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Hi all. If you're still there. I know, I know. I've been away for months now. And there's so much that has happened! But I'm only here for a mere sentence or two to let you know that my blog bo bee sah will be ending today. Thanks for reading and commenting and just stopping by. The good news is that I've started a new blog over at Sweet Whimsey. So please hop on over! I'd love to see you

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I had this dream early on in my pregnancy. It was vivid and visceral and simple. I was just laying on my bed with Diego and his little brother. We were all gasping after a fit of laughter and taking a deep breath. I immediately felt this feeling of powerful bear-momma love for my boys. My Boys. And felt it overwhelm me, covering the three of us like a blanket. This was before we knew that

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Can we talk for a minute about inner baby wiggles? I absolutely LOVE how it feels when the baby moves around and bumps and bangs on my innerds. He's still small, so the bangs are sweet and mostly tiny...(Ok, except right NOW. Yeesh! HI BABY!! What on earth are you doing in there???) A few months ago I was looking at a very pregnant and lovely friend enjoy her inner baby bumps and I just

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Hmm....So I have this blog here that I've TOTALLY IGNORED. There are good reasons and, I have to admit, some horribly silly ones, too. The good reasons? I've been feeling un-bloggy lately. I wanted to take a little break and it ended up being longer than I expected. I've also wanted to refocus and redo the blog and I thought what better way to do that than to give myself a new start? So I'll

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good: It was my birthday!bad: I threw up all over the living room the night before.good: Jim took the day off to be with me and Diego. Which was wonderful...bad: Because Diego then threw up all over the breakfast table in the morning.good: It was the only time he threw up. Yay!bad: And then Jim had to leave to drive up to LAX (L.A. airport) to pick up a friend.good: We had a friend visiting

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I can't wait to hold him or her. The way you can only hold a newborn. The way the newborn fits perfectly in the crook of your arm and settles deep into contented bliss. The way a newborn eats and then looks up at you with a drunken milky smile. Then spits up and is still pretty happy that the world is all of your arms and Daddy's and your faces looking down at them. Lights and fans are just

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Diego is reading: Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise BrownThe Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear by Don and Audrey WoodOn Top of Spaghetti illustrated by Gene BarrettaGo, Dog. Go! by P.D. EastmanI am reading: Lost in a Good Book by Jasper Fforde (just finished)The Well of Lost Plots (just started the audio book I have but never listened to)How Green Was My Valley by

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5 a.m. is not my idea of a good beginning. For anything. Except maybe getting up to drive to the airport for a fun trip to...well anywhere. (Top picks today? Madrid, Paris, Vancouver, Seattle, a cabin in a great old green forest) But 5 a.m. to wake up to a crying crabby toddler? Ugh. The biggest problem is that he's as much a morning person as I am. He's almost exactly like me. In the

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So far this pregnancy I've:-been tired-incredibly tired-fallen asleep BEFORE D's bedtime, leaving him to jump on my slumbering because, really, is there anything else to do to Mommy? JUMP!-been pukey-nauseaus-resolved to never eat anything that wasn't in liquid form. Because....ew....solid food.-lost 12 pounds-wondered if I've completely lost my mind-TWO kids? No one can survive that!!-Ok,

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We got a membership to the San Diego Zoo and on a whim the other day I decided that Diego and I would drive down there to spend the day. He was the perfect car napper, slept from the minute we got in the car and woke up the second I put the car in park.(I cheated and put this picture in from another day at the zoo. I just like the light. Here's D pointing to the pigeons in the tropical aviary.

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He loves noodles. Looooooves. And found out the other week that he could eat them really well with chopsticks. I taught him the slurping part. The chopsticks? No idea where he picked that one up. Hehe I just had to share.Have a great long weekend!

