Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Anyway, so about that stimulus money you Americans are getting. Guess who is not getting it. That's right, us. Not just me... obviously without a social security number (there should be one for me now though!) I would expect not to get it, but J is also not a recipient. Why? Because we dutifully filed taxes jointly (I'm not allowed to make any money, so why would we file separately and furthermore if we did, we would get less money returned.... either way the feds are putting the screws to our bank account) and any tax return that names two people but only one person has a social, is not entitled to the government's bribe, I mean, generosity. Why am I so enraged over this? Because it essentially penalizes citizens for marrying foreigners and affects approximately 288,000 troops. Hey thanks for serving our country, now eat it.
At her two month weigh-in, miss N was 11 lbs, 3 ounces. She is still squarely in the 50th percentile for everything but I maintain that she is going to be a little girl. My friend had a boy a week after her born a few ounces lighter, and he has already surpassed her in weight. Maybe it's a boy thing. I'm trying not to worry, but as a new mom how can I help but second guess her feedings and whether or not she is getting enough.
After two weeks of baby insomnia (having to sleep in the swing or car seat after hours of trial and error on the part of her parents), she is finally back to putting herself to sleep. (And no, this is not through 'crying herself to sleep.' At this age, I'm not sure it's so much 'crying to sleep' as it is 'passing out from sheer volume of stress.' So we don't let it come to that.) She is able to sleep for 6-8 hour periods but since she goes to bed so early, it means many early mornings for us. This on top of the fact that naps are getting trickier, makes us quite tired most days. The only things saving me from utter meltdown some days are my workouts. I can now totally rock the elliptical, run a whopping 10.5 minutes and even started spin class last week. I am feeling hotter by the day even if the pounds aren't dropping as quickly as I thought they would. Our visiting nurse seems to think that the body wants to hang on to some of the fat while one is still breast-feeding and is confident those last few pounds will come off either when she starts solids or when she is weaned completely.
Behaviourally, Nadia likes to make liars of us. I was just mentioning to our doula yesterday how she had stopped talking once we got back from our trip and a few hours later she was cooing up a storm. She also started 'cooplaining' last night. She has never been a screamer but her version of crying is now starting out with warning complaints that sound like "hey yoooouuuuu." Much less annoying.
And finally in baby news, she is a hand-sucker. She goes to town on those badboys like they were going out of style. She even attempts to 'double-fist' it on occasion. Ah, the ridiculousness of being Nadia.
Oh yeah, fyi.... we had no intention of putting that money back into the U.S. economy. Sorry Dub, just ain't goin' happen. Not with the star of david clearly stamped on all of our bank statements. So maybe it's just as well we didn't get it.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
(If you ever come to Italy, buy as many clothes with English words as you can. Hilarious.)
I'm going to try my hardest to start posting a significant amount at least once a week, most likely on weekends when J can entertain miss N. Because she is mostly sleeping through the night, naps are hard to come by and usually happen when I'm out at the gym so it's hard to find a few minutes to sit down and write. Minutes that if I do have to myself I should be using to tidy up the house and/or deal with household logistics.
But I promise, this weekend. Topics to include the xenophobic "economic incentive" we are not getting, how it looks like miss N will not be going through childhood as a behemoth like her mother, and whatever else comes to mind at the time. Many blog topics come to mind on a daily basis but the idea of writing them down doesn't seem to strike at the same time.
For now, I'm exhausted. We've had a rough day. A blown-out diaper, a lot of barf. So instead of cleaning the sink full of dishes, I'm going to try and do this, except on the couch, not in the swing. Like I said, behemoth.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Jet-lagged and hungry after 14 hours of travel and little sleep the night before, we went out to J's former watering hole to get a bite. Without going into details, poor Nadia ended up doing a face-plant into said watering hole's carpet, prompting her first trip to the ER. (And no, we didn't have a baby in a bar, we sat on the restaurant side). Thankfully she checked out fine and only suffered minor rug burn on her face. After a few hours of tears and hyperventilation, we finally got to bed at around 2 AM. 3.5 hours later, J got up to run his first half-marathon. Yes, I told him he was crazy and no, he didn't die or injure himself. He actually managed to run it in just under 2 hours. I hope to do the same next year. (Run it that is, not necessarily in under 2 hours.)
So that was pretty much the most eventful day. I'm not going to bore you all with the ins and outs. Nadia met about a billion new people, especially in Edmonton. There was one day in VA when she was up from 4:30 AM to 22:30, something I attribute to my venti Starbucks cup o' drip and being around too much stimulus all day, but for the most part she tolerated our schlepping.
The strangest thing for me was bringing her back to a life I lived while single and thus, many of my still-single friends, mostly male. I found myself trying to recapture the same dynamic, urging my friends not to let her distract them from the conversation. But as one friend put it, "um Brianne, it's pretty hard not to." So I guess things can't be the same. That doesn't mean they're not as good, just different. And I must say that it is kind of amusing to see single men react to a baby. Ie. for the most part, they have no idea what to do.
There was Starbucks, there was Victoria's Secret. There was mexican food, there was Thai food. It was glorious. We can't wait to move back.