Randomness

People have been asking:

“Alisa, wtf happened to your blog?  I totally miss your bullshit.”

One word, Gwenny.  Holy fuck, she is a handful now.  She sprouted two little teeth and it went all downhill from there.  I’m thinking she has mommy’s adhd but it’s conflicting with daddy’s concentration genes.  So she’s a hyper concentrator.  And Pinchy.  Oh, the pinching.  I have these tiny bruises all over from her little fingers.  Also, she’s obsessed with bellybuttons and gets extremely upset if you cover them with your hands to impede her digging and pinching.  Is she trying to get back into the womb?  I don’t know.

It’s april already.  How the hell did time go by so fast?  I have so much to do this year and none of it done.  But I’m going to go and garden now.  Toodles.

My hair is going crazy.  You know the three month post baby fall out?  Where your hair comes out in handfuls and you leave enough hair on the bathroom tile to make whole cats?  Well, my hair has decided to regrow.  With a vengeance.  I have all these two and a half inch long hairs along my hairline and wherever I decide to part my hair.  It’s on the verge of looking like I have scraggly half fallen out extensions.  The front ones look like I did an awful job of trying to give myself wispy bangs.

I suppose things could be worse with perma-hair loss, but yikes, it looks like crap.  And makes my hair weirdly poofy.

You know what’s adorable?  Gwen loves to share.  She gets a kick out of it.  She puts something in her mouth, then shares it with you, then laughs her brains out.  She’s also saying dada now, so the vocab is now baba mummum mama dada.  I also can’t believe how long she’s gotten.  The kid is like two and a half feet tall already.  Yikes!

Your daily taquito burrito.

I have this rad skin condition that makes me welt up if I get scratched.  Makes me look as if I am into some really heavy bondage stuff because it looks like keloid scarring.  Thank goodness it’s only temporary.  While googling “baby hives antibiotics”, I came across Dermographism.  Thank you google, you’re better than miss cleo!  I now have a name for “weird skin thing that puffs up when I scratch it.”

:(  Gwen must have inherited my allergy to everything.  I’m guessing the antibiotics caused the hives on my baby.  So sad.

So, I fell off the face of the earth.  I’m not sure what happened, but the last thing I remember is passing out and then I wake up to find it’s late January.  Some notes:

New Years Resolutions:

I will bring to fruition three totally awesome alisa schemes.  Because really, what good are they doing in my head.

Take lots more pictures.

Blog via mobile, because really, it’s so much easier.  I’ve started to do it more on my family blog.

Take a little more care with my looks.  aka Try to brush my hair in the morning (um, I’ve failed at this already )

And last but not least, remember to have good posture.  Once I had Gwen, my posture has turned into this slouchy slumpy sort of thing.

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Gwen ran a fever that yoyoed from 100-just shy of 103 for two days, but was acting relatively normal (albeit much more lethargic) with no other symptoms.  We took her to the doctor urned out she had a urinary tract/ kidney infection.   Now she’s on antibiotics and and unhappy camper.  And having the rankest diahreeah/farts ever.  Poor mini.

We were making such good progress with her sleeping by herself in the crib before she got sick.  I was doing the nursing her to sleep in our bed because I’m lazy, but it was getting rather cramped in our queen bed since Nate takes up like 2/3.  I would find myself precariously balanced on the edge of the mattress on my side.  I figured it was high time she started sleeping in her crib by herself since I didn’t relish the thought of her being like, two, and still being in bed with us.

This is how I did it; in the middle of the night wakings I would nurse her in a chair in her room (not in our bed as usual) and then after she was mostly asleep again I’d put her down in her crib.   She would cuss me out in babytalk, I would pick her up after a few seconds of that till she was quiet again then put her back down.  She would gradually get quieter (and the baby cussing would get lessen) and fall asleep.  It was like, magic.  If I would have tried this a week earlier though I know it wouldn’t have worked.  I think she was just ready.  Thank goodness because I was ready too.

But I haven’t managed to find time to write it down, and they were little gems of awesomeness too.  But I’ve forgotten. But I do have one thing.  Flossers with the string cut out make great baby nose pickers (if you use the “middle” protrusion, it’s like it’s got it’s own baby brain safe guard).  Not that I would EVER EVEN THINK of doing something so dangerous.  Especially when my baby gets her first cold and sounds like a frog.  I have to say, that saline thing works like a charm too, so much so that Gwenny decided to stay up ALL NIGHT shrieking in joy.  This was over Thanksgiving.  it was (not) great.

Don’t bother buying the baby aveeno crap, buy the tube of adult aveeno skin relief lotion.  I think it’s skin relief, something like that.  Took care of baby saliva rash chappy-ness like magic.  Also, fewer ingredients.  The baby stuff had like, 40 things in it.  30 unpronounceable.  Frighting.

This is the second day of my 27th year.  I have decided never to have birthdays again and botox myself out.  I will be 27 FOREVER.

I just can’t do it man.  It’s retarded.  There’s a reason why people say “My god, she’s such a good baby, she rarely fusses.” - it’s because she trusts mom to help her out when she does.  I’ve got to respond to her cries of help, it just feels right to me.  I refuse to believe that you can spoil a 5 month old kid.  A two year old, definetly, but come on, she came out of a bag of fluid that was stored in the dark less than half a year ago, the least I can do is be a pal.

Ok, I’m done.  Sorry if I pissed off any CIO people.   I am just irritated when people suggest this when there’s no reason for me to let her cry it out.

Like those rawhides that they leave around with just the ends lightly chewed, collecting lint.  Sprinkle a ramen soup packet on the rawhide.  Salt + Chemicals  + Puppy = no tiny needle teeth on your heels.

I’m such an idiot to sign up for a puppy and a 5 month old.

I take that back.  Taq and Gwen are some serious cuteness/entertainment.  They aren’t so bad now, but I’m not looking forward to when they are 1, sharing chew toys and germs and yucky things they find out in the yard.

Between taking care of my fav little animal Gwenny and the moving and the craziness, I haven’t been able to blog and write down my most important and intimate thoughts. So, I’ll just make a short list of brief recaps.

1. My breastpads smell like cake if I leave them in too long.

2. We got a new puppy because after Kirby’s departure Cali decided to embark on a hunger strike for two weeks ala monk style.  She wasn’t improving so we got her a new friend, a mostly chihuahua, little bit of rat terrier, little bit of dachshund guy that we named Taquito.

3. Taquito is a freaken good puppy. I am concerned that he will morph into a awful, terrible bad dog.

4. I have taken up baking bread. I am crazy pro at it now (not really). I will never buy bread again. Well, at least until I am tired of baking bread every day. I have to say, it’s very therapeutic. The recipe I use is here. Basically idiot proof. and oooooh sooooo gooood! I never new store bread tasted like crap till I tasted the bread I made. And the bread I made is the super newbie bread.

5. Motherhood is kind of hard, but sometimes it’s like wow, this is so awesome.

6. I start school again at the end of the month. Looking forward to it, but sad I will be away from Gwenny.

7. Gwendolyn has now gotten to the point where she does this squealy cry when she gets frustrated. So freaken cute. She gave a real adult style laugh in the bath the other night, I’m hoping for a replay soon.

That’s about all I can think of at the moment, hopefully I’ll be able to get around more often to write. Toodles for now my lurkers (I see you on my webstats… why so shy?)