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Places I have found Diego's little bunny(when I thought the same little bunny was safely in his room):-In the fridge.-In a covered sauce pot in the cupboard.-In Jim's shoe.-On his bookshelf.-On the sofa.-In the car.-In his stroller.-In his potty seat (clean, thankfully!).-In his sand table.-On the patio.Diego loves this little bunny. This tiny, 5 or 6 inch tall, light brown bunny that I got for

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Happy Mother's Day.To the new moms who are just now holding their baby for the first time and seeing their fingers and tummies and toes.To the moms who have seen their little ones grow and run away to adulthood. (Seriously, how dare they!)To the moms battling the lack of sleep, up all night, blood shot and delirious, it gets so much better. Hang in there! You can do it. I know you can.To the

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I laugh every time I watch this commercial. Yeah, it's a little weird. But...so is my humor. :D hehe My favorite character is the crazy lady who goes around putting things under her shirt because she wants BAAABIES!Which brings me to this:That black circle in the middle with the two little bits? It's our newest sideways little bean! Yep. I'm pregnant. Pregnant and pukey and nauseaus and

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Court over at Kaiya's Laughter Heals wrote about her daughter's language acquisition a few days ago. It's something we had talked about before (chatting on the phone while we ran after the bustling toddlers) and something that has been on my mind and weighing on my shoulders for too long.Diego isn't talking yet. At least not much verbally that is. He's 19 months old and has 4 (or 5 if you

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Diego insisted we go for a walk with my red parasol and just loved every step. It was a warm, sunny day and the parasol was good cover for the little dude. Anyhow. I thought I'd explain the new header. I just loved the way the light was shining through the lace. Hope you do, too. Happy red parasol day everyone!

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We headed over to Scott and Elena's place today for the grand opening of the "Man-tuary" and inside Girl's afternoon/evening fun. Their garage was open and ready for poker and dart-playing fun, complete with radio, comfortable couch and plenty of fried and tasty snacks. We girls headed inside and chatted about babies and pregnancy (since a lot of ladies are pregnant!) and the boys. Really

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You won't remember this day. The light shinning too bright and brilliant through the trees. The cool grass we lay on while we sang The Itsy Bitsty Spider. And you won't remember how you got up and then hugged me, laying on top of me while I kept singing the ABCs and This Old Man, your head on my heart and your heart beating so near. I wish you would, because I will try and remember that

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There were the eggs, "hiding" in the bushes and brightly littering the ground. Here was his bucket, since the basket couldn't be found. And there was D, literally pushing the door open and grabbing eggs off the ground like they were calling out to him. Maybe I should have hidden them in a less obvious place. But, seriously, he walked around like he had been collecting Easter eggs for years,

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Listening to the wind-up radio.Found the yellow bunny. Wish I had taken more ocean pics.Tired. Need nap. Sliding down a surf board. We had a beautiful day yesterday. There were babies and toddlers and kids of all ages reveling in the hot sun and rocky beach. Diego and his new friends pulled sea weed and rocks and shells out of the ocean and then tossed them back in, "to feed the fishies."

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Did you know that April is Book Binge month? I didn't. That is, until I read It's Not All Mary Poppins. As I have way too many books in my To Be Read pile, I've decided to go for it! You should, too. Click on the link above for the rules and such and get to reading, peeps!

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1. Sleep. For eight to ten blissfully uneventful, uninterrupted hours. Oh, dream within a dream. Sigh.2. Get over this head cold.3. Help Diego get over his, too.4. Learn to meditate. I figure it's good for de-stressing, right? 5. Enjoy all the messiness and joy of the moment. And there has been both and they have been great and horrible. (But, in the end, mostly pretty great.)6. Sing opera.

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Dear Sleep,Why did you have to leave? Did I do something wrong? It WAS me, wasn't it?I can't help it, I miss you. I miss reveling in the hours of sleep I could grab and hold and pull up around me all night long. I miss sleeping during rainy days simply because I was tired with the day and the rain sounded so nice, softly, gently tapping on my windows and padding down the street.Remember the

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This is gratefully taken from secret.genius.My 5 senses:(at least today)taste:Bun (#69, beef, eggrolls and lemon grass) at Pho the Bowl. That's their name. Pho the Bowl.sight:Seeing Diego pat Daddy's head then take his glasses off, only to try to put them on himself. Jim and I helped put them on and he sat there, his chin lifted and grinning, as if dropping his head would make them fall.sound:

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1. Go on a date with Jim2. Get a baby sitter for Diego3. Plan my next home improvement.4. Read more.5. Internet less.6. Plan on making something for a soon-to-be born baby friend. :) Yay!Lots of planning this month! Maybe I'll plan everything in my barely used sketch books. With crayons. Get those creative juices flowing.What are your plans for March?

