My hands smell like Dreft stain remover. I just finished scrubbing yellow poo out of two of Belén’s outfits so I am rewarding myself with a glass of wine and some time on the computer. Andy and Belén are both asleep and I am wide awake.
Belén has officially passed the two month mark. She was rewarded with a trip to the doctors where both of her thighs were shot up with micro doses of nasty diseases to ward off larger doses of them. I was glad for her first shots as I have been hearing about more and more people who are not immunizing their kids due to concerns about autism and other things. While I appreciate every parents right to make this decision, it makes me pretty pissed off to think that my less than two month old who cannot be immunized can pick up a disease like whooping cough from a child who is greater than two months and has a higher chance of surviving it but who could have avoided it all together had their parents immunized them. My point of view that immunizations are part of living in a civilized society with other people. Whew, I didn’t know how strongly I felt about that until I started typing. It is funny how our offspring can bring out stronger emotions in us than anything relating to merely ourselves. So anyway, off my soap box.
We went to the doctors yesterday and Belén weighed in at 11 pounds 9 ounces (70th percentile) and is now 23 inches in length (75th percentile). Lucky for her she is proportional. The doctor said she looked good and healthy and we are not really supposed to change much of what we are doing at this point. The visit ended with her first round of shots, as I previously eluded to. She had been fussy most of the visit, but it turned into blood curling screams when Jermane, the nurse, started pricking her. Poor guy, can you imagine making babies wail on a daily basis? I focused on her face and didn’t watch him prick her as it made it easier to get through the experience. Dr. Beauchaine has a wonderful tradition of giving parents chocolate truffles on shot day, which I greatly appreciated. Belén took a record four-hour nap yesterday while I updated the photos pages on this site. She was more fussy than normal when she woke up from her nap and then she upchucked her entire dinner, but by evening, she seemed more or less back to normal.
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This past weekend, we packed up two-thirds of our house and traveled to the beautiful Stanley, Idaho for our friend Sara Anderson’s wedding. Sara is a good friend of my sister’s so Anna was one of the bridesmatron people. What are the married versions of bridesmaids called? Belén was fussy on and off during the three hour drive to Stanley, so at one point I ended up joining her in the backseat. I swore I wouldn’t be one of those moms but goodness life is better when she is happy in the car rather than fussing and sometimes screaming. We were wondering if perhaps the dramatic elevation gains on some of the passes were causing pressure in her ears or something.
We finally arrived and checked into our hotel. Andy brought in all of the gear and we set up the pack and play in the room and got everything situated. I was absolutely exhausted since I had woken up at 5AM and rode to the 9-mile mark on Bogus Basin Road with Ray, Andy’s dad, that morning. The 5AM part wasn’t the killer, it was the nine miles of steep hill on my road bike. Anyway, I made it, but it kicked my butt.
I told Andy that I was going to take a nap, so he went down to the “Kasino” club to grab some dinner. I thought he was coming back with food soon so I didn’t call him to tell him the baby woke up and we were hanging out waiting for him to come back. After about an hour and a half, I finally called to see where he was and found out that he was eating with my parents, enjoying the awesome house band the bar/restaurant had. Knowing that we were awake, he came back to the hotel and brought me a smoked salmon appetizer. It was tasty. I rallied once I had some food in me and my mom offered to watch Belén for awhile so Andy and I went back to the Kasino club to enjoy a cocktail and an hour without the kiddo together. I wish I would have had more energy for dancing because the band was fantastic and it would have been fun to country dance.
That night, Belén slept well even though it was a strange place. I still think at this point, most places are probably strange to her. Saturday morning, we were up early and again, my saint of a mom watched Belén while Andy and I drove to Redfish Lake and ran five miles around the lake (actually, 2.5 miles out and 2.5 miles back.) The run completely kicked my butt (there is a theme here) as the first 2.5 miles was grueling uphill on a path laden with tons of rocks and tree roots. I fell twice probably because I was too tired to pick my feet up the required amount to clear all obstacles. My arms then ached from catching myself when I fell. I am reminded of one of my favorite Ani DiFranco lines, “when I look down, I miss all the good stuff; when I look up, I just trip over things.” Regardless, it was still nice to get out on a run with my better half while enjoying the breathtaking views of the Sawtooths and Redfish Lake. We spent the rest of the day before the wedding eating at “Bakery” (Bakery was the name of the bakery…I love small towns!) and walking around Stanley taking pictures and such.
