With such a delicious menu, don’t you wish I served you breakfast every morning?
WHATEVER, I KNOW YOU DO.
Guess which of these Made by Mama foods went over like a lead balloon? (Hint: it wasn’t the prunes.)
Aug17
Tag Archives: mornings
Jul4
Cheeky handprint
Someone in this house slept for 15 hours last night.
That someone was not me. It wasn’t Joey, either. And I doubt it was Henry, but I didn’t ask him and he didn’t tell me.
If your guess is Analie…DINGDINGDINGDING, you are right, sir! (Or ma’am. I guess I should be PC.)
After that much sleep, she woke up smiling and happy. She also woke up with a red handprint impression on her cheek that was just too cute for words. So we took a picture. (Who wants to read 1,000 words on the Internet, anyway?)
Apr7
Wake up!
Most mornings when I go in to get Analie in the morning, the first thing I see is her two little feet sticking up in the air over her crib bars, kicking away. The variation on this theme is when she is crying and awake, because then her feet are straight up in the air and stiff as a board, because earlier this week she discovered how to tense up her muscles and pretend rigor mortis has set in.
She also enjoys practicing this technique when we’re changing her diaper. Not because she hates getting her diaper changed so much, but more because it’s fun to get all tense, because then I have to tickle the back of her knees to get them to bed so I can actually finagle her diaper onto her little bum.
Anyway, this morning she slept in until 8:00, which was totally surprising. I wanted to snap a picture of her feet in the air, but it’s really hard because the room is so dark. I had the camera sitting right outside her room, so when I heard her first holler of I AM AWAKE MOM COME AND GET ME PLEASE!, Joey and I ran in. He snapped a (slightly fuzzy) picture and I picked up the squirming ball of happiness.
HI! HI! HI! HI!
Mar7
She’s already solving the world’s problems
Analie was feeling talkative again this morning, and Joey just had to capture it.
Mar3
Bumbo party!
39.99 thanks to Kelly Spohr for letting us borrow their Bumbo seat. Analie is loving it.
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Feb24
A flashy pink diaper on a crabby baby
This morning, in between reading stories and Analie sucking the life out of her shirt’s sleeve (new favorite thing to do), we’ve been changing a lot of diapers. Fortunately none of those diapers have involved changing her clothes because they were blowouts. We are loving gDiapers because I am doing a LOT less baby girl laundry.
After she ate this morning, and it was time to change from PJs to daytime clothes, we decided to take some pictures. She was 50% happy, so she’s looking kind of cranky. And her hair is looking pretty extreme.
But check out the girl’s cute little diaper. I can’t wait until it’s warmer so she can just run around in one of these.
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Feb2
Squishy cheeks
After I change Analie’s diaper, we almost always have some kind of crazy playtime on the changing table. This was my master plan from week one, because she hated having her diaper and clothes changed so badly that I figured I needed to try to make it fun so she’d like it. Turns out that once in a blue moon my master plans work, because unless she’s extremely tired or hungry she loves having her diaper changed now.
When we’re done playing, I scoop her up and hold her up high on my shoulder to practice her neck control. She also loves this because, ta da!, it means she can SQUISH CHEEKS WITH MOMMY.
Oh my goodness. So exciting.
Jan10
Baby Homeschooling
In an effort to have the most genius baby in the whole world, I have begun a rigorous and intensive educational campaign with her. She can already read, do algebra, and has written a 350 page epic-style poem. WHAT CAN YOUR KID DO!?
Just kidding.
She can’t read or do algebra.
Heck, I can barely do algebra.
I did buy a weekly developmental activity play book for her, though, and we’ve been “doing school” every day. This week she has been learning how to track her giraffe toy with her eyes (and sometimes she even moves her whole head!). If she was really going to get an A+, she’d reach out in an effort to touch her giraffe…but so far she hasn’t done that.
Usually she just laughs at the giraffe. While that is cute and hilarious it is not in the scope and sequence of the activity, neither is it on the competency list. So on the days when she just cracks up at the giraffe because apparently he is SO!! FUNNY!!, I give her a C. (C for Cute.)
