Oh how I love you in the morning little girl. You wake up with a sweet smile and a great big stretch. Never fussy. Always happy.
Lately you are too busy to really nurse. You happily attack me for about 30 seconds when you have to pull away and look at something. Your light, the fan, your tree decal, you look at them all in the 20 minutes we sit and snuggle and snack.
This morning you discovered your taggie blanket. It's a sweet gift from a MSLC auntie and it has an owl fabric side, a minky side and tons of ribbons for you to rub. I've been covering your arms with it for months and often brush your sweet face with the minky side. Today you watched me do it and reached out. Pure delight and rapture. You rubbed the minky and touched the ribbon. You even shoved a piece in your mouth. All the while, smiling, so proud of yourself. I carried it with us when you went in to hang out with dad. Even after I left you wanted to touch it.
Yesterday we read and you patted the pages of your favorite animals. Or, at least that's what I like to think. All of the cats got love, do you recognize them? They look like your kitty, no?
You are growing so fast. Part of me can't believe how much you grow everyday. Most of all I love it. I love re-discovering all the simple things in the world through you, soft touch, pretty pictures, new sounds. You make it all seem so wonderful.
You are so wonderful Liza Jo. My sweet, perfect, happy girl.
(who has also been sleeping seven hours a night. I must whisper this so I don't jinx it. but, good job baby.)
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
It's the end of an era.
No more laying the baby in bed with me to sleep. No more leaving her on the couch for just a second while I run to the bathroom. No more leaving her anywhere without four sides or super low to the ground.
Friday night Eliza made me eat my words. This will not be the last time I'm sure, but the conversation goes something like this. "When do babies roll over?" "Oh, anytime now, but she's kinda chunky, so it may be a while yet." "Blah, Blah, Blah." "Nice to see you" "Thanks for coming by. "Goodnight" "Bye"
Wait for 45 seconds with baby on her back on couch.
Flop.
Yeah, I don't know whose face had WTF more clearly written on it. Mine said "WTF, my baby just rolled over" Her's said, "WTF mom, why did you move me?"
Yeah, kid because I'm soooo ready for that.
Look our world, Eliza Jo has rolled over. What's next, grad school?
No more laying the baby in bed with me to sleep. No more leaving her on the couch for just a second while I run to the bathroom. No more leaving her anywhere without four sides or super low to the ground.
Friday night Eliza made me eat my words. This will not be the last time I'm sure, but the conversation goes something like this. "When do babies roll over?" "Oh, anytime now, but she's kinda chunky, so it may be a while yet." "Blah, Blah, Blah." "Nice to see you" "Thanks for coming by. "Goodnight" "Bye"
Wait for 45 seconds with baby on her back on couch.
Flop.
Yeah, I don't know whose face had WTF more clearly written on it. Mine said "WTF, my baby just rolled over" Her's said, "WTF mom, why did you move me?"
Yeah, kid because I'm soooo ready for that.
Look our world, Eliza Jo has rolled over. What's next, grad school?
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Missing the Mister
The Mr. is in San Fransisco until Saturday.
I've made it two days without killing anyone and only used the f-bombevery other word a few times.
I'm saving all my extra Weight Watchers points for Saturday when he comes home. My homie Pinot and I have plans.
I've made it two days without killing anyone and only used the f-bomb
I'm saving all my extra Weight Watchers points for Saturday when he comes home. My homie Pinot and I have plans.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Busy, Busy, Busy
Last night we attended Fifth Night at Utica Square with my friend Tulley and her sweet Eden. Eden is only a few weeks old, so she slept. Eliza seemed to enjoy the light opera. I even caught her punching the air in rhythm. (ok, maybe not in rhythm, but she's my child. I'm always going to think what she did was a lot more awesome than the average bear.) I had a glass of wine and we got to bed late. Add that to the fact that something (she wouldn't tell me) was HILARIOUS from about 3-4 last night and I am glad it's Friday.
Saturday we are trying desperately to make our plans mesh with these gals. We have not seen each other since Maddie's Mom's shower. I'm dying to meet her girl and introduce our babies.
Finally on Sunday we get to see my SIL and her youngest for a brief bit. She is on a whirlwind visit for a wedding, but we just had to squeeze in a little time.
Monday Mr. Knip jets of to San Fransisco for work. He will not return until Saturday. I'm trying not to think about it.
Anything fun going on with you this weekend?
Saturday we are trying desperately to make our plans mesh with these gals. We have not seen each other since Maddie's Mom's shower. I'm dying to meet her girl and introduce our babies.
Finally on Sunday we get to see my SIL and her youngest for a brief bit. She is on a whirlwind visit for a wedding, but we just had to squeeze in a little time.
