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did i break a mirror or something? no, that was just the garage door and some pipes

17 Jan

Soooooo, here we are. Friday again. (yeah, this post was started on Friday, I realize it’s now Saturday). Doo da, doo da. I’m feeling a bit random and scattered this afternoon. Distracted. But that’s not unusual for me. It’s been a long week campers. For various reasons. (I have a thing for sentence fragments by the way. Grammar police beware.)

Thursday was Household Disaster Day apparently. Disaster # 1 involved an opening garage door and a jumpy Honda a bit too anxious to get on the road. Thursday morning I went to move my car from the basement garage to the driveway as I do most weekday mornings for ease of loading about fifteen bags, briefcases, car seats, jackets and so forth. Not to mention its easier, and safer for me to walk with baby down the front sidewalk to the car than down the stairs. But anywho. I get in my car, push the garage door opener, and back out. WAAAAAY too soon. As in, before the garage door was open all the way. I heard CRASH BANG CRASH BANG and immediately cursed. Garage door bent all to heck and will not go up or down. Check. Back end of my car scratched all to heck. Check. Seriously. But wait, maybe something good had come out of this afterall…I mean, I had the perfect excuse to stay home now right? But being the overly conscientious person that I am I somehow managed to push the door up far enough to squeeze my car out. Darn. FIL was able to come over and fix the door well enough that it will now go up and down and we didn’t have to worry about our pipes freezing during those artic temps.

And speaking of freezing pipes, this is a nice transition into Household Disaster # 2. I get home from work Thursday and there is a note in our mailbox from the water meter reader guy. He says our meter was running like crazy so he shut off our water to save us further costs from what was probably a leak somewhere. Nice. Hubs gets home and can’t find a leak anywhere. He turns the water back on at the meter and notices that water is pouring out of a pipe like crazy and yup, the meter is going like sixty. Apparently there is an issue with the pipe somewhere underground. We called a plumber (who has STILL not showed up) and in the meantime we are turning the water on at the meter to shower, etc and turning it off at night and during the day. I cringe when we have to turn the water back on to do our bizniz because we are wasting so much of it just pouring out of that pipe. Dear Environment, I am very sorry.

Oh and also, I quit school and Sam and I are sick again. So much more to say about that first one but not now and not here.

I don’t want to leave this post with a completely negative vibe so here are some positive things that I am very thankful for in spite of everything. I have a decent paying job when so many are being laid off and do not know how they are going to pay their bills. Sam is eating cereal at day care. They are also working with her on sitting up. We’ll get her “growed up” yet! When I pick her up from day care she turns and smiles at me when she hears my voice and it is the total highlight of my day.  On the school front, I will get a full refund of my tuition and fees for this semester since I withdrew within the deadline for total reimbursement. Last but not least, my mommy is coming to stay with us for a couple of days this week!

The moral of this post is to always look behind you when backing out of the garage and don’t take your running water for granted.

Sam 4 month stats

25 Nov

Sam had her 4 month check up and shots today. The shots were ooky.  She cried, I cried. It was a sob fest in exam room # 2. She got over the tears quickly though and has been a real trooper tonight. She’s sporting some very cool Tazmanian Devil bandaids right now. I gave her some infant Tylenol and she’s finally asleep. (Wow, that sounds like I drugged my kid doesn’t it? It was doctor’s orders people, don’t call the cops.)

She has some excema on her arm and leg so we are treating that per doctor’s instructions with hydrocortezone? cream, lotion and a particular liquid baby soap. She still has some cradle cap and I received advice on that minor issue. I asked about the snotty nose and received a speech about how great day care is for building up the immune system and that when she goes to kindergarten all the kids of “stay at home moms” will be sick all the time but Sam will bee-bop along with no problems because she got toughened up from being surrounded by all these other snotty nosed kids at day care now. If this turns out not to be true I am suing this nurse. Kidding.

Things I forgot to ask about: the swaddling issue. Should we still be swaddling her up to sleep? She sleeps so much better and longer when we do but at some point you’re supposed to stop. I think it’s when they can roll over maybe? Also, the most important thing – when to start feeding her cereal. I assumed this would be brought up by the doc but it wasn’t and I was so distraught by the needles going into my baby’s legs that I forgot to ask. However, we always get some paperwork given to us that talks about the different immunizations, development stages, etc and there was a big thing about starting on cereal. It said we could start her anywhere from 4-6 months. But then it wasn’t discussed with us during the visit so I don’t know if we’re supposed to do this or not. I think I’m going to call and ask. Honestly, I’m in no hurry but don’t want to deprive her if it’s something I need to be doing now.

Length – 25 inches, 84th percentile. Doc said she is “evening out”, meaning her weight is catching up to her length so she isn’t so loooooong and skinny anymore.

Weight – 14 lbs, 5 oz, 67th percentile. Perfect.

Head circumference (or her “knowledge” as the nurse calls it) – 41.5 cm, 66th percentile. 

She is developing right on track and things look great.  I am thankful to be blessed with a happy and healthy lil’ munchkin.

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Photo Credit: Grandma
Titans Onesie Credit: Grandma T

time is screwed up

18 Nov

Do you know why time is screwed up?  Me neither, but the reason that I know it is – because the days are way too long and drag on forever but the evenings are entirely too short and fly by with a whoosh and a ‘see ya later’.  The batteries are dead in the universal clock and or the spacetime continuum is broken.  Who do I need to speak to about this?  NASA?  Somebody. 

Can a baby sleep too much?  Sam is sleeping a LOT, which on one hand is a blessing but on the other hand means that I get maybe one solid hour with her a day while she is awake.  If I’m lucky.  No kidding.  And it sucks.

