Tabitha's Favorite Food

7 1/2 months

Tabitha is 7 1/2 months old right now. She amazes us every single day. Her skills improve by the hour. She is completely and utterly facinated with wires. Wires from the computer, wires in the back of the TV, wires from the home network to the upstairs. I never knew just how many wires were actually in this house until Tabitha decided that she had to have them all.
She is now mobile.
Remember the video from the last post?
She is 10x better at it today than she was when I did that. Not fast, but mobile and agile.
She loves Gerber Veggie Puffs. She just figured out how to get them in her mouth and she wont stop! She reaches and grabs the container and wants more. I have been trying to teach her the sign for 'more'. She understands the sign and giggles when I do it but she cannot imitate it right now. She will do a gross approximation that only I understand. I suppose that is not different from other language acquisitions.
She also understands the sign for 'milk' and 'all done'. She also started vocalizing loudly the phoneme 'maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'
I, of course want to believe that she is saying mom but realistically, she isnt.
Tabitha gets so angry when we take things away from her that she shouldnt have or if I walk by her and do not pick her up or pay adequate (in her mind) attention to her.
SUCH a little stinker huh?
She still is not a great sleeper. She is doing better but not great. At least 3 wakings a night. A dramatic improvement over every hour but still, I wish and long for longer stretches of sleep. I can sleep when I am dead I guess.
Tabitha is about to become an international traveler.
How many American citizens have been out of the country in their entire lifetime? She is going to make it before she is a year old. How cool is that?
We have her passport and we are ready for her first international stamp. It will be from Puerto Rico (not really international per se) and then from Antigua, the final destination. Family trip to the beach, gotta love it.
I promise to take many pictures when we are there. If I have net access I will post some for you to see.
We have much love for you

The dog is in SERIOUS trouble now

So maybe it is us that is in trouble, not the dog.
Well, her too

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Sitting on the floor of the RV playing with my toys on a very chilly morning. 72 degrees inside, 19 out.

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This machine feels lucky

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Strangers tried to make off with me!

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Drink menu! What to have.

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Snow capped mountains in nevada

an RV adventure and the horrible truth about clowns

Today, we are being brave!
Today we are loading up the new RV and going for a long drive to Denver to spend Thanksgiving with Grampa Dick and Jean. It will take us approx. 20 hours of driving. We of course are not driving straight through. *THAT* would be maddness I tell you. We are taking the dog and the baby (duh, gotta take the baby).
I lost the cord from the camera to the computer so I do not have any pictures at the moment. I promise when I locate the cord, there will be oodles of pictures.
Also I am going to try some remote blogging from the cell phone, wish us luck!!!!

Clowns,

Damn Clowns....
I started taking Tabitha to Gymboree last Saturday. I hate it.
She
Loves it.
It is that effing clown.
Gymbo is his name, and being sickly sweet is his game.
He gives all the babies a kiss goodbye and a hug. Tabitha claps her hands and squeals with delight. I want to strangle it.
dead.
dead.
dead clown
Maybe I need to make a dead clown Haiku.
Is it
5
7
5?

ACK, now I need to go look up Haiku...All this going to Gymboree has atrophied my brain to the point that I cannot even remember how to DO a haiku. At least I remember how to spell hiaku.....oh
no
It has killed that brain cell too.

2 under 2 under 2

HOLY SCHMIDT
NO WAY
OMG
OMG OMG
OMG
OMG
OMG

*Mouth hangs open*
Goggle

WHAT?

How on earth?...Well, I know how but stammer stammer huh?
I had been feeling a little weird lately. David took me out to dinner and I told him, "Dont be alarmed but I am going to do a pregnancy test in the morning."
I had hives all over my face and back. This has only happened to me 2 times in my life. Once when I ate lobster and when I was pregnant. I hadnt eaten any lobster so, logical conclusion right?
The next morning I pee'd in a cup and dug around in my cabinet. I had to have a PG test around in there somewhere. I was after the obsesso girl in my previous life as a person in infertility treatment. Sure enough, I found one. Dip it in, go back to what I was doing. I came back to it 3 minutes later and screamed, HOLY SHIT DAVID, GET IN HERE *NOW*. He came running in and I brandished this plastic stick like a sword and said, "Look at this!!" The look on his face was priceless.
Astonished, Panicked, Mouth Hanging Open Goggle. Then we both started laughing hysterically. I couldnt decide whether to laugh cry or both.
I was going to have another baby. When we did the math, that made Tabitha 15 months when the new one was going to be born. 2 babies under 2 years old. Oh. My. God. I had to leave for work with a very full head. I called my doc and told her that I wanted a blood test and a prescription for Prometrium (progesterone supplement to prevent miscarriage due to my historically low hormone levels). I went in for the blood test. It had to be the worst phelbotomist in the history of my adult life. She was digging around in there like she was panning for gold all under the guise of not wanting to 'hurt me'. I wonder if the white knuckles on the table tipped her off that she should try to find another vein?
I was a little bit naughty and checked the box at the top of the lab slip
'patient waiting' so that I would get the results faster. THEN began the long wait.
I called every 3 hours for the rest of the night. Finally at 9pm they told me not to call back until morning. 7am, still no answer dammit. I called on my way to work 7:30 I was told that they had an answer for me but I had to wait for a nurse.
So I waited, and waited. Grew a few more grey hairs and I waited.
Finally, the nurse came on and she told me that the blood test was negative. My beta number was under 2. I was not pregnant at all.
It is amazing how your whole world can change on a dime and I was actually sad. After everything, I was actually sad about not being pregnant after all. I thought maybe just maybe I just magically got pregnant on my own and that I wasnt broken after all.