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This is the year I've decided to make Southern California my home. Not just a place I live (and complain about). (A lot.) (Seriously, a girl can only be asked so many times if she speaks English or if her son is her's before getting snippy.) (But I digress.)This is the year I am putting down our roots here as a family. One of the ways I wanted to start was by making our patio more usable.

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For a few months now I've been secretly (and not so secretly) worried that Diego would NEVER TALK. I'm sure Moms of two, three, and fifteen year olds are looking at me like I'm crazy since they can't get their kids to shut up. He's just 17 months old, he's learning sign language and English and some Spanish, blah blah blah. Besides, I know Diego pretty well by now, enough to say that he is a

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I was having a tough evening, and I think D was, too. We haven't been sleeping well, and D has this last bit of a cold that won't go away, and he may be growing an extra foot or so. Maybe just some teeth. Who knows? But we have both been tired and fussy. We were chilling, and by chilling I mean I was sitting and eating my last few bites of dinner while he ran around grabbing random things

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These are just a few tips and things I've learned about flying with toddlers. Our trip? One day, two flights, one lay over, one Momma, one toddler, and an enormous bag of Just-In-Case. What I PACKED: -diapers, wipes, pad-extra change of clothes for the toddler-extra shirt for Mom-medicine for toddler-mini magna doodle-stacking cups-doll and dog duo-four board books-paper and crayons-three

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Diego had his first kiss at the playground the other day. There he was, enjoying the first rung on the red ladder, sun shining down, when this adorable (cute-cute-cuuuute) little girl with a bob came up and out of no where gave him a hug and a kiss. He was nonplussed. I think that's the word for it. He was surprised, I think, but I didn't see him push her away so he must have enjoyed himself.

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I was in a huge baking mood last week, wanting to get some goodies ready for Valentine's Day, and decided to make marshmallows and a pie of Jim's choice. (He chose Pecan Pie, he IS a Texan boy at heart after all.) The marshmallows were just a whim. So last Friday Diego and I set up a chair along the counter, some bowls, the standing mixer and all of the ingredients and we poured and mixed and

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it's rainingon and offit dripsit slowsthe sun sleepsbehind cloudswe sleepcurled togetherand warmand softin the gray

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(@ Ft. Lauderdale Beach)Diego and I went to visit my family in Florida this past week. It was a long, grueling and exhausting trip across the country (sure it was a plane, but two plane flights, one layover, and one bouncy toddler? Oi vey). We were very lucky to be surrounded by lovely people who happened to fall in love with said bouncy toddler and played with him the entire trip there. For

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I've been wanting some change lately. Something about the new year and the need for resolutions always puts me in the mood for change. Healthy change! What I always fail at doing, though, is going beyond reading about what I COULD do and actually do it. Then I found this great post over at Aprovechar and felt like I could really do this. Step Two in the Year of Self-Care is weekly meal

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-Diego goes "hmmm" and puts his finger to his mouth. -I asked him to get the book with the wishing stars and he got up and pulled it straight out of the bookshelf. Geeeeeeeeenius.-He fell asleep today with his leg thrown over his stuffed turtle. -I looked over the kitchen counter and there are Jim and D sitting on the couch together and talking about goodness knows what. -After an afternoon

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Thanks to Court from Kaiya's Laughter Heals for the Gratitude award. I, however, am sick, sleep deprived and busy coughing up a lung and can't for the life of me figure out how to copy the image onto this blog post. So, instead, I'll use the power of description...oooOOOoooooPicture a lemonade stand. The kind you hope your kids (or future pretend kids) will decorate and stand next to on the

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Monday, December 29thWe drove down the country highway, through fields of green and brown and long horns and windmills, and I swear those lanes are alive, the way they breathe up and slowly down. We were going back to my favorite city on my favorite route, this two-lane highway that goes through the Texas pines and the rolling hills I just love. I couldn't help but compare these open, mellow

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Um, so part two of my wonderful vacation in Texas write up IS coming. Soon. It's just...um...well kind of disgusting, really. I looked down one morning and there was this GROWTH on my chest who kept puking on me and whining so sadly and wouldn't let go. It looked like my baby boy, but really who can tell when you've slept less than two hours in a row for days? zzzzzzzzWhat? ahem Anyhow...

