUST like his daddy!". I can only claim his complexion, toes, and fingers. I'm sure he has my personality.
I may never know what it is like to sleep through the night ever again. Baby is still up every two hours starting around eleven or midnight.
Charlie can still wear his three month gowns, and he is six months old.
We lowered his crib mattress so that he can't pull up on the rails.
Charlie gets around by rolling over. He rolls and rolls until he reaches the other side of the room.
My house is in a constant state of messy, and I can't seem to get control of it because I'm tired, there aren't enough hours in a day, and my husband refuses to throw any of his sh!t away.
The BET awards was too long. I fell asleep after three hours. Why can't black folks keep stuff on schedule?
I am so excited that I was able to find a breathable bumper for Charlie's mini crib!!!
My kid enjoys watching tv.
I am completely formula feeding. The river runneth dry, so I have packed and stored my pump supplies. I'm kinda excited about being done, but that formula is hella expensive!
It amazes me that babies have sweaty feet.
I need to lose 15 pounds before going back to work, and my belly flab looks weird. It kinds sits on top of my incision. Hopefully, those 15 lbs will get rid of that belly fat.
My husband is an enabler. I have a major sweet tooth, and he consistently brings in sweet "for him". This week we have homemade cookies and cream ice-cream and cookie cake. It's so frustrating... Especially when he says, "Well, Steph, you don't have to eat it!". That's like telling a crack addict that he doesn't have to smoke the big rock you just placed next to his water cup.
I am an avid window shopper and think I might have an impulse shopping problem. Well, maybe not a problem... But buying stuff makes me happy.
My kid makes me happy and seeing him smile for just a moment rights an entire day of wrongs.
As of recently, he is peeing out a lot of diapers at night. I used to change them and 9 and they'd last through the night... But now, I change him at 9, 1, and 4, and they are all completely full!
I LOVE, love, love watching kid shows like Little Einsteins, Dinosaur Train, Handy Manny, Word World, and Martha Speaks.
I want so badly for my kid to look like me because he's so cute, and I want to be responsible for his cuteness... But he looks just like his dad, and I am constantly reminded whenever ANYONE sees him. "He looks JUST like his daddy!". I can only claim his complexion, toes, and fingers. I'm sure he has my personality.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Quarantine
When I woke up on Thursday morning, I was exhausted, and I had mucus in my throat and nose. I blamed Zack for having the air conditioning turned up too high.
Well, Friday... I am even more exhausted, and I start to feel like my "cold" is getting the best of me. By Friday night, I was curled up under the covers of my bed wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I was in bed and sleeping by 7pm with chills and a terribly sore throat.
I called my parents and cancelled my Father's Day visit and decided instead to go to the Walgreens RediClinic for a checkup and some meds. I was almost 90% positive that I had strep throat because the pain in my throat radiated and pulsated in my ear and the pain was only on the right side.
I was right. I drove to the clinic at 8:30am with baby in tow wearing sweatpants, a ratty Georgia State shirt, and my beloved Toms. My hair had barely been combed, but I had achieved my goal of being first in line. As a matter of fact, I got there 15 minutes before the staff. They received the stank eye for being late but only for a second because I felt so bad, and I needed their help.
I was tested and given antibiotics and told that I was to change my pillows and toothbrush within 48 hours of taking the meds. I was also told that I wouldn't be able to kiss or breathe on the baby because he could catch it.
My mama came to help take care of Charlie while I slept my face off. I ended up sleeping in the guestroom while Zack kept the baby in our room. I had started in our room but was soon made to wake up and listen to a recording of my freight train snoring (which is what happens when your tonsils have nearly swollen your throat shut). I felt bad for the noise, so I left.
That brings us to right now... I miss my baby so much, and I want to sleep with him so badly that I'm restless. I can't sleep without him. You'd think that I'd be all over this whole "uninterrupted night's sleep", but no... Here I am blogging because I'd rather be with him waking up every two hours.
Well, Friday... I am even more exhausted, and I start to feel like my "cold" is getting the best of me. By Friday night, I was curled up under the covers of my bed wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I was in bed and sleeping by 7pm with chills and a terribly sore throat.
I called my parents and cancelled my Father's Day visit and decided instead to go to the Walgreens RediClinic for a checkup and some meds. I was almost 90% positive that I had strep throat because the pain in my throat radiated and pulsated in my ear and the pain was only on the right side.
I was right. I drove to the clinic at 8:30am with baby in tow wearing sweatpants, a ratty Georgia State shirt, and my beloved Toms. My hair had barely been combed, but I had achieved my goal of being first in line. As a matter of fact, I got there 15 minutes before the staff. They received the stank eye for being late but only for a second because I felt so bad, and I needed their help.
I was tested and given antibiotics and told that I was to change my pillows and toothbrush within 48 hours of taking the meds. I was also told that I wouldn't be able to kiss or breathe on the baby because he could catch it.
