I received Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris Saturday as a birthday present. I just finished it. Damn! His books are so entertaining but are such fast reads. Now I must find something else to read and there is absolutely nothing else on our bookshelf that appeals to me. And the library by us is closed for the next year for repairs. There is another library that's relatively close, but they seem to not have any books. Or at least, they don't have any of the books I'm looking for. I was going to put some books on hold and have them sent to that branch, but the online hold thing isn't working. Argh! I guess I'll have to break down and take a trek to the downtown branch, as it seems to be the only one that has anything I want to read. But I need a solution NOW, I am not a patient person. We do have another fantastic book on parenting that is sort of tongue-in-cheek called The 3 Martini Play Date which was a gift from Katie, but Tim's reading it now.
Also, Tim and I were talking Sunday, (dreaming really), about buying a new house, and now I cannot stand the sight of my own house. It seems so filthy (it is) and boring now. I know this case of house envy was brought on by Tim's sister Katie and her husband Ryan buying an absolutely charming modern loft. I'm sure this would be an advantage to living in Houston, they don't have a housing bubble like Austin. Tim discovered this house on the internet: http://www.vintagemodernhomes.com/forsale.htm It's awesome, but very tiny, not in our part of town, and pricey. Although when I do a mortgage calculator, by magic it somehow winds up being cheaper than our current payment even though it costs loads more. I don't understand that. And really, do I want to go through the crap of packing and moving? Not to mention all the stuff we need to do to this house before we can sell. Trust me folks, just don't even start thinking about a new house/car/etc. because suddenly the one you have looks pitiful. Perhaps I just need to really focus on cleaning this house and getting rid of crap. Yes, that's what I should do. I think it's just because this house is so "finished" or at least as finished as we're willing to make it since we don't want to live here forever.
Stella does not care what the house looks like, thankfully, she's much more interested in chewing on her fingers and drooling.
Monday, May 29, 2006
I have not had the internet all weekend and did not realize how much I relied on it now! My parents' internet is not working and they have decided that they shouldn't bother calling to get it fixed because Time Warner wouldn't come out except on a weekday anyway and they wouldn't be there. Even though they might be able to fix it over the phone. I know, they're weird. This weekend we wanted to do things like look up a restaurant to have lunch at, show my Dad the car we're thinking of getting when we pay off Tim's, little stuff like that and we couldn't because they had no internet. We are way too spoiled!
So I'm really enjoying pulling out my laptop today and checking my email, reading friends' blogs and, the motherload, discovering that Brangelina had their baby and named her Shiloh. Shiloh?! And people thought Suri was bad. I'd take Suri over Shiloh anyday. I had no clue that they were such Civil War buffs. And as Tim just pointed out, it was a massacre.
We had a great weekend in Houston, but we were busy, trying to make sure everyone got a piece of the action with Stella. I know everyone loves her so much, so I want to make sure everyone gets to see her and spend lots of time with her, which is really impossible. But I feel guilty anyway, which I know is completely irrational. I think having people visit us is the best solution because they can get to see her lots and we don't have to drag tons of stuff. Babies need so much crap! We also got to go see a movie in a real movie theatre, which was super-exciting. It was X-Men 3 and we both enjoyed it immensely. I wish they would stop making X-Men movies because they just keep being really good and I know they are going to screw it up soon.
Stella behaved beautifully in Houston even though we have resigned herself to the fact that she is early teething and we think also going through a growth spurt. She scared us to death last night when she vomited up the entire bottle of breast milk Tim had given her. She was covered! I think she just chose to eat it really quickly, and wasn't even in the mood for food, although she was wailing like she was. (I couldn't feed her the old-fashioned way because we'd just gotten back from our trip and I'd just pumped). Tim thinks she's reaching the point where she really gets a personality.
(left: Stella with her Aunt Katie and Uncle Ryan. Right: Stella w/ Aunt Caroline, Uncle Brian is in the foreground)
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
So I must blog about this before I forget, since I haven't made any progress on that baby book, have I? I mean, I guess I could be doing it right now...
So we had Stella's 2 month checkup today and she is a superstar! She's doing great. She's 23 inches, weighs 11lbs, 9.6oz, and her head circumference is 38.5 centimeters. She slipped from 90th to 75th percentile on height, but the doctor doesn't worry about that because it could just be due to the nurse not stretching her out all the way. Her weight stayed steady at 75th percentile and her head circumference is still 50th. The doctor said we should pat ourselves on the back, since we're obviously doing great with breast feeding since she's gaining weight just as she should be. Yay!
The doctor also said that she is holding her head up like a 4 month old and in fact said she was, "awesome." It was really cute hearing our little Indian doctor use the word "awesome." Stella behaved beautifully for all the doctor's poking and prodding and actually cried when the doctor left! I think she missed her:) She didn't get her vaccines today because they were out of one of them and we decided to give her all 3 at once rather than have the poor thing go through the pain twice!
This is the first picture taken of just Stella and I (with me not in a nightgown). She's 8 weeks, 1 day. I'm just 2 weeks away from 29, eek!
Also, this blog is breaking my husband's heart, but I feel like LGT.com visitors do not want to hear me ramble about my baby.
I'm sorry I have such a lame title for my blog. I couldn't think of anything and wanted to get started right away!