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Here's to my best friend, Court. I hope she has a beautiful birthday filled with fun surprises and good friends and tasty treats. Feliz Cumpleanos!

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We've been planning a visit Texas for years and finally got the chance to go back for Christmas. I can't begin to say how excited I was to leave the rolling hills of the OC behind on the way to the airport. This wasn't Diego's first flight, so we weren't worried about him having to drink on the way up or suck a lollipop or anything else they say you HAVE TO DO or the baby will EXPLODE. He

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(from bo bee sah a few days ago:)I feel like I've been living two different lives. In my morning life, I wake up to D patting my nose or pushing books into my hands or on my head if I'm not paying enough attention, the little snot. We wake up and change the poop alarm of a diaper, stretch and move into the kitchen to make breakfast. The day goes on, the sun rises, there are naps and books and

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I'm FINALLY finished with my paper! Now all I have to do is finish the laundry, pack our bags, and a bag of toys for the absolutely crazy bundle of chaos that may or may not be my baby D. He's much too blurry to really find out. We're off to Texas today! I'm already tired!!

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Does it feel like Christmas to any of you? It's still Christmas Eve for me, but already this holiday season feels smaller than others in years past. Like we're still waiting for the boisterous holiday season to begin. Maybe it's the calm before the traveling storm. Our plans! We'll be going down to Texas tomorrow (today?) for a small vacation with Jim's family and then some time in our old

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If you don't hear from me in a week, please send search dogs, gorgeous firefighters, a basket of kittens, and some brownies. I have this huge paper I have to research and write. Am a huge nerd, as made obvious by the fact that I actually felt giddy for my time away yesterday to run around the library, pulling books off the shelves, taking notes and making blurry black and white copies. Am

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Nothing was different about last Sunday. It wasn't extraordinary or life-changing, it was a simple day spent with Jim and D, but it is still a day I want to remember forever. I woke up and felt a little stuffed and sore so I claimed that I had the Plague and laid down on the couch. It was the truth, too, I felt horrible. Jim warmed up a bowl of soup and a cup of chamomile tea and pampered me,

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-41786356960385688632008-12-05T23:14:00.000-08:002008-12-05T23:41:33.879-08:00

D is sick. Again. Or is it still? In any case I keep thinking he's getting better and then I get excited and start planning things-like going outside! getting together with little baby buddies! getting together with grown up buddies! But then he goes back down and it's worse again.This rollercoaster of well, not well, sick, better, ugh is not fun. And I've been struggling to get things

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elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-23862180798204393412008-12-02T23:44:00.000-08:002008-12-02T23:54:25.540-08:00

There are so many better things that I could be doing....like clicking here to give the opportunity for a free mammogram to some lucky woman in the world. (It's free and for a great cause so go and click already.) But what am I doing? Online quizzes... And why am I posting this? Because it is EERILY and COMPLETELY CORRECT. Just ask Court over at Kaiya's Laughter Heals. I'm kind of reeling

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-37807583849502565422008-11-29T00:06:00.000-08:002008-11-30T20:29:25.947-08:00

So Alison Says and my BFF Court from Kiaya's Laughter Heals both had a meme listing 10 things you loved, starting with the same letter. I asked them for a letter (and you can get your own, too! Just ask.) My letter from both of them is the letter 'm' so here are my 10 favorite m-things.1. My Monkey.2. Magic Puppets and The Mysterious Ticking Noise. 3. Movies, usually really horrible girlie

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-34035704839869053152008-11-27T15:27:00.000-08:002008-11-27T15:39:31.073-08:00

I was thinking about Thanksgiving and what it should mean for us, mainly because I've enjoyed the turkey and yams and green beans and stuffing and pie (YUM)...but the thankful part? Besides a prayer said while I drooled over my overfilled plate and stared at my food (yes, I know, horrible, praying with your eyes OPEN! blasphemy)...being thankful was something said quickly, a bump on the way to

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-2959219542054701182008-11-26T21:09:00.000-08:002008-11-26T21:19:14.740-08:00