My mama came to help take care of Charlie while I slept my face off. I ended up sleeping in the guestroom while Zack kept the baby in our room. I had started in our room but was soon made to wake up and listen to a recording of my freight train snoring (which is what happens when your tonsils have nearly swollen your throat shut). I felt bad for the noise, so I left.
That brings us to right now... I miss my baby so much, and I want to sleep with him so badly that I'm restless. I can't sleep without him. You'd think that I'd be all over this whole "uninterrupted night's sleep", but no... Here I am blogging because I'd rather be with him waking up every two hours.
Friday, June 17, 2011
The Break Out
This is what I get when my kid learns to flip over and "crawl".
Side note: He's so oily because I had just taken him out of the bath and had given him a massage.
and this is how he has to be secured on the bed. He moves so fast!
Another side note: Our bed looks so crazy because I had just changed the sheets and mattress cover because he had just had a major blowout, and everything included me and him had to be washed.
Side note: He's so oily because I had just taken him out of the bath and had given him a massage.
and this is how he has to be secured on the bed. He moves so fast!
Another side note: Our bed looks so crazy because I had just changed the sheets and mattress cover because he had just had a major blowout, and everything included me and him had to be washed.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
January 12, 2011
I was induced two weeks early due to low fluid, and thank Goodness because THIS is what it looked like on the date that I was "due" to have a baby.
Yeah... The drive to the hospital would've been crazy!
Yeah... The drive to the hospital would've been crazy!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Surprises in the Middle of the Night
I'm in the process of putting my son in his crib for the night because he is currently taking over my bed. Seriously, ever since he learned how to roll over and "crawl", he has turned my bed into the baby ice-capades. He practically sleep crawls all.night.long!!! He turns his little body so that he tap dances on my belly and chest. It's not an ideal way to sleep.
My husband decided that he'd rather sleep in the spare bedroom because he "likes to stretch out".
Yeah, whatever!!! Just wait...
Zack will definitely have to pay his dues when Charlie is having nightmares and screaming for one of us to walk down the hallway to his room and save him from the monsters.
Well, I decided the other night to lay Charlie in his own bed for the night to see how it would go. It went well for two nights although I still had to get up every hour or two to give him a pacifier or feed him.
Tonight, I brought Charlie upstairs and laid him in his crib just as the precious two days. He had been fed and covered in a snuggly blanket. Because he had been wheezing, I picked him up to administer some saline, but he refused and fought against it with his life. I placed him back in his crib.
For whatever reason (probably the wheezing), I went back to his crib to turn him over, but this time I noticed that his belly was wet. I think to myself that he has peed out his diaper and now needs a new shirt and a diaper change. I tip-toed down the hallway (as to not wake Zack) and grabbed a fresh onesie from Charlie's room.
As I approached my sleeping baby, I noticed that he had a poopy smell. I think to myself, "Surely that wetness isn't poo!"
Oh... How wrong was I!
His little diaper had exploded; poo covered his belly and sheets. It took me standing in one spot, staring at that mess for three minutes before I could figure out what to do.
I quickly and carefully took off his diaper and onesie then wiped him down with wet wipes. After that, I gave him an abbreviated bath in the bathroom sink, lotioned his little body, dressed him, soaked his pooed-out onesie and sheet in water and oxy clean, and wiped his mattress down with Lysol.
He is now tossing and turning next to me in my bed. I'm back where I started... With a baby kicking my side and taking over my bed. And to top it all off... He's congested, so he's breathing like a little baby freight train.
My husband decided that he'd rather sleep in the spare bedroom because he "likes to stretch out".
Yeah, whatever!!! Just wait...
Zack will definitely have to pay his dues when Charlie is having nightmares and screaming for one of us to walk down the hallway to his room and save him from the monsters.
Well, I decided the other night to lay Charlie in his own bed for the night to see how it would go. It went well for two nights although I still had to get up every hour or two to give him a pacifier or feed him.
Tonight, I brought Charlie upstairs and laid him in his crib just as the precious two days. He had been fed and covered in a snuggly blanket. Because he had been wheezing, I picked him up to administer some saline, but he refused and fought against it with his life. I placed him back in his crib.
For whatever reason (probably the wheezing), I went back to his crib to turn him over, but this time I noticed that his belly was wet. I think to myself that he has peed out his diaper and now needs a new shirt and a diaper change. I tip-toed down the hallway (as to not wake Zack) and grabbed a fresh onesie from Charlie's room.
As I approached my sleeping baby, I noticed that he had a poopy smell. I think to myself, "Surely that wetness isn't poo!"
Oh... How wrong was I!
His little diaper had exploded; poo covered his belly and sheets. It took me standing in one spot, staring at that mess for three minutes before I could figure out what to do.