Monday Mr. Knip jets of to San Fransisco for work. He will not return until Saturday. I'm trying not to think about it.
Anything fun going on with you this weekend?
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Not Thinking About It.
What is the deal with people asking you "when are you going to have another?" when you JUST HAD A BABY? Someone had the nerve to ask me that in the hospital. Hell, I got it when I was still pregnant and terrified I wouldn't get to have her. WTF? What is the obsession with moremoremore nownownow. I was, and still, am adjusting to this life. For two years I begged God for one healthy baby. I got her and that is enough for me. Even if we wanted five more, why is it any one's concern or business? Why is two the magical number, or three? Why does anyone care?
At first I said the truthful answer. "We just plan of having one." Cue the litany of why that decision was wrong. When I tried to defend it, people would actually argue with me. I would end up upset and they would end the comment with a smug as hell "Just wait, you'll see." Next I moved on to, "we are going to wait until she is potty trained." or "I had a c-section so we need to wait a while before we talk about it." I'd still get opinions, but not as many people questioning what kind or person I am or making me feel less valid as a mother. It works, but there is just one problem.
I can't stop thinking about it all.
I lie awake at night worrying about my girl. Will she miss out because she didn't have a sibling? Will I? Does it hurt Mr. Knip's feeling when I say I don't want another because he is the second in his family? How would I have enough time for Eliza if I had to have a newborn again? Would I be enough? Would we have enough money? What about our five year plan? What if, How, Why? This litany of crap will not get out of my head. And it IS crap. Who cares? I am the time I have with my girl thinking about things that are irrelevant. And frankly? I just don't give a Flying Fluck what others think about my life.
I have a new answer for them. I plan to use it until she is 30, or until people stop asking.
"Oh my goodness, she's only XYZ old, I am not even thinking about it."
Because from here on out, I'm not. Sure, I miss the tiny, curled newborn body that fit perfectly in one arm. I will forever look at pictures and wish to go back for a moment and bask in that time once again. But I think every mom does. No matter if you have one or 20. But the moments do fly, so I am not going to waste another second on anything but enjoying Eliza. In this moment. Her moment. Our moment.
And everyone else can just kiss my...
At first I said the truthful answer. "We just plan of having one." Cue the litany of why that decision was wrong. When I tried to defend it, people would actually argue with me. I would end up upset and they would end the comment with a smug as hell "Just wait, you'll see." Next I moved on to, "we are going to wait until she is potty trained." or "I had a c-section so we need to wait a while before we talk about it." I'd still get opinions, but not as many people questioning what kind or person I am or making me feel less valid as a mother. It works, but there is just one problem.
I can't stop thinking about it all.
I lie awake at night worrying about my girl. Will she miss out because she didn't have a sibling? Will I? Does it hurt Mr. Knip's feeling when I say I don't want another because he is the second in his family? How would I have enough time for Eliza if I had to have a newborn again? Would I be enough? Would we have enough money? What about our five year plan? What if, How, Why? This litany of crap will not get out of my head. And it IS crap. Who cares? I am the time I have with my girl thinking about things that are irrelevant. And frankly? I just don't give a Flying Fluck what others think about my life.
I have a new answer for them. I plan to use it until she is 30, or until people stop asking.
"Oh my goodness, she's only XYZ old, I am not even thinking about it."
Because from here on out, I'm not. Sure, I miss the tiny, curled newborn body that fit perfectly in one arm. I will forever look at pictures and wish to go back for a moment and bask in that time once again. But I think every mom does. No matter if you have one or 20. But the moments do fly, so I am not going to waste another second on anything but enjoying Eliza. In this moment. Her moment. Our moment.
And everyone else can just kiss my...
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Three Months.
Sweet Eliza Jo,
How quickly time flies little love dove. Monday was the 16th and, just like that, you have been in my arms for three whole months. It seems like just yesterday, and yet, I can hardly remember life before you. All day Monday I would glance at the clock and think,"It's 9:54, you made your debut." or "It's 1:00, LaLa was on her way to meet you for the first time." The day is such a happy blur, but these moments stand out. I hope they never fade.
You are 16 pounds now. We call you Punkin Chunkin and love to kiss your baby fat rolls! Your real nickname is still Punchy though. You have a mean right hook and love to punch, punch, punch when your lunch isn't fast enough or when you are sleepy. It's so stinking cute.