Guess that even after everything, I still am a hope addict.

The World According to Tabitha

1. You WILL come pick me up when I cry, for if you do not I will wake the dead.
2. Sleep is for the weak. I dont care what you say, you cannot make me sleep if I do not want to.
3. I think that it is funny to stick my heel in poopy diapers and then grab for my toes. That funny face you make when you get it in your hair REALLY makes me laugh.
4. Doggie is for torturing. That is what she gets for barking when I am sleeping.
5. WHAT?! I wasn't really sleeping. I was just resting my eyes.
6. All colorful computer cables are for me to eat. Dont you dare try to stop me!
7. As soon as I start crawling, I'll get you! AND your little dog too.
8. You have no power against me when I smile at you. **GRIN**
9. That booger STAYS PUT. No touching it or I will really scream.
10. If you look in my mouth again to see if I have teeth, I will bite you when I get some. I will notify you when said teeth arrive.

Halloween Pics

Yes, she had more than one costume....there were even more that she didnt even wear.

Why cant ghosts father children?

Because the have Hollow weenies!!!


hahahahahahaha


Happy Halloween everyone. When I get pics of Tabitha in her costume I will post them.
She will either be a mermaid, a black cat or a purple dinosaur. Depends on the weather.
Here is another momma and baby that you can look at until then.
THANKS BETHIE

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America's Next Top Model

Have you seen the chicks on that show America's Next Top Model?
Someone needs to feed those girls a sandwich or something. They all look like swizzle sticks, SOMEONE GET ME A MARTINI!!!! Not really, I dont like martini's....unless they are chocolate and then, are they martini's after all or dessert with a kick? My girl right now weighs more than some of those model wannabes. 15 pounds, 13.5 ounces of baby love! Look at her ham it up for the camera.

So, here is my girl getting her first taste of food. I made her some lovely avocados smoooshed together with some breast milk. The look on her face was priceless when I put in the first bite. "What the hell is this crap?"
Well, my girl, god love her, is her mothers daughter and really began to dig in by the 3rd bite.
I think I see the family resemblance in the below photo....what do you think?

Mmmmm Spaghetti!! I cant wait to make her a big ole plate o pasta!

6 months old and the worst mother ever

I have been neglectful. So sorry. I apologize to you that keep up. I didnt think that anyone actually LOOKED at this blog and then I got lazy. I have been given the virtual bitchslap and told to get back to work.
SO
here I am
at work
typing on the blog.

Naughty naughty me.

Tabitha is 6 months old last Friday. We went to her 6mo check up and she decided that was a good day to sit up unassisted for the first time for the doctor. She had a great time trying to eat that thin crunchy white paper that they cover the table with. Drool makes a fantastic base for papier mache'....I feel sorry for the nurse that had to clean up after us....blow out too. FUN WITH BODY FLUIDS! She is also mobile now. She has been able to roll over from back to front (hence the video) and front to back for some time now.
BUT
Yesterday she figured out that she can roll roll roll across the floor to get that toy that she wants or to torment the dog. She is laughing up a storm and gets so excited when she sees me come into the room. She flips her hands out to the side and squeals with laughter.
She just did her first renaissance faire. She did remarkable well for such a little one. She slept like a champ in the RV at night (most nights) and really liked wearing her costume and being the little center of attention. She has a set of noble costumes and peasant costumes. She looks super cute in both of them. (OF course I think that, she is mine after all). We cannot decide if she looks like her daddy or like me right now. She still looks like a baby. A drooling, crying, pooping, laughing, rolling, screaming, babbling, giggling baby. I am at work right now and do not have access to all my photos so I will do that when I get home. She has gotten very big since you saw her last.