The wedding was at Stanley Lake at 5 PM and we actually met at the location of the reception at 4:30 and were bussed to the lake. It was a gorgeous and wonderfully short ceremony. The following reception was very nice and planned well down to the most minute detail. I dug the fact that they served macaroni and cheese as one of the side dishes. The cake was also amazing. Their wedding planner was a woman name Hannah who is also the mayor of Stanley and I believe was at one point either the youngest mayor in the state or the country I cannot remember which. I think she has about eight other jobs as well, but she excelled in the wedding planning role. It doesn’t hurt that she has about the most amazing backdrop possible in the Sawtooth mountain range.
Sacked out with a dishelved hat for the wedding
Sara was the true wedding planner though and really did a fabulous job on the entire day. Sara is probably the most hip person I know when it comes to music, so the music and dancing was excellent. She had a great idea in that she asked guests to recommend a song on the RSVP card. She was one of the most grateful brides I have ever seen and it was an absolute joy to be able to be apart of their special day. The festivities went on past midnight but Andy and I retired to our beds by 10:30. It was a good thing that we did because our baby did not sleep so well that night. We are blaming it on the coleslaw (cabbage and milk) that I ate at the reception. The poor thing was gassy and fussy all night long. The little kids who were running down the hall of our hotel with paper thin walls got their payback as I am sure they could hear the baby crying periodically through the night. Actually, it wasn’t that bad, but she was not a happy camper.
Needless to say, we were too tired to go for a second run together and used the time to sleep instead. We packed up our stuff, ate breakfast at Bakery again and headed out of town. The drive back to Boise went more smoothly as Belén slept all of the way until the Chevron on the outskirts of town. All in all, it was a great weekend and a successful trip with the baby.
By the way, I added a bunch of older photos to the site as well as reorganized the Idaho and Sailing photos. I also added a Races album with pictures from a few of the races we have done over the years and a “Family Album” with pictures of Andy and I (and now Belén) through the years. I still want to dig up some of the photos of before Andy and I were married so I can have a true progression of pictures through the years. There are also new photos under “Friends & Family.” My memory is so horrible that I am using photos as a crutch to remember the fun we have had.
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Remember, this is the section you should not read if you do not want to know the gross parts of pregnancy and child birth…. First, I am happy to report that I no longer stink. Let me clarify, I am not sweating like a pregnant lady anymore…if I didn’t shower for long enough, I am sure I would still stink. For awhile there, I would walk around the house for a few hours and I could have swore I had just run a 10K by the amount of sweat I produced. I am glad to be past that.
Second, my boobs remind me of African tribal boobs (except they are a different color.) You know those ladies on Nat Geo who walk around doing their daily activities with their shirts off. Or wait, do they even own shirts? Hmmm, I never actually considered that. Anyway, I went to the YMCA tonight to run/lift weights and after I got home, I took a shower. After I recovered from the water hitting my chaffe marks (Ow! the bad part of running) and got through the shampooing and conditioning and general cleansing, I decided to take advantage of my time alone and shave my legs even though I could have probably gone another day or two before looking like an amazon woman or new mom who doesn’t have time to shave their legs.
I put my leg on the ledge in the shower and was shaving when I noticed something swaying back and forth out of the corner of my eye. Yup, you guessed it…it was a boob. Belén had eaten right when I got home from exercising virtually draining both of my boobs, so they looked especially African tribal. It sucks because this is the only time in my life that they will be porn star sized, yet nothing about them besides the size resembles porn star boobs. Qué será, eh? I guess porn star boobs cannot sustain a little child, which is much more important to me at this point.
Third and last, I now believe that big boobs are overrated and I understand why my friends and sister/sister in-law complain about them. I am honestly not trying to expose my boobs, but I swear every shirt I have with any sort of neckline displays them proudly…even the nursing tanks. You would think that the nursing shirts would compensate for the larger size and help cover those babies up, but they don’t. So sorry if I am disgusting or offending anyone. I am done buying additional clothing for this “body transition period.” I will try my best to keep them under wraps though.
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