bad choice, mom

last night, izzy and i were settling in for the night. we try to get to bed around 10 o'clock every night to avoid her getting cranky. anyway, she was nursing and all of a sudden broke out into a mad fit of crying. she had been nursing for the past half hour and was fine up until then. it was frightening and sad and ear-piercing.

i tried patting her back, thinking it was a burp. nothing. i rocked her a little bit, thinking she may just be tired and upset. nope. so, i decided to go check her diaper and rock her in the glider. i checked her temperature, but there was no sign of a fever. umm...yeah. i ended up with a shoulder full of throw-up.

apparently, what i had eaten that night did not agree with my poor baby and it needed to come out. she cried and cried for a while. she did have a dirty diaper too, so we had to change that on top of barf clothes. poor thing was screaming bloody murder the whole time too. i felt so bad.

the only thing that consoled the poor babe was daddy rocking her, while she was wrapped in her blanket. she shuddered and sniffed for a half hour or so before dozing off.

note to self: never eat poor man's meat from a can, if you're nursing.

face.

what she looks like up close and personal. she is starting to smile at more people. not just mommy.



i wish this wasn't so blurry. auntie bree was playing with her and sticking her tongue out at izzy, and she's been imitating it. now, it seems like she can't stop.



what she would look like if she were flying at you (sans mommy holding her).


they go to the same stylist.

name game

i just read a post from another friend's blog about picking baby names. i was curious to see what their friends were advising them to name their next baby girl. no offense to their friends, but what in the world?!

dakoda? where's the "t"?
braelyn? i don't know what that stems from, but it sort of makes me gag.
sequoya? i'm not sure where they went to school, but that is not how you spell sequoia. and i thought that was a name of a tree and a native american tribe...not a baby.

anyway, i think i am sort of being a brat about this. but, whatever. i know my baby's name is not common, but at least she won't have a hard time telling people how her name "should" be spelled. well...the first name at least.

**oh, i forgot to mention this part too. what is up with those jerk face parents who named their kid "talula does the hula from hawaii?" for real. that was the kid's name. thankfully, a judge had the decency to claim the child a ward of the state or whatever until the parents changed the kid's name to something less retarded.

***oh yeah. one more thing. quit naming kids after lord of the rings characters. it's not cute. it's creepy. you are only giving your kid an excuse to be weird and pasty and only reading manga in a corner of the lunchroom while other kids throw french fries in their hair.

wrong number

so the past couple of nights, i have had someone calling my phone at 3 am. i don't know what for and who is calling, but i decided that i would call to find out who it could be. to my dismay, the person who owns the number did not answer. but...to my delight, this is what the person's answering machine said:

thank you for calling pimp. unfortunately, right now we need to find out if this is about some money. so check in your pockets. see if you got some money. because pimp is going to pick up. now this ain't about us paying you some money. this about you owing some money. so if this is a bill collector, we're going to pay you on the third. just put it on your calendar, the third of never-uary. got that. the third of never-uary. okay. here he come now.

or...something to that effect. i'm sure it is a recording from something, and i love it. i only wish i knew what this person could be calling me about at 3 am?

isadora bea 3 month stats

22.5 inches long, 10 lbs 14 oz, head...normal?

healthy eater, co-sleeper at night/swing sleeper by day, semi-bobble head, strong neck, cooing, razzing, "talking", smiling, sitting up, and she loves to suck on her fists

we're working on her arm muscles these days, because i put tummy time on hold because of her reflux issues.

the bottle war still rages on. i've decided to stick with one nipple and work with her on that. i think she needs something constant in this "fight."

i think i might be winning the sleep battle though. she is getting used to just laying down in her crib or bassinet for a few minutes without crying. i'm getting better at picking out the tired cries and the mad ones, but she is getting smarter too. hopefully soon, i can get her to take longer naps outside of the swing and sleep at night in her own bed. (she'll usually sleep in that thing for hours if i let her.)

overall, she is a joy. i never thought i could love someone so much, especially a baby. i admit, i didn't really care for babies all that much before. but...look at her! she's addicting.

she loves sitting up so much that she will sometimes cry if you try to lay her down.


she gets mesmerized by the camera and forgets to smile.


hanging with a friend.

arranged marriage?

i know this is still practiced in parts of the middle east and south asia, but we've decided to (jokingly) practice it here. some good friends of ours, the shermans, had a baby boy one week after izzy. they were supposed to be born on the same day, but izzy beat gabe to the punch. she's a week older. since they're so close in age and will probably hang out with each other as long as we (the parents of said children) live nearby, we figured why not. it's cute and makes for great photos that will totally embarass them when they get older. muhaha!

here are some pictures of the young couple at church. izzy is pretty flirtatious for her age. i'm going to have to keep an eye on her.



this is a pretty flattering picture pete took of me with izzy when she was being a fussy butt. (pete hasn't figured out that you don't take pictures of people when they're talking...)



a super dark and blurry picture of the little one in mid-fuss. i don't know why, but i still think she is cute when she cries. especially when she does the pouty face.



daddy being silly. he has the magic rock these days.