I will be back later

Cindy

Roll with me baby

Look at what I can do!!

Disco Disco Duck!

Someone has learned how to bear weight on her legs. OF COURSE we needed to see if she had rhythm too!

Comin' Home

Well,
It is our last night here. Finally we got the perfect sparkling bright sunny day that we have been waiting for this entire month. The humidity finally dropped and it was just beautiful out. David went for a nice long sail on his best childhood friend Soleil (its a boat goofy people, and yes, his friend is a boat; along with the trees as well)

Tabitha has been vocalizing for the last few days in a really cute way. She does it especially loud when I am singing to her. Almost as if she is singing along. She has changed so much since we have been here. Maybe it is the sweet Maine air that made her grow so much. I miss my little baby but am having fun with the little girl.
Tomorrow is our long journey home. It will take us about 10 hours including layovers if nothing goes wonky.

Talk to you when I get back and will share lots of pictures when I get back onto highspeed internet...using dialup really *is* like camping

new traditions

I have completely stolen this idea from another blogger. She started writing a letter to her daughter on the month markers. I thought that it was such a beautiful idea that I am copying her. This entire blog is being printed on a monthly basis and being put into a book for her when she is older.

2 things have happened in the last few days that need to be included with this post.
Tabitha had her 1st ride on a sailboat. David and I and her Grandparents Ken and Bev went out on their boat Sabasa. Tabitha was very interested in looking around at her environment. The water was endlessly fascinating, that is until she fell asleep. She was still asleep when were getting off the boat. Because she was so asleep I joked that we should put her in the canvas bag. We laid her down and she stayed asleep, which of course meant that I needed to take her picture.





THEN, to add to the excitement a BIG ASSED TREE fell on the house on Friday night. No one is hurt. The house got hurt, but nothing that can’t be fixed.



July 20, 2006


Dear Tabitha,

Today my daughter, you are 3 months old. I want to tell you how much I love you and how much having you as my little girl has meant to me. Your father and I wanted a baby so badly and tried for a really long time to have you. You cannot image how happy we were when the doctor told us that we were going to have our sweet baby at last. You were born at (edited for privacy) on April 20, 2006 at 7:31 in the morning. I was due to be induced because you just were having too good of a time in there. You were supposed to come out on April 11th but you were reluctant to come out. Our doctor, Dr _____ scheduled your eviction on the 19th at 8:30 in the morning but you would have none of that scheduled thing. You, as we have learned over the last 13 weeks will do things on your own time and at your own pace.
I went into labor at 2am on the 19th. The contractions were easy enough but consistent at around every 7 minutes. Around 5am I woke your Daddy to tell him that I was having contractions. It really was cute because he completely embodied the stereotypical dad whose wife tells him that she is in labor. He ran around like a chicken with his head cut off looking for the phones and the bags and all the stuff. I sat there and chuckled at him and told him that we would not be going in for a long time yet. I timed the contractions and continued on with my day until they got to be on the painful side. When I called the hospital to tell them that I was in labor they told me that they were really busy and there were no beds available and to labor at home for as long as possible.
As long as possible was 2pm in the afternoon. By that time I was really ready to get to the hospital and have some medical intervention (the Blessed Blessed Epidural). Your daddy called them and told them that we were coming, they said that they had 1 bed available and to get there so that I could have it. When we got there, there was no room. They had given my bed away to someone else, so I had to sit in the waiting room until one was available.
After we got a room and I had on a gown and an IV we proceeded to make preparations to meet you for the first time. You did not want to come out at all. The medicine that they gave me to make the contractions harder and faster did not sit well with you and your heartbeat would plummet. On more than one occasion I heard your little heart stop beating and I was so scared that I was going to lose you when I hadn’t even gotten to meet you yet. The doctors decided that it was too dangerous to keep you inside any longer and that we were going to have to remove you surgically. It all happened really fast. They dressed your daddy in a silly blue gown, booties and mask and winged me down the hall very quickly. I was put on a table that looked like a cross laying down. My arms and legs were strapped down and a blue sheet was put in front of my face so that I couldn’t see what was happening down there. I heard the reassuring thump thump thump of your heartbeat continuing to beat on the monitor. I was given medicine so that I couldn’t feel anything and they began to cut. It was the beginning of our separation. You, who had inhabited me body and soul for 10 months, was now being disconnected so that we could meet face to face.
It seemed like forever until I heard your little pitiful mewl. I was told that it was only 10 minutes but it seemed much longer. There was meconium in your amniotic fluid so they had to take extra steps with you when they pulled you out. They had you on a table and were working hard to make sure that you were breathing. That also seemed to take a really long time. I heard you cry and I started crying. My little one, my baby, my miracle was here in the same room with me. Breathing. Crying. Wailing. The nurse finally brought you over to me so that I could meet you. Your head was so round, all but the very top of your head that was a little cone shaped from trying to come out and failing. You looked squished and your cheeks were so fat and puffy. You had the most amazingly clear blue eyes that looked right through me. The minute I met you my life changed in an instant. Gone were he and I. We were a family, the 3 of us.
The nurse handed you to your daddy and he walked around with you and talked to you. It is his voice that settled you down. So quiet and contemplative were you in that moment. The world was new and you had never seen any of it. I was stitched up and you and I were wheeled to our recovery room where we stayed for the next 2 nights of the rest of our lives. Your Daddy and I feel so lucky to know you and to have you in our lives. You are amazing and do something new every single day. You started smiling at us when you were 5 weeks old, that smile, you know the one, the one that melts my heart. You rolled over from your tummy to your back on June 30, 2006. It was pretty funny because you scared the bejebus out of yourself and screamed bloody murder when you figured out what you had done. You can do it now with no problems and no tears at all. You went on your first plane ride July 1, 2006 to Maine to visit with your family. You met your cousin Elijah, Aunt Jen, Uncle Adam, Gramma Bev and Grampa Ken (the grandparents whom you had already met live here).
You had your first boat ride on Daddy’s favorite little sailboat Soleil on July 14 and really seemed to like it. Long Pond, where the family homestead is, calls to you; the loons call to you at night and it makes you smile. You gave me your first giggle just the other day and I again felt my heart melting all over the place. You also love to be naked. At times when you are screaming your fool head off, and let me tell you that you do an excellent job at screaming your fool head off, I will take off all your clothes and let you be naked for a while. That seems to make you happy. Daddy bought you your first jewelry and you are wearing a teeny little silver anklet with bells on it. It jingles and tinkles on your ankle when you move or are being carried from room to room. It makes me smile to hear that little tinkle tinkle when you are laying on the floor and kicking your feet. You are a joy and a delight little one. I cannot wait to see what it is that you are going to do in the next 30 days.