This is how I know that time is screwed up. 

Does she even know that I’m her mommy?  Or does she think the caregivers at her day care are her mommies and she just happens to sleep at our house at night and on weekends?

grumble grumble

13 Nov

I’m bummed tonight.  By the time I got home from work, Sam was already in her crib asleep.  I kept thinking she’d wake up any minute but it’s almost 9:30 pm and she’s still sleeping.  It’s all I can do not to go in her room and “accidentally” cough really loud so she’ll wake up and I can be with her. 

I’m really trying not to complain about having to work, especially when there are people out there who are hurting financially but dang if I can help it.  The state of the economy can bite my big butt.  People told me this would get easier.  That it would get easier to leave my baby at day care, easier to go to work every day.  Liars.  So far it’s only getting worse for me mentally.  I dilly dally around the house some days and once I get to day care I’m in no hurry to hand Sam over to the caregivers.  I’m resentful at having to sit at my desk and crank out spreadsheet after ever-lovin’ spreadsheet.  I’m mad that my kid is spending her days with people I barely know while I stare at a computer screen all freaking day to pay for insurance.  I’m angry and apathetic at the same time.

Bleh.  The more I type this, the madder I’m getting so I’m going to stop before I say all three of the cuss words I know.  Heh.

Before I sign off, I should mention the lovely weekend we had watching the Titans!  Grandma T came over to watch the game with us.  Although we know the reason she really came over wasn’t to see us, it was to play with Sam.  🙂  She brought baby girl the cutest Titans onesies, some clothes, books and a beautiful sweater that her mom made for Sam.  Oh, and some yummy pumpkin bread!  Check out the cute pictures she took.  This is “Happy Sam” and “Sad Sam”, both taken within one minute of each other.  I think she’s gonna be like her momma, smiling one minute and crying the next.  Poor thing.

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where i bemoan not being a SAHM

6 Nov

This morning got off to a rough start.  I overslept which never helps things when you need to be somewhere.  Sam needed to eat at 7:30 so I fed her then put her in her usual morning spot in the middle of our bed so she could watch various things – the dog, the cat, me getting ready for work, the tv, the ceiling fan, whatever she wants.  She’s usually quite content after eating and will lay there propped up in her purple boppy pillow as happy as a clam chewing on her fingers and watching things while I gather up everything needed for the day.  We left peaceably enough and she fell asleep in the car.  Traffic was light since it was so late and I finally managed to drop her off at day care and get to work.  Quite late but whatever.

I was extra sad to leave her today though.  Some days (and these are rare) I’m ok with it and bee-bop outta day care with minimal worries.  But today Sam was being such a peach, blabbering and smiling and looking up at me with those blue eyes that I have no idea where they came from, and just being as cute as babily possible.  I just walked around the house for a few minutes holding her close and cuddling with her.  I was mad that I had to leave her so I didn’t get in any hurry about it.  I’m exceptionally good at stalling when I don’t want to do something. 

There’s no point to this post really, other than to say that today I was extra sad not to be a “stay at home mom”.

and so it goes

21 Oct

Not really much to write about lately that you haven’t heard before.  My latest baby adventure involved the rice cereal/formula mixture (doctor’s orders, not my idea) not coming out of the bottle nipple and a mad dash to Target to buy formula and bottles and mixing them in the parking lot.  Meanwhile my baby girl is screaming her head off at daycare because she hadn’t eaten.  Not my finest mommy moment but I’ll be a monkey’s uncle if she hadn’t used those very same bottles with that very same mixture all weekend and it was fine, just a bit slower.  Anyway.  Not sure if we’re gonna keep up the cereal/formula mixture as she seems to have gotten over her throwing up but watch her have a big spew tomorrow just to show me up.

It’s not been a great week to be perfectly honest.  Its starting to hit me that I’m really going back to work and really leaving Sam to the care of strangers for the majority of her raisin’.  Its not like I didn’t know this was going to happen but its harder than I thought it would be and makes an already bad work situation worse.  But I don’t want to be all doom and gloom so we’ll just leave it at that.  However, I must say this…I would really like it if people would quit telling me things like “it will get easier”, or “join the club” or “lots of moms go back to work and put their kids in daycare”.  The argument that everybody does it didn’t work on my parents and it’s not going to work on me now.  I don’t care that so and so did it and her kids turned out fine, I’m not them.  So shut it.  The end.

To end on a positive note, here are some baby toes.  Everyone loves lil’ baby feet don’t they?

unpredictable mornings

13 Oct

So today the plan was to get up at 5:40, get ready, feed Sami, get her ready, pack her bag, prepare her bottles and get to daycare by 7:40ish.  Just to see if it could be done and what traffic is like at that time of morning.  (Never mind that it’s some sort of holiday today so traffic will be all kinds of worse on any other day.) 

What’s that saying about the best-laid plans? 

My alarm went off at 5:40 well enough, but I hit snooze about 4 times so that put me at 6:00.  Cute baby noises on the monitor finally get me out of bed and I go in her room to give my sweet girl morningtime kisses and cuddles to start the day. 

Um, no way.  She is laying in a puddle of puke. 

It is all over the sheet, her pjs, her mouth, in her hair, in her ears, everywhere.  And it stinks.  But she is smiling and stretching as if she smells like roses and doesn’t reek of baby throw up.  Ew. 

This of course means bathtime.  There is no avoiding it.  I can’t have her be the stinky kid at daycare right? 

By the time the bath was over and I got all her stuff together it was time to leave.  No time for me to shower or do much of anything to get ready to go out in public. 

But we did make it there by 7:50.  Even if I was the stinky mommy at daycare this morning. 

 

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