Fabulous Miss S.

Thanksgiving Recap: Blog-Writer Style

In a recent conversation with a blogger friend we talked about her short postings and my not-so-short ones.  Her response was that she is a "blogger" not a "writer" ... I am a blogger, I mean, this is a blog, right?  I am also working towards becoming a writer, so perhaps that explains, excuses and allows for my verbose wordiness here, sometimes, but usually. Haha!!!  See ... I have a way with words, no?

Anyway, it's almost Saturday and we're gearing up for another family-centered meal of calorie-laden carbohydrate-rich foods.  Marc's grandparents are here with us for a few days and I have to say they are the best guests ever.  The best grandparents ever. They take best all-around. Marc really has a special relationship with them which is both admirable and endearing. It was this aspect of his character that I found most respectable and attractive in the first place. I had just finished being my grandma's caregiver in her terminal months; it was a priority for me to find a man who was at least close to his family, and I did even better than I thought I would -- at least when it comes to that area. 

We spent the official Thanksgiving Day at my Uncle's house in St. Michaels and Noah met his three year old cousin for the first time. 

I spent the majority of the meal, at least while the food was still hot, nursing Noah and rocking him, and then he slept through dessert so I made up for missed turkey-time with a few extra slices of pie and cake. 

How was your holiday and do you have any plans this weekend?  More eating for us tomorrow and perhaps some football and EXERCISE on Sunday? 

If he doesn't stop this soon I'm trading up for an older model

I have that fuzzy headed feeling you get when you haven't slept much at all more than two hours consecutively alone without the baby on your boob, in your arms or next to you in more days than you can remember and the absolute mind-numbing sense of tired can only be combated with multiple trips to the coffee pot later chased with a Diet Red Bull.  No wonder I'm edgy and nauseated.

Marc was trying to tell me to transfer some money from one account to another and I kept having to ask him to repeat the numbers. It was like the moment the words hit my ears the concept just dropped through my brain like a penny being dropped into a Port-o-Potty at a three-day rock concert ... just .... plop.... and then, ... nothing.  So I had to write it down and make a note to do it later.  Then, I spent the remainder of the baby's nap time reading blogs and jokes and playing on Twitter and I still haven't accomplished anything besides consuming more caffeinated beverages.

I don't really know why Noah isn't sleeping well these days, er, months actually. He slept through the night at three months and pretty consistently all summer long but around nine months he stopped sleeping so well at night.  In the beginning I chalked it up to teething and overactive brain development.

But now, at eleven and a half months, it is just getting rather ... annoying.  I know he did just get his two upper front teeth and that was a big pain, literally, so I was kind and comforting and was all wave-of-the-hand don't worry about me, I don't need sleep, my BABEH is in pain. I suppose it is possible there are more teeth pushing through, but come on, can't I get a day or so or maybe a week of uninterrupted sleep? He isn't up just once, hell, I'd be FINE if it was just once a night.  He wakes up sometimes three and four times a night and has trouble falling back asleep.  He lays in my arms and jerks and twists and tries to crawl away from me, but when I happen to get a glance of his face in the green-glowing light of the baby monitor I can see that he is asleep, while simultaneously thrashing around in my arms.  As soon as I lay him down in his crib he wakes up, stands up and cries - loudly. 
I will usually walk away and go get a drink of water, walk around, turn the heat up or down and then go back in just to start the whole nursing-calming-rocking-NOT-sleeping thing all over again.  It gets exhausting, annoying, frustrating, angering and just downright unbearable sometimes.  At all other times of the day he is absolutely FINE. 

Aside from drugging him with wine, Tylenol or Benedryl, (I have tried those already) do you have any ideas about causes and remedies? 

Guest Posting

Last week one of my cohorts in DC Metro Mom wine-drinking was busy having another delicious baby so I dropped off some of my self-deprecating humor over on her site to provide some traffic flow and entertainment for her readers. 

I wrote about my inability to remain loyal, my ever-constant cheating, my constant adulterous habits ... of food shopping.

Click here for the full disclosure and a delicious baby photo, of course.

11 months

This is my boy. My love. My heart. My life. Right here, in this picture, in this face.  I am just amazed that I am able to love him more each day, especially a morning after which I have been awakened three times to tend to a little teething problem, Ahem!.  Each day I get to know him better as he reveals just a little bit more of the person he is becoming.  A standing person. A thinking person. A talking person.  He has given me a purpose and perspective absolutely unrivaled by anything other thing or person.

I totally hit the parent-jackpot. 

Fossilized Address Book

I don't have an iPhone, or a blackberry or a Trio or any modern piece of cellular/portable communication and/or technological devices.  My cell phone is a three year old pink Razr.

Awhile back I put a message out on Twitter saying that I was searching for a new address book.  Jodifur told me that I should invest in an iPhone.  And I said, um ... not for me. Not now. But, you know ... cute!  And then she called me a dinosaur.

I was recently looking through my address book while making my holiday card list and it seems that I've reached a new chapter in life because there are more addresses for people I no longer know or have any contact with than people I do see and communicate with on a regular basis.  That means this office supply whore needs a new swanky address book, you know, the kind you write in with a pen, I know so totally last century!  I looked on few websites and didn't find anything cute and sassy enough for my tastes. My currently out of date book is a William Wegman book.

I found this on Ebay and I am hoping this will be my next address book. I need to go bid now.

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