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Some lovely friends joined our little family at the San Diego Zoo this past weekend. The day was perfect, somewhat cool but bright and sunny nonetheless. I thought Diego would enjoy looking at all the large and moving animals (as opposed to the pictures in his books?) but I believe the man sweeping up after the messy crowds held more of his attention than anything else that day. Besides the

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-27228900357831803492008-11-23T20:50:00.000-08:002008-11-23T21:11:28.713-08:00

It's hard to see part of your heart walk around outside of your body, but there he goes, walking through puddles and trying to walk down stairs. He might reach up to hold my hand, and I'll hold it firmly and gently and love the warmth that comes from the fluttering that is toddlerhood. Then he lets go and tries to run, stepping on crinkly leaves and finding pine cones on the grass. For now he

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-61379517089397917502008-11-19T12:50:00.000-08:002008-11-19T13:07:11.575-08:00

I've been working on using sign language with Diego for a few months now and I think he's really getting the hang of it. But for some reason he'll just pick one sign and that will be his catch-all sign for everything and anything. Yesterday's sign was "Eat." He wanted the door open, "eat? eat?" He dropped his sippy cup, "eat!" He handed me a book to read, "eat-eat-eat." Today's sign? Please.

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-9740980433611592972008-11-15T00:06:00.000-08:002008-11-15T00:14:41.377-08:00

Dear local weather,First off, let me say, big fan! Big. Really. But...can we lay off the sun a bit? I mean, it's NOVEMBER and there are 80 degree days ahead? Is this some sort of cruel joke? How many sunny, blue, and very warm days can a girl take before she wants to hit herself over the head with a frozen bag of peas just to feel a little cold?? I like long sleeves. I really love scarves.

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-27902556617380030862008-11-13T12:36:00.000-08:002008-11-13T13:05:27.176-08:00

This was Diego on Halloween, visiting Jim at work. My favorite part is when he pauses, turns back around, looks at me, and the resumes stomping around. The tail swish just kills me. He's officially a toddler. Having tantrums and signing words (though he just signs "please" for everything he wants. Opening boxes? Food? The cat? At least he's polite? hahaha) He's definitely bigger and

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-91797682195616283692008-10-23T12:25:00.000-07:002008-10-24T22:07:53.731-07:00

The flight to ABQ was great. Little D did a great job sitting in our laps, playing with random books, straws, and sometimes even a toy or two that I brought on. His favorite past time on planes so far? Flirting with people. My usually cautious introvert blooms and reaches out from people left and right. Especially hilarious when the person he's reaching out for is asleep or otherwise

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-57905275574573575972008-10-06T14:53:00.000-07:002008-10-07T15:50:02.290-07:00

A year ago yesterday in the early morning hours, Diego was born. He was tiny and pink (and later orange due to jaundice) and crying out with deep breathes and strong lungs. His hair was plastered tight to his head and his brow furrowed as he looked around at what felt like dozens of people in the OR. I remember his serious gaze when I held him in the recovery area, smelling him in for the

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-71699589214668846792008-09-05T11:01:00.000-07:002008-09-05T11:13:09.300-07:00

I can't cook. Not really. I can bake! Give me a spoon, some sugar, vanilla, and flour and I'll whip up something absolutely delicious. Give me a spatula, sauce pan and veggies? And I make something almost as horrible as the roasted veggie lasagna I made the other night. One bite and I had to throw it out. It was horrible. Mushy, oozy, not in a good melted cheese kind of way, horrible. I

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-74553069721864837512008-07-29T22:14:00.000-07:002008-07-29T22:37:59.445-07:00

D had his first earthquake today-we're both fine-thanks! He was napping and I was resting and reading next to him when the ground started to shake. It took me a good 10 seconds to realize that no, this wasn't the upstairs neighbor doing some crazy acrobatic juggling, this was an actual quake. My first reaction? To shield D from the possibly falling ceiling...which, really? I think not. I'm

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-63709253092170018512008-04-16T10:55:00.000-07:002008-04-16T10:59:11.119-07:00

-Mom-boobs-sinks-the catsIn that order.