I quickly and carefully took off his diaper and onesie then wiped him down with wet wipes. After that, I gave him an abbreviated bath in the bathroom sink, lotioned his little body, dressed him, soaked his pooed-out onesie and sheet in water and oxy clean, and wiped his mattress down with Lysol.
He is now tossing and turning next to me in my bed. I'm back where I started... With a baby kicking my side and taking over my bed. And to top it all off... He's congested, so he's breathing like a little baby freight train.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Insufficient Funds???
I took baby to daycare today so that I could get some stuff done. I watched DVR'd episodes of Braxton Family Values (which I am secretly addicted to), went to the gym, and went to Walmart.
While at Walmart, I wanted to get a gift for Charlie's teacher's birthday as well as pick up a few groceries. I got the necessities: three boxes of the same cereal, greek yogurt, eggs, OJ, all kinds of fruit, some frozen veggies, baby formula, diapers, and some other stuff.
I get to the register to use my $5.76 coupon for the formula, and the lady isn't sure how to ring it up. Is it a check or cash? She asks, and the manager told her that it was both. I swipe my debit card before she finishes (as I always do), and the register freezes. We have to wait for a manager.
She eventually realizes that she'll have to ring up my stuff all over again, so we move to another register. I swipe my debit card again and the register reads: Not Approved.
confusion...
I swipe again...
CONFUSION...
I swipe my AMEX, and it goes through.
The manager and sales associate tell me that I should check with my bank to see if they froze my account because of the previous swipe on the first register. I agree.
I call my mom to tell her about my ordeal, and she states that that has never happened to her even though she has swiped and cancelled the transaction. I make up some excuse and go on about my day.
When I get home, I decide to check out my back account, and lo and behold.....
I'm low on funds!
This for the girl who has NEVER had to balance a checkbook, check her account, or worry about low funds! The first and only time I've ever over drafted my account was in 2006 when I paid my car note twice in a week.
oh well... I guess thats what happens when your paycheck is $300...
I'll only be buying the bare necessities from here on out.
While at Walmart, I wanted to get a gift for Charlie's teacher's birthday as well as pick up a few groceries. I got the necessities: three boxes of the same cereal, greek yogurt, eggs, OJ, all kinds of fruit, some frozen veggies, baby formula, diapers, and some other stuff.
I get to the register to use my $5.76 coupon for the formula, and the lady isn't sure how to ring it up. Is it a check or cash? She asks, and the manager told her that it was both. I swipe my debit card before she finishes (as I always do), and the register freezes. We have to wait for a manager.
She eventually realizes that she'll have to ring up my stuff all over again, so we move to another register. I swipe my debit card again and the register reads: Not Approved.
confusion...
I swipe again...
CONFUSION...
I swipe my AMEX, and it goes through.
The manager and sales associate tell me that I should check with my bank to see if they froze my account because of the previous swipe on the first register. I agree.
I call my mom to tell her about my ordeal, and she states that that has never happened to her even though she has swiped and cancelled the transaction. I make up some excuse and go on about my day.
When I get home, I decide to check out my back account, and lo and behold.....
I'm low on funds!
This for the girl who has NEVER had to balance a checkbook, check her account, or worry about low funds! The first and only time I've ever over drafted my account was in 2006 when I paid my car note twice in a week.
oh well... I guess thats what happens when your paycheck is $300...
I'll only be buying the bare necessities from here on out.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Pay Day
I'm a teacher, so when I was "planning my pregnancy", I had decided to get pregnant so that I would start my maternity leave in April.
Well, that was in a perfect world.
In THIS world, I got pregnant so that I would be able to end the Fall semester and begin the Spring semester within 12 weeks. I, after having talked it over with the hubby, decided to take the full 12 weeks allotted to maternity leave... Knowing that I would only get paid for five of those weeks.
I didn't feel it as much in March when I didn't receive a check especially since the lady at Central Office told me that my checks would be "significantly less"...
I assumed that "significantly less" meant that I'd receive half my check.
Long story short...
My paycheck was a wopping...
Three hundred dollars!!!!!
All of my shopping plans have had to be modified. I can only window shop for the next few weeks. In the meantime, I've found the perfect handbag and red shoes.
Well, that was in a perfect world.
In THIS world, I got pregnant so that I would be able to end the Fall semester and begin the Spring semester within 12 weeks. I, after having talked it over with the hubby, decided to take the full 12 weeks allotted to maternity leave... Knowing that I would only get paid for five of those weeks.
I didn't feel it as much in March when I didn't receive a check especially since the lady at Central Office told me that my checks would be "significantly less"...
I assumed that "significantly less" meant that I'd receive half my check.
Long story short...
My paycheck was a wopping...
Three hundred dollars!!!!!
All of my shopping plans have had to be modified. I can only window shop for the next few weeks. In the meantime, I've found the perfect handbag and red shoes.
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