2 months old!

So, this is a bit late, but Cadie turned 2 months old on the 8th. I cannot believe that my sweet little newborn is growing so fast! She'll be borrowing the keys to the car before we know it!

We had her two month check up today and the bug was awesome! She cried for a few moments after getting her shots, but was fast asleep before we walked out the door. Tylenol has kept her pretty sedated since. She's over twelve pounds and right on track with all of her measurements!







So we're sitting in the waiting room. This lady (picture this: heels, crop pants, and tube top) comes in and makes a big stink up at the receptionist because she forgot her daughter's insurance card. She says she'll drop it of tomorrow because she works at the hospital.

So she sits down and gets her cell phone out. Not even 5 minutes into waiting, her baby starts fussing and the woman just ignored her. The fussing quickly turned into crying, which turned into chocking sobbing screaming. Not only did she continue to ignore her, but she actually told the person on the phone multiple times that her daughter was fine (I guess they heard the ruckus through the phone). This went on for 30-45 freaking minutes. Everyone else in the waiting room looked at each other like this:

I wanted so badly to go pick the poor thing up and ask the mother which part of the hospital she worked in. If you can't take care of your own child, I definitely don't want you taking care of mine.

Mother's Day

We decided earlier this week to celebrate Mother's Day on Saturday instead of Sunday. It was basically to avoid the crowds. Tom and Cadie picked out a beautiful necklace for me. It's white gold with a heart-shaped aquamarine stone and diamond chips. It's absolutely beautiful and it's so special since it's Cadie's birth stone. They took me out for dinner to one of my favorite restaurants, a tiny little sushi place in town. I had not had sushi in well over a year, so let's just say I really enjoyed it. Then we came home, snuggled on the couch and watched Julie & Julia, which totally makes me want to learn how to cook. Not just mac n cheese type of cooking, either. The real kind.

We took it easy today. It was tough because not only was this my first Mother's Day, but it was the first without my mother in law. I wonder if these things ever get easier, and then realize that it probably won't. You never truly get over the loss and days like this just bring it back up to the surface. Eventually the pain decreases some, but you always remember.

The Happiest Place on Earth

is not at Disney World. It's in Cadie's nursery!


Yes, it doesn't matter how fussy or cranky she is, as soon as I put Cadie on her changing table, she's all smiles and giggles (or at least the beginning of giggles which at this point sounds like a giggle-cough). I don't know if it's because she knows she's getting a clean diaper (well, wouldn't you be happy, too?) or because we undress her for her favorite time of the day - bath time!!!- here, but I've got to say it's her favorite place in the house.

To put things into perspective...

Every Christmas growing up was the same song and dance. My mom would tell us that she was cutting back this year. Don't expect as much as you got last year. Christmas morning would come around and there would be just as many presents under that tree as every year before.

Now right after Cadie was born, we had a talk about how quickly the time goes. She really put it into perspective. Children start truly believing in Santa Claus when they're 3 or 4 and stop when they're 10-11. That's seven years. Seven years to indulge in the wide-eyed wonder that is a child's Christmas.

When you're a kid, that year in between Christmases seems like it lasts forever. Sometimes we wondered if Christmas would come at all. Like somehow the world has played some cruel trick and stopped so that we'll never enjoy opening another red and green wrapped gift ever again.

To a parent, that year goes by quickly and Christmas day is even faster. Blink and those seven years are gone. Like somehow the world has played some cruel trick and your little Santa Claus believer who asked for Barbies and GI Joes has been switched with a someone who wants tvs and stereos (they still call them stereos, right?).

My mom told me to enjoy every day, which is the best parenting advice I've gotten. During pregnancy, I was so afraid that something would go wrong that I wanted to speed through it. It wasn't until the last week before my induction that I realized that I hadn't really taken the time to enjoy what I had because I was so looking forward to what I was getting.

I will not do that for her growing up. I am totally enjoying her as she is. It fascinates me to see how quickly she's growing and what she's learning. Those seven years will go by in the blink of an eye, but when I get to the other side, I want to know that I enjoyed it as much as I could. If that means not seeing my tree from all the presents too, then so be it.

I normally don't do this, but...

I'm going to get a little political. There's an anti-Obama facebook group that's going around lately that you might have seen. It's based off of this saying:

Dear Lord, in the past year you have taken away my favorite actor, Patrick Swayze, my favorite actress, Farrah Fawcett, my favorite musician, Michael Jackson, my favorite salesman, Billie Mays, and my favorite athlete, Chris Henry. I just wanted to let you know..... my favorite president is Barack Obama. Amen.

Bad, right? Well, there is an opposing group asking for this group to be removed because this statement is racist and unAmerican. People are up in arms because someone is "threatening" the president.

Some one with the best intent,
Went and killed the president,
Because he had the influence,
To massacre 10,000 men,
Wake me up from this great dream I can't believe my eyes

So someone killing the president is a good dream? Still pretty bad. Some of you will recognize these lyrics as coming from a Vayden song from two years ago. By deductive reasoning, I would guess this was about Bush. There were plenty of songs from that time period that were anti-Bush.

I'm not going to get into Obama/Bush bashing here. I am not going to say which party I choose to affiliate with. That wasn't the point of my post. My point is that no matter who we put in the oval office, there's going to be people that don't like it. Are jokes and songs about that person's death in bad taste and overall inappropriate? Yes. But it happens. It happened with Bush Sr. It happened with Clinton. It happened with Bush Jr and it'll happen with Obama. Heck, it even happens with people that don't make it to the White House. Did you know that the same prayer was said for Governor Christie (Republican) from NJ?

What happened to respect?

Memory Book

My twin cousins were really young when my grandmom passed away. My aunt, whose own mother had passed several years before, wanted her daughters to know who their grandmom was, so she put together some memory books. They were basically picture books that they would look at every night and share memories they had of her. My aunt was determined that they would remember mommom. It worked. Nine years later, they can still vividly recall special moments they shared.

I plan on doing something like this for my mother in law. Cadie never got to actually meet her, but I still think it's important for her and my husband and I to have something to share the memories with. My mother in law was so excited to become a first-time grandma and she loved this little girl oh so much. I will make sure Cadie knows that.

Sleep-deprived thought

So, as I was feeding Cadie her bottle just now, it occurred to me that she isn't like other babies I've had the pleasure of feeding. Most babies I've fed lay there contently. Eat, burp, eat. Cadie thrashes around constantly. Eat, flail about, knock bottle from mommy's hand, spazz out even more, scream as mommy adjusts her to pick up bottle, eats, flails, knocks, spazzes, screams, repeat. It's a viscous cycle.

All, I can say is that I am glad that we decided to formula feed. Seeing how violent she is when she eats makes the ta tas feel like they really dodged a bullet. You're welcome, ta tas.
Oh, and here's a picture of the pretty girl. The hubby and I had date night on Saturday and my father in law watched her for us. In celebration of us leaving her for a few hours for the first time, I dressed her up all cute and stuff. Enjoy!