9 wks

“Lucy likes it…”

“Rockabye Baby” & “Hush, Little Baby” —Lucy thinks these are so passe. What does this baby want sung to her in the wee hours of the night? Only classics like “I Like It” by Enrique Iglesias and “Baby” by the J. Biebs.

Great pop lyric feature–they can be personally tailored to suit what appeals to you. What appeals to Lu? Her name, the names of pets, & dope beats.

Our version of “I Like It” is called “Lucy Likes It” and goes like this: Don’t stop Guin-Pin, don’t stop Guin-Pin/Just keep on shaking your butt/Don’t stop Lucy, don’t stop Lucy/Until you get enough

9

Lucky number? No. Well, maybe. That would be the number of pounds I have to lose until I’m at pre-preggers weight. And the weight loss is moving rather slowly. Maybe I held on too dearly to the claims that breast-feeding would do the trick {rats!}. I make it to the gym, but I’m deprived of motivation. I found motivation when I saw a friend from school @ a Cardio Kick class; it brought me back to trips to the Y in PHX with friends (I miss little memories like that–they’re rare in Upstate). So, I learned of her workout schedule & planned to join her. Alas, my Bellagio Fountains & Lu’s hunger dictate my workout schedule and it’s not very flexible. I make it out when I can which is averaging 2.5 times a week. Spring, you shall be my inspiration. Get here now.

Alright, folks. We’re now on week 10. 2 1/2 months…wowza!

 

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8 wks

First, a note to my daughter

Dearest Lu,

One half of you is made up by that man you scream at between 5-7 pm, nightly. I believe in my ability to select a suitable mate. I need you to believe the same. Your father willingly (and lovingly–even in the twilight) ensures you have a clean rear and works 50-60 hrs each week to provide you with multi-colored thingys that make ridiculous (perhaps, intolerable) noises. And for me to forego mentioning the purchase of your mac daddy stroller would just be wrong.

Please appease me by smiling or cutely cooing at least once an hour when he is home.

Xxo,

Mommy

Updates

Hippy Hippy Shake

  • She has symmetrical hips, just asymmetric fat rolls. All that fuss for an extra roll of flab.

Lenten Season

  • A good friend perfectly framed my way of life (the part where I try to nix certain items out of it) as being a year-round version of lent. Good one. Still sticking to a mostly vegetarian diet & still loving cheese (feta’s my current go-to cheese treat + I happily own my choice to splurge on organic cottage cheese on an outing to Wegmans) & still choosing not to categorize my eating habits with such rigidity. What does that equal? A happy girl.

  • Basic–BASIC–cable is still on at our home. If you’ve kept up with this blog since it’s origination or you’re a dear friend, you won’t be surprised to know that we still have cable just so we can watch…the Daytona 500 (I can hear the engines starting now!). Our tradition of watching Daytona all began during one of Ry’s visit to Arizona (that trip ended with a new beer pong table–NASCAR can be inspirational) & we ain’t about to stop watchin’ it now. Bring on the trash plates, cut-off shirts & denim, & PBR in a can.

New

You’re so vain

  • That’s partly true. Ok, it’s really true. I can’t mask my vanity. Stop judging. Why is this a potential problem? Blame the hemangioma (google it) docking on Lu’s head. It appeared around week 3 and is flourishing. Doctor B assures me it will be a thing of the past around year 4 when it outgrows its blood source. I agree that this should not be even a minor concern because it offers no serious medical implications, but it has posed me with a teeny conflict: to cover or not cover. No lie, this is something I ponder during quiet moments. The hemangioma is a teachable moment, I (attempt to)convince myself. “Lu, your imperfections make you perfect.” Is this something you can say to a small child? Or would we go with, “That’s where the angels kissed you”? What happens when the pint-sized petri dishes make fun of it on the playground? Ahhh! Covering it would keep questions & stares at bay, but what emotional damage might we be increasing if she ever learns that we’re trying to mask a part of her? Right now, it’s out & about…free for all inquiries and concern from others.

Birthday

  • Valentine’s Day is not celebrated here because we show love all year round (haha). Seriously, though, we don’t celebrate it because there’s actually a bigger holiday (haha, again) that day–Ry’s birthday. However, this year, we mutually agreed to be especially loving on Feb. 13 and announced that date as our Valentine’s Day. Ry outdid himself by presenting me with two vases of tulips, whipping up breakfast, & cracking open the bubbly for morning mimosas. That night, we celebrated Ry with his family; the celebrating continued with sushi on 2/14 @ our favorite japanese restaurant.