I really don’t care if Analie is smarter than other kids or does things before everyone else, I just want to be sure that I am engaging as many of her senses as often as possible when we play. And since I haven’t got the first idea how to do this because I (unwisely!) avoided children for the last, oh, two and a half years or so…I had to buy a book.
I want to be sure that I am making the most of Analie’s awake times and that every thing we do has a purpose, and I want most of her learning interaction to come from people (me!) and not from a screen. It’s super tempting to just shove her in her swing and run around the house doing things. I love love love to Get Things Done, so I have to remind myself that interacting with my baby is even more important than dicing an onion or unloading the dishwasher. I can do those things when she takes a nap. And sometimes swing time has a purpose…and that purpose is learning to be OK and happy on her own. (Which she’s doing much better with!)
Speaking of naps, though, she’s asleep and the floor’s not swept yet.
I should finish that before my baby Einstein wakes up.
Jan4
Smiles
First off, I should say that I was shocked to wake up at 6:30 this morning to Analie crying. Why was this so shocking? Because it was the first peep I’d heard out of her since 10:00 the night before. She must have drunk twice her weight in milk at her last feeding or something, because I did not expect her to sleep all night. She’s still too little!
I’m sure she’ll never do it again now that she did it once. It was a fluke.
Analie has started smiling. Big, cheek busting smiles. I love them. She has several very happy periods a day when she smiles and coos and giggles at me. Yes, she’s got a very rudimentary giggle already. (It sounds like a cross between a hiccup and a gasp and finishes with a cough.) She’s so proud of herself every time she does it that she flashes me a smile that makes me cry. And then I just sit there and blubber for a minute because not only do I have actually have a baby (??!!!!!!??) but she smiles at me!!
Unfortunately, she’s camera shy.
I tried to take some pictures with our lame point and shoot this morning, but all she wanted to do was wiggle around and smile after I had taken the picture. So pretty much all of them are fuzzy because she was so excited about being 50% baby naked AND LAYING ON THE FLOOR FOR OPTIMAL WIGGLES (a thrilling thing when you’re 6 weeks old).
Please note her ridiculous tuft of hair in the back.
Nov22
A long morning
I flooded the bathroom at 6:00 am. Again. I should have learned from the last experience with bathroom floodings, but all I can say in my defense was that last night was a really long night and I kept waking up every hour. Since I was already up I decided to see what was going on in the bathroom. And nothing ever was, but I must have been asleep still. Therefore, I forgot to ensure that the toilet was properly flushed.
Which is why, at 6:00 am, it overflowed all over the floor. And me. And the rugs. I whipped off the toilet lid (while screaming) as if that would solve the problem, and started yanking on the metal bar that’s in there.
I have no idea what that bar does, internet. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
Well, the answer is NO, it wasn’t. Because it made the toilet flush AGAIN, thus launching more water onto the floor.
Since I had been laying awake in bed since 5 am anyway, I decided I’d just get up, clean up the bathroom (again), wash my hands with 100 degree water, and bake the pie I said I’d bake for the FIEC Thanksgiving deal tomorrow night.
After everything was cleaned, I threw the rugs in the wash again and baked my pie. It turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Then I fell asleep until 9:45.
Around 10:30, I thought it might be wise to hang the rugs to dry instead of throwing them in the dryer. They are…old and have lately had a rough life, what with all this washing they’ve been getting. I set up my drying rack and opened the washing machine and….screamed.
Because they had disintegrated. One far worse than the other.
There are rug guts all over the inside of the washing machine, and I can’t bend over the thing far enough to pick them out. I am afraid this job will have to fall to Joey once I can peel his eyeballs out of his latest Star Wars book.
I showed the disintegrated rug to Joey and he was all, Wow…that rug is…wow.
Then he told me to just throw them away. There was no saving them.
And now he’s pouting about how cold the floor is in that bathroom since it has no rugs. He’s been commenting about how far he has to walk to get to the purple bathroom now, since it has a warm cozy rug for his feet.
Ten minutes ago, he got up from his chair and walked back to our bathroom. I asked him where he was going (to get a kleenex) and I was all, oh…about the kleenex box…it was somehow a casualty of the flood and it got submerged in toilet water.
He wilted, sighed, and shuffled over to the purple bathroom to use its kleenexes.
I cannot keep this flooding business up. I must improve!