Speaking of your size, it's official, you are too big for your bassinet. I talked a good game before you were here about putting you in your crib after a month or so but, yeah. We are fast learning that what we said before you got here and what works are usually polar opposites. You have been in your crib the past two nights an you are a champ. The first night your dad and I spent 10 minutes giggling as you discovered your new owl mobile. You kicked and punched your sweet little arms. It was SO exciting for you. We wound up the music part and you had a dance party. Once the music stopped you said "ooooooh, ooooh, ooooh" with a half frown until we started it up again.
Your sleep routine has been off the past week or so. I'm not worried. Between mom returning to work and the great crib transition (which is way harder on your mom) you have a lot on your plate. You have just rolled with it only crying once, this morning, when i had to go get ready for work. You really never cry so your dad and I tend to fall all over ourselves to get to you when you do.
Your fuss for two reasons, hungry and poopy. Man sakes alive, get that poop outta here! We like to wait a minute or two to let you finish (remind me someday to tell you about the poosplosion of 2011) and sometimes you are NOT cool with that. If you are fussy for no apparent reason, Derby, Eleanor or Janet, your paci friends, can fix it. Or, your new found friends, your hands. You love to rub your hands together in a fist and suck on them. Sometimes, when we are in the car, i can hear you noming your hands over the radio.
Your head control is great! Your really like to "sit" up and look around. You love to giggle, squeal, coo and smile. You light up the room and are not afraid to smile at people, just to say hi. You melt my heart and bring me such joy. I get up 30 minutes early, just so I can have extra snuggles to start my day. You are my world, my light, my dream come true, My Liza Jo.
I love you so very, very much sweet baby girl.
How quickly time flies little love dove. Monday was the 16th and, just like that, you have been in my arms for three whole months. It seems like just yesterday, and yet, I can hardly remember life before you. All day Monday I would glance at the clock and think,"It's 9:54, you made your debut." or "It's 1:00, LaLa was on her way to meet you for the first time." The day is such a happy blur, but these moments stand out. I hope they never fade.
You are 16 pounds now. We call you Punkin Chunkin and love to kiss your baby fat rolls! Your real nickname is still Punchy though. You have a mean right hook and love to punch, punch, punch when your lunch isn't fast enough or when you are sleepy. It's so stinking cute.
Speaking of your size, it's official, you are too big for your bassinet. I talked a good game before you were here about putting you in your crib after a month or so but, yeah. We are fast learning that what we said before you got here and what works are usually polar opposites. You have been in your crib the past two nights an you are a champ. The first night your dad and I spent 10 minutes giggling as you discovered your new owl mobile. You kicked and punched your sweet little arms. It was SO exciting for you. We wound up the music part and you had a dance party. Once the music stopped you said "ooooooh, ooooh, ooooh" with a half frown until we started it up again.
Your sleep routine has been off the past week or so. I'm not worried. Between mom returning to work and the great crib transition (which is way harder on your mom) you have a lot on your plate. You have just rolled with it only crying once, this morning, when i had to go get ready for work. You really never cry so your dad and I tend to fall all over ourselves to get to you when you do.
Your fuss for two reasons, hungry and poopy. Man sakes alive, get that poop outta here! We like to wait a minute or two to let you finish (remind me someday to tell you about the poosplosion of 2011) and sometimes you are NOT cool with that. If you are fussy for no apparent reason, Derby, Eleanor or Janet, your paci friends, can fix it. Or, your new found friends, your hands. You love to rub your hands together in a fist and suck on them. Sometimes, when we are in the car, i can hear you noming your hands over the radio.
Your head control is great! Your really like to "sit" up and look around. You love to giggle, squeal, coo and smile. You light up the room and are not afraid to smile at people, just to say hi. You melt my heart and bring me such joy. I get up 30 minutes early, just so I can have extra snuggles to start my day. You are my world, my light, my dream come true, My Liza Jo.
I love you so very, very much sweet baby girl.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
One thing that gets me through the day is the memory of Eliza when she first wakes up. I adore the way she thrusts out her chin and stretches her arms as soon as she's freed from the swaddle. She's like a tiny weight lifter with her sweet little fists. Such a big stretch for such a tiny girl.
It's another moment I cherish and let soak in. I want it to last forever.
It's another moment I cherish and let soak in. I want it to last forever.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Scenes from my Hood'
If you peeked in my kitchen window this morning you would have seen the following:
Me pumping with one hand while I ate cereal, took my fenugreek and packed the additional clean bottles with the other.
Multi-tasking working momma right here.
Me pumping with one hand while I ate cereal, took my fenugreek and packed the additional clean bottles with the other.
Multi-tasking working momma right here.
I, I did survive
my first day back at work, that is.
Today, the novelty has worn off. I miss my punchy.
Today, the novelty has worn off. I miss my punchy.
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