Boston Creme Cake

Lu with Gramps T

Last time you'll let your parents consult your wife for birthday present ideas. Cheers to white t's free of yellow pits!

What’s next?

I’m so behind. Lu’s 9th week just passed…I’ll be back soon to share those goodies. Until then–Go 88! Dale JR 4EVA!


7 wks

Stats

Last week brought our 2 month well visit with the pediatrician. Our lil’ one is flourishing–she’s nearly 11 lbs. & 22.25 inches. She also received 4 immunizations (I will not entertain discussions regarding immunizations & their benefits/harms;that is one topic that gives me an instant headache when mentioned) which brought us 6 hours of intense fussing. Her wails were painfully loud, but nothing was more painful than knowing there was little we could do to make her feel better. I’m not keen on giving her medicine, like infant acetaminophen, if the situation isn’t dire, so lots of rocking and “shhh”-ing occurred. We learned that our peach may have asymmetrical hips, so she has an appointment for an ultrasound this week. One remedy, per our doc: wear her like the eskimos wear their children. I’ll fill you in on what that really entails if that’s suggested.

All that progress for a lil' one who began life like this

Let’s see if we can survive without…

We all have our quirks. One of mine: abolishing something from my life (i.e. a food group). Yeah, I get how this bewilders some because they wonder why I make a proclamation to forego something when it seems to be complicating, but I think most people have had a moment (for whatever reason) where they decided to nix something from their life with reason. Whether it stuck or fizzled–we’ve all been there.

The major item I have given up is meat of the furry or winged variety. Long story as to why, but I attribute my primary influences to mold on an Easter ham in 2003 & my Sociology of Minority Rights course during undergrad. I was pretty fierce about staying true to this in the first 2-3 years (ask my college roommates about my contribution to “taco bar night”). I found myself straying when I reconnected with a childhood friend: the hotdog. Since then, spring’s arrival and the aroma of a hot grill + my pregnancy made me yearn for meat. Hamburgers, chicken wings…I ate them with a heavy heart & a happy tummy. However, spending all my time with an individual who sometimes coos has left me with a lot of time to think & my thoughts concluded that reinstating vegetarianism (pescatarianism, really) into my life was going to be my new mantra for 2011.

Add some veggie dogs to that grill, honey!

And then, I decided that dairy should be omitted from my plate, bowl, and cup. Although not confirmed, I think Lu’s exposure to it via me has led to some discomfort for her. Plus, I gag at the concept of humans drinking another mammal’s milk. So, it seems like moving myself one step closer to veganism (still trying to reduce my intake of fish) could work…if cheese was never invented. Darn you, cheese. Craving cheese is a new thing & I have an obvious love/hate relationship with it. This led me to apply these two common ideologies: everything in moderation & there is no need to define yourself with labels. I am consuming what I think my body needs & anything that I really want, but typically avoid, will be mine in a very small amount. I will not leave myself to mull over this action and I will be done with it.

Oh, yeah–there is one more thing on the chopping block: cable. We reduced to the basic channels (i.e. ABC, NBC) & kept Showtime (we are minorly obsessed with “Dexter”, “Californication,” & “Weeds”). Now, we’ve concluded these will be a thing of the past. We felt zombie-like upon recognizing that the tube was on for most of the day & we would stare aimlessly at it if anything was on. Adios, cable–we’ll spend our time reading, playing with Lu, being (more) active, & sometimes including a show or movie from Netflix/Hulu into our evening.

Go, Pack, Go

Thank you, karma, for hitting Ben Roethlisberger in the nose & delivering a victory to the Packers! Having roots in WI (where my dad’s family is based), cheering for the cheeseheads comes naturally. Plus, I once thought Brett Favre was dreamy at the ripe age of 11 (so gross in retrospect) & partly took to rooting GB on just to irk my step-father in a home that avidly cheers on the Cowboys (I owned the 1996 Superbowl champion shirt and collected Favre’s figurines). Lucy asserted her allegiance to the Pack (though a Bills fan at heart) this weekend by wearing her green diaper.

Even Stella supports the green + yellow

Next week

Hmm, well, our plates don’t seem full this week, which is ok by me considering my return to work is looming in the very near future. You’ll just have to stop by then to see what adventures we encountered. One fun thing: Ry’s official 28th birthday!

Our party animal is gearing up for Dad's big day!

6 wks

6 wks = 6 hrs?

