Happy October! Can you believe it is October? I am really quite shocked by this fact. There is nothing very new and exciting to report except that Belén is now five months old! We are getting close to that half of year mark. I cannot believe how fast time flies. I have been back to work for two full months now.
At this point, I would say we are well into our new version of the daily/weekly grind. Grind makes it sounds a little negative but it really is not. Both Andy and my jobs are enjoyable, interesting and busy. I really prefer this because I do not spend time brooding over the fact that I am not with our daughter during the day. Belén continues to do well at daycare with the exception of naps. She still sometimes wakes up the other kiddos or gets woken up by them, but she does have her good days. Regardless of the number of hours she sleeps each day, she seems to start getting tired before the clock strikes 6!! Her bedtime is still between 7 and 7:30, but I am thinking it is going to gravitate closer and closer to 6. It kills me. I now HAVE to leave work before 4:15 or I will see her less than two hours per day, if that. If she can get a little evening nap in then she can definitely make it until 7:30…but if she doesn’t she gets grouchy and practices her pissy scream.
Speaking of screams, I realized this morning that I can distinguish her cries. The whiny-sounding one is hunger, the pissed off squeal is wanting to change something about the situation like location or activity. And another one which I don’t really know how to describe is when she is tired. She really doesn’t cry for other reasons. I remember women telling me that one day I will be able to tell why she is crying by the cry and I couldn’t imagine that day ever coming. Well, here it is.
Making Belén Laugh
Belén continues to be a happy baby and sleep through the night. We feel SO SO SO lucky and will only take less than 20% of the credit for these two things. We are pretty sure it is just the nature of the baby because we have really not done much to achieve either of these two things besides be laid back and happy people ourselves. We are pretty sure that #2 will be much more difficult.
Belén is now a professional roller over. She also now likes to fall asleep to Andy or I reading the novel Tum Tum and Nutmeg, a fun book about two mice who bring presents to the little kids in their home. Okay, so she really doesn’t care about the book, but Andy and I enjoy reading to her and she usually passes out in her crib before the end of the nightly chapter.
Last Sunday we went to the zoo for our friend Owen’s third birthday. It was a zoo/Batman-themed birthday party and we enjoyed showing Belén the many interesting animals at the zoo. She couldn’t really see them through the cages, but she seemed to dig all that was going on around her. I found myself watching a pair of monkey’s for far too long as they groomed one another. One monkey would pick things out of the others hair and the other would grab the other monkey’s tail and brush it. I realized that this is what I spend almost every evening doing with Belén…clipping her fingernails, trimming her toenails, picking at her cradle cap, fishing out earwax and not to be forgotten, the behind-the-ear jam, armpit jam and neck jam digging. I was very interested in how my grooming of my daughter closely resembled the grooming the monkeys did to one another. It also made me wonder if humans used to groom one another more frequently in more touchy-feely time periods in history.
Our backyard project is entering its final phase. We have the landscaper and grill guy lined up and they will start next week. A full report on the entire progress upon completion.
Today after work, I picked up Belén from school and we went downtown to Anthropologie to purchase a gift certificate for my friends birthday. Despite being overtired from virtually no naps at school, Belén enjoyed all of the different colors and textures of the clothes around her. She approved of this gorgeous blue sweater I purchased and sneezed at all of the scents in the store (just like her mom.) Here is a picture from our outing.
Belén at Anthropologie
To close, I want to share the most funny email I have received in awhile. I was literally laughing out loud as I read it. I forward this to some of you already. Enjoy! (a lot of these are fairly specific to living the US)
Random Thoughts of the Day:
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
I wish Google Maps had an Avoid Ghetto routing option.
I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase “Regards” again.
Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the “people you may know” feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?
Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.
There is a great need for sarcasm font.
Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.
How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
The only time I look forward to a red light is when I am trying to finish a text.
Was learning cursive really necessary?
Lol has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say”.
My brother’s Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, “Cuz we beat you, and you hate us.” Classy, bro.
Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.
How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?
I love the sense of camaraderie when a n entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
Bad decisions make good stories
Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem….
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.
There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’
While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA. No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don?t win, they are executed.
I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dang it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?
I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
When I meet a new girl, I’m terrified of mentioning something she hasn’t already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.
I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.
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