I bought the silver ones with blue shoe laces for Z. Maybe I’ll eventually get the gold for him too. They’re so cute! When Andy and I were at dinner for our four year anniversary we met a father and his 3 month old son who was wearing these ADORABLE silver sneakers. I asked where he got them from and he said it was a gift from a relative in London. Darn it! Remind me to go to the UK to get some good shopping in.
These are a very close second. The company is called Trumpette. They’ve got some cute moccasins and mary janes and such. When I have a girl it’s on.
In the effort of saving money (turns out it’s not that much…) I decided to chose one premium channel over another. HBO had one show going for it (Big Love) while Showtime had two (Dexter and Weeds). Easy enough, right? And to be fair, I also watch The L Word even though the writing is all over the place. Too much fantasy, no enough realism. Characters changing personality traits left and right. A main character dies and no one …NO ONE ruminates on her afterwards?? Mmkay. But I digress. For most people HBO would’ve been a sure thing, I really enjoyed Oz, Sex and the City and Six Feet Under while they were on the air, but I hate HATE The Sopranos and Entourage. The Wire is also meh. I can rent Deadwood through Netflix. So I would really only be missing out on one show, right?
The answer was clear: I had to get my Dexter and Weeds fix… but now I really REALLY miss Big Love. What’s the haps? Will Barb chew Bill a new asshole? Will Bill, Barb and Margie kill Nicki and bury her body in the backyard? Will Margie sleep with Ben? I kid. I kid. And as for Roman…eh I don’t care about him at all.
Thank God for DVR because I have no time to watch television anymore anyhow…
The first week back to work was a semi-success. I managed to only cry on the first day I dropped him off, by the second it was much easier. I miss him like crazy when I’m at work, but I know that he’s okay. And knowing that he’s only there half a week helps too. Getting back to work is going well; I’m a still a bit fuzzy on some procedures but it’s a lot like riding a bike as they say. It all comes back. I have a bunch of pictures of Z of my wall and everyone comments on them as they come in. They also comment on my figure and how great I look for just giving birth three months ago. I don’t think my body is where I want it to be just yet, but I welcome the compliments just the same. I wish I still had that pregnancy glow to my skin and the massive thickness of my hair: every day I seem to notice a new blemish on my face and my hair is falling out in handfuls. Supposedly this is normal after giving birth and I won’t go bald but damn! My hair is everywhere! Trying not to stress about it…*bites fist*
Here’s our Monday-Wednesday schedule. We get up at 5:30, get dressed and get the baby ready, drop Andy off first, take the baby to childcare (dropping off breastmilk with him, making sure that it is labeled and dated and other necessary items like extra clothes, diapers, wipes, etc), get to work by 8, pump two times during my work day (and make sure I DON’T leave the milk there before leaving, I’ve done that once before), get off work at 5, pick up Z at 5:30 (grabbing any soiled clothing and empty bottles to clean later that night), and then pick up his daddy at 6. Getting home varies from a half hour to an hour based on traffic. So if we’re lucky we get there before 7. Dinner, breastfeeding, maybe a taped episode of 4400s or Eureka or Psych if Z allows us to sit long enough, a little time on the computer and bedtime at around 10. I’m happy to say that Z is on a (semi) sleep schedule now. He goes to sleep at 10 and I wake him up (on the week days) at 6 am to get dressed, change his diaper, etc. He still wakes up 2-3 times in the night to feed but I fall asleep most of the time while I’m feeding him so it’s not too bad. On the weekend he’ll sleep for maybe an hour longer but I think his body knows it’s time to wake up because he tosses and turns a lot an hour or so before he finally opens his eyes. So I don’t have uninterrupted sleep yet, but I think I’m getting a good amount. I still have slight bags under my eyes though. Ugh.
So life is back to “normal”. It’s good. I’ve got my baby and my man-baby. We’re working hard and watching our kid grow (really fast!). He talks and smiles so much, seeing him happy makes all the stress worth it.
Feed, burp, change, repeat. That’s pretty much the last three months in a nutshell. In the midst of all that we had some thought provoking conversations (recent development) and staring contests (Zain usually wins…), outings to the park and to Fred Meyer/Target (who knew he’d tear through those diapers so fast?) and a couple of jaunts around the cul de sac, usually cut short by excessive heat. Cuz it’s either too hot or too dreary to enjoy having a small child strapped to your chest. I’m looking at you Vancouver. When Zain is taking a nap I’m either on my computer, watching a movie, doing laundry or cleaning bottles and breast pump parts. There is A LOT of laundry: one day Zain must’ve gone through 4 outfits, having pooped/peed through his diaper.
I feel like a mole sometimes, because it seems that Zain and I have been cut off from the world for the majority of these last several months. Having two cars could change things a bit, and of course living in a better neighborhood where I wouldn’t have to a) hike up a steep hill to get to the outside world and b) avoid anything past the hill since that’s apparently where trailer trash frequent. But even with all that, I think these last months were time well spent. My son and I bonded; we’re tight.
Here’s to what comes next (meep!)
For your viewing pleasure (some are a couple weeks old but whatever)…
Andy and I get happy:
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Andy and I did something that was a long time coming: we bought a new car. Okay, it’s actually previously owned, but it’s new to us. And it’s snazzy. But more on that later. I just wanted to say a couple of words about the people…nay, freaks…who frequent the car selling profession. Perhaps they flock to car dealerships because they can’t do anything besides wear misshapen suits and make people feel guilty. Their chit-chat is abominable. They will do anything to get money out of you. Did I mention that they all dressed horribly? Car dealerships are where heinous ties go to die. And feel free to pair any old jacket/dirty polo shirt to any old pair of slacks. Oh and ladies: hike those breasts up to your chin! Make that money.
At the Hyundai lot, Andy and I made the mistake of being there for over an hour without an intent to buy. When we left the dealership I felt like we were leaving the car salesman to die; it looked like the manager(who was a BIT obvious in undressing me with his eyes) was going to take him out back and have him shot. Ah, I wish him well.
At the VW lot yesterday (where we ended up taking a car home), there were a cluster of salespeople standing around and joking who didn’t seem half bad. Maybe because we weren’t on the receiving end of their “our car is the best in the universe” bullshit. They came up and peeked into the stroller to look at Zain and offer the usual “He’s gorgeous!”. One girl was surprised at how small his feet were (she had exclaimed “I bet he has big feet!” a second before catching a glimpse of them…me=confused as hell) So apparently my kid has little feet. My sisters have commented on them as well. I’m confused….aren’t babies supposed to have little feet?
So we needed something bigger, safer, and reliable to lug our kid around in. The lucky car? A 2006 VW Passat. It’s cuuuuute. I’ve always loved the look of VW cars. And they’re comfy too.
Here are photos (even though Andy already posted them in his blog):
I love it.
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