This week introduced a whole new world to us: 6 hours of solid rest. On Monday, Lu decided to sleep blissfully from 10 pm-4:40 am (so, actually we almost had 7 hours). The excitement on my end came in hindsight–when I awoke naturally at 4:40, I recognized that Lu had not howled through the night. I nudged my sleeping husband to tip toe into her room to assure us she was ok. He not-so-eagerly complied & it was found that she was still snoozin’. The enthusiasm for that night carried into the following night, and the rest of the week, where we were not as lucky in the sleep department.

Work it

With 6 weeks bringing an official medical clearance to return to the gym, I wanted to attach myself to an eliptical & sweat in multiple group ex classes. I had visited the gym prior to my 6 week mark to walk on the treadmill (I tried to make it rigorous by doing a 12 incline and 3.4 speed). When I returned this week, my entire being was lifted to a level of elation–working out can alter my psyche tremendously.

I made it there three times & each time I said to myself, “You will run.” Running, although my least favorite exercise, is something I press myself to do because of the larger sense of accomplishment that comes after (can’t quite extract that from a Zumba class). Running is also on the agenda because I want to justify that a jogging stroller ($$$) is worth the purchase; I vividly imagine Lu & I running lakeside as the weather warms & it’s this vision that fuels my desire to own one. Plus, I want to run the 10k in July & possibly the 1/2 marathon in September. Annnd, I think this (coupled with strength training + a clean diet) will get my body back into a stronger state. “So,” you wonder, “did you run this week?” My answer: Hardly. I tried–oh, I tried–but I could not get into it. I’m forcing myself this week to do at least three miles twice. Maybe now that I’ve proclaimed this to a group of people, I’ll hold myself to it.

Cloth diapers

*Just a note: The choices and products I prefer are only because they are what I believe as best for myself. It is not my intent to diminish anyone’s opinions by sharing my own.

Ry & I came upon Luvaboos when we went to a massive yard sale put on by a local moms’ group. After being intrigued with the simple, eco-friendly items on display, we find our interest being particularly piqued by the cloth diapers. We heard the spiel regarding their recent advancements (not the cloth diaper you may be envisioning–quite evolved) and their benefits for consumers and our planet. I attended a class on the topic, sponsored by Luvaboos, & the decision was made to raise Lu in cloth diapers.

Through Luvaboos, we bought 14 diapers as a part of a trial which gave us a chance to sample different brands to find the ones we preferred. I postponed the start of this trial so Lu could gain some weight; unfortunately, some of the diapers we bought in XS were too snug. Because of this, 6 diapers were out of commission which meant it wasn’t cloth diapers 24-7 throughout the trial. Final verdict: we love them! We certainly are still trying to adjust the absorbency to decrease the frequency of her blow-outs becoming leak-outs & we aren’t on the same page when it comes to preferring the snaps over the velcro (my opinion: snaps-1, velcro-0). They may not be feasible for some. We are not doing a cloth diaper service that takes and cleans the diapers for us; rinsing out soiled diapers & gagging is a new normal. I used to think (and still on occasion do) that cleaning poo out of a diaper was foul, but I can do it when the moment asks demands.

Don't let the pout deceive you--Lu likes cloth diapers, too

Guests

We hosted two sets of guests: Marilyn & her daughter + Danielle & Jake.

Marilyn’s family has known the Teeter family before Ry entered the world. My fondness for Marilyn developed out of our attempt to cut the cake at my ROC shower. 

Here’s Marilyn with her daughter Kristen, Grammy Sally, & Lu:

Our other visitors, Danielle + Jake, came over from Columbus. D is one of my favorite people that I’ve known since our sorority days @ Witt. Memories abound when it comes to our friendship: 607/609, holey jeans, Kelleys Island, etc. Her husband, Jake, might be in the running for Top 10 Most Humorous people. I think everything he says is laughable and it makes me envious (I need to find out how his mind functions that way).

Being their first trip to ROC, we made the obligatory rounds to the Pittsford Wegmans & Dinosaur BBQ. We also had a night in on Friday that featured italian foods, the best red wine EVER: Sweedish Hill’s Svenska Red (if not socially frowned upon, I’d have a glass for breakfast), an episode of Wipeout, & Catchphrase. Here are some memories from their visit (so sad to see them off):

Responsibility

Is that their baby?

It's love

Still in love

Breakfast on the last day/Jake making Lu do something inappropriate

Tis the end of 6 weeks. Now in week 7, here’s what we have in store: giving up cable & dairy, Lu’s 8 wk appointment, and other goodies.

See you next week!

 

Lucy @ 7 wks--my best girl