solids!

we started lola on solids this past week. we started her on cereal and she got to sample some smashed avocado as well. she was able to swallow the cereal ok, but she has a short amount of patience with it before she just wants her bottle.

this week also marked the first illness, first round of calling the doctor in a panic, and first purchase of pedialyte. it was indeed a variation of the stomach flu. and nic and i both got it full force. later, so did our roomate. so it's been a pukey, poopy week for our little house.

i don't know if this is a good time to divulge this, but i might as well get it off my chest. i am obsessed with my child's boogers. this includes eye boogers as well as your standard nose boogers. also, i find myself tranfixed with stray eyelashes. especially those that have come loose but are sticking out the corner of her eye. i'm a picker. i pick at my baby. i also obsess over her earwax--because there is a LOT of earwax--and feel very accomplished when i'm able to get a 3 qtip ear cleaning in. is this weird? i suppose if i have to be asking, it likely is.

New Year, New Look, NEW BLOG!

Okay, I just wrote a big post and deleted it. Out of frustration with this website.

I had a pretty lengthy post about how crappy I'm feeling lately about a lot of junk, but that I found a website to make me feel a little better and that made me laugh out loud. I can't add the hyperlink because a) i'm too internet illiterate to figure out how to make it so one could just click on the link and b) Blogger's E-Z tool of just clicking and adding it to your blog isn't working for me.

So now I got lots on my mind, but I'm totally over the idea of posting it on here today.

Cut and paste this, though, for a good laugh. It really will be worth it.

http://www.finslippy.com/finslippy/2008/01/we-are-all-winn.html

I wish I could remember to post here more!

I know for awhile I had regular readers and I imagine I've lost most of them since I stopped updating this blog regularly. Hopefully I can get back in the groove!

Lola is 3 months old now. I have to go by months and not weeks since she's actually like 14 or 15 weeks old, but just hit the three month mark on Monday. She still sleeps like a champ. She smiles constantly and makes happy-baby squeaky noises. She rolled over by herself on Sunday, though she hasn't been able to do it since. (Nic says that maybe she was just following the momentum of gravity since it happened on the couch when I was sitting next to her. Bah, I say. She rolled over on her own!) She's grabbing at things on purpose, though not always very well and she can't always hold on to them. She burps and farts like a frat boy during homecoming.

Life in the Onorato-Moen household is hectic these days, but still as fun as ever. My living situation sounds like the beginning of a joke (3 adults, one baby, 4 cats and a dog walk into a bar...). We got a new couch last week, a big sectional with a huge ottoman. It's a couch you have to climb into and out of. It's going to make winter time lounging even more comfey.

I'll try and post here a few more times before the holidays....fingers crossed I'll remember!

And She's Here

Okay. Anyone who reads this blog already knows that the baby has come. And she is rad. You have either met her or seen pictures of her. You also have a forgiving nature for my lack of posting because you know I'm a new mommy. That said, I'm finally finding time to update this page about our adventures.

She's 10 weeks old today, but just had her 2 month birthday on Saturday. How's that for math? She had her 2 month check up this afternoon and she is right average for weight and height but super alert and active and is fixin' to start rolling over soon. Her eyes are huge and she smiles, well, most of the time. And she's started talking. Or cooing, rather. She's does "ah-oooooh" and "cooooo" pretty well. Should I be excited that her babble is already polysyllabic?

I'll go back and fill in the blanks as best I can in this blog. But to sum everything up so far I will say that being a mommy to such a cute baby is a great ego trip. Not only does a cute baby only make his or her parents more attractive, but everyone wants to be the one to make the cute baby smile. When you get to be one of two people that can always make that happen, you feel pretty big.

Okay. Gotta run. She's up from a nap and fussy. First run of immunizations so she's not feeling too hot.

If you know what's good for you, you just won't ask

Reasons to get excited:
-Started losing weight (for those of you who don't know, that is common just before you go into labor. There's less amniotic fluid in there and everything is shrinking up to get the baby out. It's the equivalent of the party host starting to clean up the party and turn the lights on. Means it's time to think about getting going)
-Have been told by both the chiropractor as well as midwifery nurse that they could tell the baby was "very low"
-Lots of dull achey contractions

Reasons I am getting increasingly crabby:
-Lots of dull achey contractions
-Generally BORED
-I hate going to bed/am happy when the alarm goes off in the morning because I HATE laying in bed
-Knew I'd be setting myself up for disappointment by starting checking progress 2 weeks ago. Have made no progress in the last week.
-Everyone--even people who aren't pregnant yet--will have their babies before me.

So the long and short of it is that everyone is unallowed to ask me: If I'm ready, When I'm going to pop, If it's hot enough for me, If I'm excited, If I'm nervous, If I'm counting down, and especially...When is it going to happen. If you speak with me about labor, pregnacy, and motherhood in general I will most likely scowl at you, quickly change the topic, or just mumble and look down at my shoes. You've been warned.

My midwife last week told me I need to take up a project. I got some fluffy books to read the other day (hey hey Candace Bushnell novels!), but I think I need something a little more involved than that. At the last art vs craft fair I bought a few of the Sublime Stitching patterns (http://www.sublimestitching.com) and haven't used them yet. I'm getting out of work a little early today and will hit up Michaels crafts for some embroidery thread and an embroidery hoop. I'm going to hole myself in my bedroom with air conditioning and cable tv for the rest of the afternoon and make roller derby-themed tea towels and onesies. I kind of want to learn some more involved crochet stitches or learn how to knit, but both of those require someone physically showing me. Cousin Becky: If you're reading this within a day or two of me posting this entry, I highly reccomend you stop everything that you're doing, drive down to Milwaukee within the next few days and teach me how to knit.

trapped in the elevator!

i've been taking the elevator at work a lot in the last few weeks. we only have 2 stories in our building, but it's just been easier for me to do the lift instead of hiking up and down. well, today, on my way back from lunch, the lights in the elevator flickered just as i had reached the 2nd floor and i heard a noise that sounded like all the power just went out. you know...like...BWWWWWOOOOOooooooo.... (I believe that would be the phonetic representation of the power shutting off.) After a few seconds in the dark, the overhead lights came on, but the buttons for the floors weren't lit up. Dispatch for the Housing Authority and Public Safety is located in the building, so when pressed the call button for help I knew they'd be right there. Which they were. And the irony and seriousness of the only person to ever get stuck in that elevator to be pregnant old me didn't escape our public safety team. They had a special key that they used to open the doors and pryed them open manually. The car was right at the floor, so all I had to do was step out when the doors were open. This whole process took 5-10 minutes. Nothing too big. But did I also mention I'm claustrophobic? Because I am. So it was all I could do to not have a panic attack, to keep my breathing steady, and to not visualize the elevator car plummeting down the shaft. But I did it. I kept my cool. And I started sweating like a whore in church when I got out. I think the adrenaline has finally evened out and I have a good story to tell.

I'm really glad I read that blurb in one of my pregnancy books on how to deliver your own baby! No one's ever gonna make fun of me for needing to feel prepared ever again!

one more thing

I know I've made mention of this blog before, but I oh so love the woman who writes Baby on Bored. Please read her post, "Lest you find my blog a total downer" posted August 16th. And come closer to understanding me. I just read this and decided that she has wrapped up my feelings of being pregnant and pregnant ladies in a much more witty and concise way than I ever could. Enjoy, kitties....



(Okay, for some reason, the link isn't working or showing up properly. Go to www.babyonbored.blogspot.com and be amazed. Or annoyed. I don't care which!)