p.s. look at how "white" my baby is! i was hoping we could mix some caramel into that baby, but i guess she is mostly vanilla.

bad dreams and inspiration

the other night i had a pretty bad nightmare. it was one of those where you wake up crying with actual tears and stuff. in the dream, it was pete, izzy and i sleeping in our bed. but it wasn't our bed. it was my parents' bed in one of the old houses i grew up in.

anyway, there was an evil spirit (like a demon) looming over us. but i was the only one who was awake and could sense it at the time. i was trying to get up to wake up pete and izzy, but the evil spirit was pushing down on my chest. so then i tried to scream to wake pete up, but nothing came out of my mouth. the evil spirit had covered or shrouded my voice. but then izzy stirred, and the evil spirit went over to her i guess. i was able to scream and wake pete up, and he told me to be quiet. the baby was asleep. and i tried to explain to him the danger we were in. and then he saw and realized what was going on.

izzy was crying and awake now, because the spirit was now looming over her. pete and i got up and grabbed izzy and began to pray. as we prayed, we could feel the evil spirit leaving the room and all was better.

i know that sounds super corny, but i thought that dream was inspirational. i'm not the best at saying my prayers daily, but when i do i always feel good afterward. i surprised myself that i thought, in my dream, to actually kneel down to pray. i'm definitely grateful that i can always turn to prayer to help guide me and my family and bring us comfort in our time of need. i've learned and grown so much in using the power of prayer.

so...take that evil spirits!

how soon we forget

the garbage pail kids movie was on one of the movie channels the other day, so i recorded it. i thought it would be nostalgic to watch it again.

i was wrong. creepy. creepy. schmeepy.

i got thru 5 minutes, and i couldn't do it anymore.

little monsters was on too, so i recorded that as well. this one actually brought back good memories. i love fred savage. or at least, i did when i was younger.

all i want to know is when they will finally put the wonder years together into a boxed set.

happy birthday, friend.

because my package for you and your baby won't get to you on time, i send you an interweb shout out on your special day.




thanks for being a great friend. i miss you tons and wish you the best on your impending arrival.

my summer palette

watermelon.
popsicles.
almost anything on the bbq.
grilled corn on the cob.
potato salad.
mcdonald's vanilla cones. that's right. i support mickey d's. for $1.26, i become one of the billion served.

i could eat all of these every day, all day long. looks like my muffin top is going to have to wait.

guess who didn't get to see fireworks last night?

pete, izzy and i. that's right. we even drove 30 or so minutes to a prime location to see them, and we didn't see any. well...maybe a warning one.

i guess that's what happens when you can't get an infant to take her second nap of the day (her nap schedule, not mine) and expect her to be miss happy and not a miss crankypants. the next hour or so after we left the spot was filled with ear-piercing crying until she tired herself out and went down for the count. i wish i would have gotten a picture of her sprawled out exhausted from her day, but my nerves were already shot and worn by then. i soon joined my child for a night of z's.

whatever. it was all worth it. even just to get these pictures from the bbq/swim party we went to at our friend's house:





ignore me in the last photo. that is definitely not the cute part.

oh, before i forget. thanks again, katy and bella, for letting izzy borrow your swimsuit and hat! even though izzy didn't like the water that much...

A Few Movie Suggestions

This is a totally random list of suggestions about some movies I have seen lately.

First off:

Caddyshack. This movie is overrated. I mean its funny, but not that funny. On my list of the funniest movies ever, I don't know if it would crack the top 100. And as far as golf movies go, Happy Gilmore is much funnier.

Master & Commander Far Side of the World. This a great movie. The first time I saw it I wasn't sure what to think when I left the theater. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. On the second viewing, I liked it even more.

A Prairie Home Companion. I loved this movie, however I could see other people not enjoying the film so much. I guess I have a few things going in my favor. I live in Minnesota, I love listening to the radio show, and I enjoy a lot of the director Robert Altman's other films. So anyway, those are some suggestions. You can take em or leave em, dontcha know...

The World Cup and the WWE at Work

Hello All. I don't know if it's still called the WWF. I have not watched wrestling since I was in 6th grade, and I didn't even really watch it then. Anyway, my point is that running around pulling moves like a powerdriver, candylicious, the asiatic spike, and headbutts are all well and good if you are in the ring, but should not be implemented at work or in professional soccer.

Ok. OK. Nobody pulled out the Samoan Drive, but one of my co-workers did get headbutted last week. One of the IT guys was in the accounting office and said hello to one of the accountants. For all his trouble he got a headbutt in the face. That's right. A headbutt in the face for saying hello. That accountant was told to pack up his S%$& and was escorted out of the building (It was the second time in two weeks that he had done this).

The next hour after the incident was just as bad as ESPN covering some stupid story relentlessly till everyone gets tired of hearing about it. An analysis and breakdown from every angle till you want to tear you hair out (AKA this last Superbowl. I just wanted the freaking game to be done so I didn't have to hear about it anymore. I didn't even care who won, I just didn't want to hear about it). Well the analysis of the headbutting incident was not that bad and even a week later telling someone they better get something done or they will get headbutted still brings a smile to our faces.