This Little Piggy Went To Market…

Carrie and I took Denis’ parents to the Rochester Public Market this morning. It was the first time I’ve been, but it definitely won’t be the last. We came home with a ton of strawberries, a half ton of grapes, a few pears and a bag of green beans, all for $7.25.

The strawberries (not unexpectedly) aren’t the sweetest – it’s not as though they’re in season here after all – but one pint of them have already made a very tasty cobbler. I’m thinking of making bread or muffins with more of them tomorrow.

My Lips Are Sore

Tonight was the community band (and chorus) concert. It went really well! It was about a million degrees up on stage, though, and I flubbed a note in my solo. Ugh. But I don’t think too many people noticed, and I played it better than usual besides that.

Oh, I’m going to miss this music. The Star Wars theme was just so fantastic…and the Pirates of the Caribbean medley was so much fun. And everything else had great, wonderful, no, terrific horn parts too. I don’t know how we’re going to top this concert in terms of great horn music.

Little Miss Carolyn was quite good through the whole thing – which is even more impressive considering it was almost two hours long! – probably due to the fact that Nana and Poppy made it here just in time to come with her to the concert.

Uh-Oh

As I was getting things ready to take Carolyn out for a walk today, I put her down on her play mat to occupy herself for a bit. Unfortunately, I had to take the criss-cross bars off it recently since she tends to roll into them and get stuck, so it was just her and a couple of soft blocks. I took the dogs out, then checked on her – still on the mat, but now on her tummy. OK. Got the stroller out of the car, put the diaper bag in it, checked on the baby…

She was halfway across the living room floor, playing with a toy that had been left out when her cousins came to visit on Saturday. When she realized I was standing in the doorway, she looked up at me with a big grin like she was saying, “look what I can do, Mom!”

Heaven help me. I now have a mobile baby.

I Should Be Crocheting

I’m still working on the blanket for my cousin’s son’s first birthday. The party is Saturday, and there is absolutely no possible way for me to finish it in time – especially since I’m mucking about on the computer right now rather than crocheting.

My only excuse is that I played piano non-stop for 3 1/2 hours this evening for rehearsal, and my hands are tired.

I have two long rounds that take 45 minutes each to do, then 40 squares to crochet, hide ends on, sew together into strips and sew onto the blanket, then 3 border rounds which will probably take over an hour each. And Carrie refused to nap for more than 20 minutes at a time today, so I was lucky to even get a shower, let alone time to crochet.

I’m just going to have to wrap the unfinished blanket in a box and ask for it back so I can finish it. Sigh. Things like this didn’t happen before I had kids – I could stay up late and spend all my free time finishing things that had deadlines. Now I have to actually get enough sleep to be somewhat coherent all day and I spend my “free time” making funny faces and changing diapers. Not that I’m complaining, I’m just justifying why I’m not crocheting right now…

Happy Easter!

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Today was a good day. It was sunny and warm-ish. The Easter Bunny brought Carolyn a basket with the Baby Einstein Neighborhood Animals DVD, a book, and a teething ring. We even managed to make it to church, and we had the best-behaved baby there. Then we spent the afternoon at my grandparents’ house eating way too much food, and now I’m ready to go to bed early!

All Through The Night

Carrie went to bed at 9:30 last night…and woke up at 6:00 this morning. She fussed a little around 11, but settled herself back down. This is the first time she’s slept through the night in her crib! When she woke up, she started fussing, but she wasn’t screaming or sobbing. And when I walked in she was playing with snuggle puppy – well, if you can call stuffing as much of snuggle puppy in her mouth as possible “playing”. Now I just need to remember how to sleep through the night, and hope for a repeat performance.

Five Months Old!

Dear Carolyn,

Time is certainly flying by – you’re already nearly half a year old! You’ve accomplished so much this month I hardly know where to begin…

You’ve learned how to roll over both ways, although you haven’t quite put it together enough to get very far. You can sort of creep along on your stomach – not anything approaching crawling yet, but you can move an inch or two at a time. You’re even better at creeping along on your back – you use your feet to push off the floor and scoot backwards. And about those feet? You’ve figured out how to get those tasty little toes in your mouth so you can suck on them. Apparently big toes are even more satisfying than thumbs – even when they’re covered with socks.

You absolutely love it when I blow air at you so your hair flies around – you giggle and giggle whenever I do it. You also giggle if I shake my head so my curls bounce. Apparently, it’s also quite amusing to pull Daddy’s beard. We’ve started sitting you up on our shoulders, and you bury your hands in our hair and try to eat great fistfuls of it – and then make a funny face since hair tastes awful.