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-52912258005078919322008-04-08T21:36:00.000-07:002008-04-08T22:05:19.140-07:00

I'm so proud of us. As I can now say we are so grown up that we can buy a car and not get screwed. See? You're shocked, I can tell. But it's true! So here are our steps to purchasing a car. And, remember, I am, by no means someone whose advice should ever be taken. What do I know?Steps to car buying sans the remorse:1. Pick out a few cars you like. Being stuck in traffic in your junker=a

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There was so much time wasted today feeling horrible. It all started when I suggested we get waffles for breakfast and J countered with something about wanting to eat at home more often which spiraled me into feeling bad that I don't cook enough, bad wife that I am, and how dare I even think about waffles? Tasty, whip-cream topped waffles. So I didn't eat. The bebe was busy and fussy and

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-36029278471599224012008-03-14T16:36:00.000-07:002008-03-14T16:37:46.474-07:00

I just got home from my weekly Mommy Support Group-and can’t help but feel incredibly lucky and grateful that I have found them. Filled with love am I. I love going in there and seeing all the other rushed, worried, laid back, sweet, caring, and tired mommas. We sit around the room, chat, soothe babies, feed the babies, laugh and generally have a great time no matter how many babies are crying.

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-9013267261979473972008-01-27T22:40:00.000-08:002008-01-27T22:53:45.118-08:00

i want to curlinside the heavy fuzzof my tired brainpull up the darkcover of sleepso hard to hold on tobut i will wake againfor milk for himand breathe slowly in the dark

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-38676571093783595292008-01-08T11:51:00.000-08:002008-01-09T10:03:32.359-08:00

It's been 3 months since D was born-3 whole months and everything has changed. Well, obviously, right? I mean, now we have a baby! Now I'm a stay-at-home Mom. Now I've started going back to school online, on my way to get that blasted teachers certificate that I've been talking about for far too long. Now I've had to learn how to live on 2 hours of sleep at a time. Do you think if a person

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-1073515690868608902007-10-31T21:27:00.000-07:002007-10-31T21:32:04.780-07:00

Little D has been fussy all day long-and I have no idea why. Which is so incredibly frustrating, you know? I just want him to be happy so when the boobs don't work, I'm sad. They make milk! They sustain my precious little rhino! Doesn't that mean that I have super powers? Super powers that have not been at their peak today. So he's still fussy and I have no idea why. sigh.

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-38516550984443644782007-10-28T23:17:00.000-07:002007-10-28T23:34:27.184-07:00

I was sitting here marveling at my ability to breastfeed and still have both hands to type when the little guy finished and I could unwind my legs from their crazy contortions. Yay to me, though, right? Very proud of myself right now. Anyhow, there he was laying in my lap, sleeping the sleep of the full stomach baby-you know the one-open mouth drooling, breathing deep, arms akimbo-and he

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-11041318550938546312007-10-21T21:52:00.000-07:002007-10-21T23:39:53.877-07:00

welcome homebaby d october 5th20074:45 am6 pounds7 ouncesOctober 4: J and I loaded up the car Thursday afternoon with our two pillows, suitcase, purple bouncy exercise ball, and a canvas bag filled with things to pass the night away. See, were were thinking that Thursday night would be slow and incredibly boring-seeing as I wasn't going to start the Pitocin drip until Friday morning. (The

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-28147885722284901852007-10-03T20:45:00.001-07:002007-10-03T21:35:43.145-07:00

My grand plans of inducing naturally? No such luck so far. Ok, so watching the Top Chef marathon all afternoon wasn't part of the list, but it was distracting fun. Now we have until tomorrow afternoon to try to get this baby out on his own but I have the feeling he's perfectly happy where he is, thank you. And if he stays where he is, like I'm sure he will, we'll be on our way to the hospital

elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-37196675576806589982007-10-02T16:40:00.001-07:002007-10-02T19:00:26.907-07:00

I spent the day waiting. Waiting for the rocking chair we ordered. Waiting for phone calls. And the BIG WAIT-Waiting for the baby to decide he wants out. Sure we're only two days overdue, no big deal; but we're scheduled to be induced on Thursday so I would love it if the little guy decided to speed things up naturally before then. How I've tried to lure the baby out:-walking-bouncing on the

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