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Monday, April 19, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The latest and greatest
I have totally neglected my blog and I apologize!
What's new around here, hmm...let's see....
Gabriella is freaking hilarious. She just totally silly all the time and I love it. Oh, this is heart melting (and most of you already have heard this ;): last week we were playing while I was getting ready for work. I sat on the floor next to her and she reached over, grabbed my head, brought it to hers and said, very softly "mama." OMG, I melted into the floor. I am still reliving that moment in my mind, it was so sweet.
She is also starting to stand for play. I stand her up at her musical table and she plays while standing. Not for long, but still, that's new for her. She has been getting up on all fours sporadically, but nothing really resembling forward movement in that regard. She loves to fall backwards from sitting now to get onto the floor and she lunges forward from sitting onto her stomach. She continues to love banging things together and loves to stick her index finger into holes...mainly my nose when I am giving her her bottle.
She is also venturing further into table foods. Thus far she has had random cooked veggies, bread, pancakes (blueberry and buttermilk), and blueberry waffles. This weekend I think I want to try cheese with her. I am thinking of making her grilled cheese. She loves to feed herself and has a very good pincer grasp. She still loves to shove 5 puffs in her mouth at a time though and it seriously freaks me out every time.
Updates with me--well, I am trying to slim down and tone up. I have been working out 2 times a week for almost 4 weeks now. One day of it I swim laps and the other I work out in the gym. No real results as of yet, but hopefully I'll start to see something soon. I am so sick of being flabby. I'm really not used to it. My BFF is getting married in 6 weeks and I really would life to be in good form for that...and then of course for our vacation this summer.
I'll post pics as soon as I upload them.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Saying mama!
OMG--can I just talk about how this melts me down to the floor? Yesterday I left her sitting on the floor so I could get ready for work and she gave me this pout, and started whining "mamamamama" as she was lifting her hands up for me to lift her up. Of course I did. Not to mention that I smother her with kisses and hugs everytime she does it.
This morning she started clapping on her own without me prompting her. Baby clapping is seriously adorable.
No new movement stuff, but WOW is she getting super "gabby" lately. And no, you many not call her gabby. I'm serious. KThx.
Pics to come soon, I promise!
This morning she started clapping on her own without me prompting her. Baby clapping is seriously adorable.
No new movement stuff, but WOW is she getting super "gabby" lately. And no, you many not call her gabby. I'm serious. KThx.
Pics to come soon, I promise!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Quick update and 9 month appt
I am so slammed at work its ridiculous! So, this will be short but sweet. I was away this weekend for the 1st time since Gabriella was born. I went to CA for my best friend's bachelorette party. To say I experienced physical pain being away from her for that long would be an understatment, but I had so much fun. It was just what I needed.
Of course baby girl had to catch a nasty cold while I was away. She's still fighting it off. We went for her 9 month check up yesterday. Gabriella is 21 lbs, 8.5 oz (90th percentile) and 28.75 in long (75th percentile). She has been on those growth curves since about 2 months old. The pedi said she looked great and minus her cold, perfectly healthy.
Gabriella is still not crawling. The pedi wasn't concerned about this. Apparently at this point they just want to make sure they sit on their own well and Gabriella has been a pro at that for quite a while. Her mobility is limited to slithering around on her stomach and rolling. She has gotten up on all fours before, but no crawling yet. My own personal unprofessional opinion is that she's probably content to get around as she does for now and once she wants to start getting farther than she does, crawling might come into the picture. The pedi says that it really could happen at any moment now. So, the waiting game with that continues.
New things with her developmentally, she's learning how to clap and can babble really well. She can do ba, va, wa, ma, ga, ka, and ta. She really does "ba" and "ga" the most but when she gets on a roll a bunch come out! Its really funny. She did say "mama" the other day but not relating it to me. I almost cried though, it was so amazing to hear that come out of her mouth.
She loves banging things together with her hands. She would do this all day long if we let her. She also likes to slap her knees when she's sitting, or if you give her your palms, she'll clap on your hands. So cute!
I'll take some new pics this weekend :)
So much for a quick update! lol...
Of course baby girl had to catch a nasty cold while I was away. She's still fighting it off. We went for her 9 month check up yesterday. Gabriella is 21 lbs, 8.5 oz (90th percentile) and 28.75 in long (75th percentile). She has been on those growth curves since about 2 months old. The pedi said she looked great and minus her cold, perfectly healthy.
Gabriella is still not crawling. The pedi wasn't concerned about this. Apparently at this point they just want to make sure they sit on their own well and Gabriella has been a pro at that for quite a while. Her mobility is limited to slithering around on her stomach and rolling. She has gotten up on all fours before, but no crawling yet. My own personal unprofessional opinion is that she's probably content to get around as she does for now and once she wants to start getting farther than she does, crawling might come into the picture. The pedi says that it really could happen at any moment now. So, the waiting game with that continues.
New things with her developmentally, she's learning how to clap and can babble really well. She can do ba, va, wa, ma, ga, ka, and ta. She really does "ba" and "ga" the most but when she gets on a roll a bunch come out! Its really funny. She did say "mama" the other day but not relating it to me. I almost cried though, it was so amazing to hear that come out of her mouth.
She loves banging things together with her hands. She would do this all day long if we let her. She also likes to slap her knees when she's sitting, or if you give her your palms, she'll clap on your hands. So cute!
I'll take some new pics this weekend :)
So much for a quick update! lol...
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Having kind of a hard day
I don't know what it is about today, but its taking every ounce of my body to not flee to Gabriella's daycare to sweep her into my arms and hold her. Its not that I don't always want to see her when I'm at work, I certainly do, but yeah....today is kind've hard. As my little baby has turned into a big baby, she got all sorts of new fun tricks up her sleeve. But, most of all, I think she's starting to miss me, which breaks my heart.
I have always thought that I wanted to be a working mom. I wanted both the career and the family. And while I still want the career, I'm really torn now. I spent so many years getting my degrees and I am damn proud of them, but honestly, right now all I want to do is be with my baby.
To further induce my tears which are on the words, I decided to re-read this forwarded email. le sigh. You're welcome ;)
"Motherhood" (I would give credit, but I have no idea who wrote this)
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.
My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings!
I have always thought that I wanted to be a working mom. I wanted both the career and the family. And while I still want the career, I'm really torn now. I spent so many years getting my degrees and I am damn proud of them, but honestly, right now all I want to do is be with my baby.
To further induce my tears which are on the words, I decided to re-read this forwarded email. le sigh. You're welcome ;)
"Motherhood" (I would give credit, but I have no idea who wrote this)
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.
My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings!
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