Actually, pretty much everything ends up in your mouth now. Your hand-eye coordination has improved greatly, and anything within your reach is fair game. You’ve even managed to figure out how to hold a bottle and feed yourself, and you’re starting to get the hang of sippy cups too. It’s a good thing we’re starting solids in the next couple of weeks, because you’re intensely interested in the whole idea of eating, and watch every move we make when we eat. If I hold you while I’m eating, you even reach for my food.

At the moment your favorite toys are a busy block that has wonderful things hanging off it to chew on, red doggie, who also has wonderful things (especially ears) to chew on, baby tizoo, who, well, also has dangly bits to chew on…and pretty much anything I give you that you can chew on. There’s a Step & Play Piano in your room which you could spend hours in if I let you – aside from the fact that it has things you can chew on, it makes lots of music when you step on the keys. The piano in the living room fascinates you too, and you don’t even try to chew on it. Molly and Murphy are an endless source of amusement. I think you especially like their wagging tails.

You’re getting better at sleeping – I think it has a lot to do with the fact that you almost always roll onto your tummy after I put you down. You seem to sleep a lot better that way. Generally naps are sort of a random thing, but bedtime has become fairly consistent, and you consistently sleep 4-6 hours in your crib before you wake up the first time.

I can’t believe how fast you’re growing, and how much you’ve learned so far. It seems like you’ve been a part of our lives forever, but then I realize that you’ve only been here for five months. That’s such a short amount of time to have accomplished everything you have already. In five more months you’ll probably be starting to walk, and talk – and since the last five months have gone so quickly, I’m afraid these next five will too. I’m starting to forget exactly what you were like when we first brought you home, and that makes me a little sad. But I have to admit, I’m excited too. I can’t wait to see what the next months and years bring, and I can’t wait to see who you become.

Love, Mommy

We Have A Winner!

I have quite the collection of Avent feeding supplies – both bottles and disposable nursers, plus a couple of sippy cups – because I have an Avent Isis pump. (Is this too much information?) We’ve given Carrie a couple of bottles, but the last one was two months ago. Silly me, I didn’t think there would be any issues, but she absolutely refused to take a bottle while my parents watched her during my rehearsal Monday night. I tried giving her another bottle yesterday, and it looked as though her real gripe with the whole thing was that she needs to be laying down to take a bottle. (We won’t go into the fact that she lays down to nurse – apparently that’s ok.)

I ended up going to Target yesterday to find a different type of bottle and came home with the Playtex VentAire bottle, figuring that because it’s angled, she’d be able to sit up more and might raise fewer objections to the whole experience. I gave her about an ounce in it this morning, and she took it with no complaints. I left her and the new bottle with my parents this evening while I went off to yet another rehearsal. When I called my mom during a break to make sure that Carrie had managed to have her dinner, guess what? She was feeding herself. Sitting in her little rocking chair, kicking her feet, and holding her own bottle!

Apparently, I’m out of a job. Well, not really, but I do feel much better about the fact that Carrie won’t starve while I’m a little busier than usual for these next couple of weeks. The show starts two weeks from tomorrow!

A Day In The Life

A few people (hopefully nobody who reads this blog) have suggested that as a stay-at-home mom, having all sorts of “free time”, I ought to be doing ______ (fill in the blank). I think they assume that I sit in front of the television and eat bon-bons all day. (Oh, wait, that’s what I’m supposed to be doing?) Anyway, after one such conversation, my self esteem plummeted, and I ate several Dove dark chocolate eggs while awaiting notification that I’d won the “World’s Worst Wife and Mother” award.

So, I decided to track a day in my life to see what I actually do. After seeing it all written down, I can’t imagine why I don’t have time to do the things various people think I ought to be doing. All sarcasm aside, if my parents didn’t live next door I’d be in very sorry shape right now.

If you want to see all the stuff I did today, read on…

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Home (Nearly) Alone

Denis is off on a business trip in warm, sunny California while I’m stuck here in the cold snow. (Which is melting, revealing a winters’ worth of dog poo.) I’m such a wimp – he’s only been gone for 12 hours, and I’m already feeling the heavy burden of responsibility of being the sole caretaker of two dogs and a baby.

(Ignore the fact that both dogs are sacked out on the couch and the baby’s sleeping soundly in her crib. It’s a very heavy burden. Honest.)