My love to you,

Momma

Ona Hike!

We have been in Maine for slightly over a week now. It has been really amazing. The night before last there was the most amazing full moon and then last night there was a downpour of rain and thunder and lightening. I can honestly say that I have never seeeeeen raaaaain fall.like.that.
wow, you couldnt see 2 feet in front of you it was falling so fast and hard.
OF COURSE I had to go put on a slicker and go stand in it on the dock. That was until a big boom of thunder cracked and I had.to.get.out.of.the.rain.
Thunder scares the bejebus out of me.
David took Tabitha out in the rain so that she could see what rain was like, she didnt like it. go figure.
We went on an amazingly fun hike yesterday to Hadlock Brook.
Tabitha was in the Snugli on David's back. I carried her for 10 months, it is his turn.
I have video of her rolling over but in Maine I am on dialup, not sure I have the fortitude to withstand the wait of upload times.

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On my way to maine. Waiting in philly for my connection ! I am excited to see and meet all my relatives.

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Livin la vida noble

Fighting it

Asleep at last...Whew this girl doesn't like to go to bed. I found a new binky that I think that she likes. She launches the other binkies out like pureed cauliflower...yuk. We have a busy weekend ahead.
Tomorrow is Noble Court rehersal with David and Sunday is Gay Pride parade.
Stay tuned for pics from the cell phone

1st Fathers Day

Today was David's first Father's Day. We had a mellow day, David said that he wanted to use power tools today and have Shepard's Pie. Umm OK, I think that I can handle that.
I surprised him this morning with 2 framed photographs of his little girl as a gift. A few weeks ago I snuck away with the baby and had her portraits done. It was also the day of my mom's graduation from college (YAY MOM) and she went with me to the mall to get it done. Unfortunately for me, Tabitha is a big time barfer and she barfed all over the cute outfit that I had for her to get her pictures done in. So, we went with naked baby. Who can resist naked baby anyway? I did have an outfit for her but I had just purchased it and I knew that it was too big for her but I used it anyway.
She was NOT happy about having her picture taken until I took her clothes off. Seems my girl is a bit of an exhibitionist, who knew.

It was a really sweet day today. I loved watching David sit in his recliner with his little girl tucked into his arm fast asleep.

Been awhile

Tabitha is 8 weeks old today. She has has a rough couple of weeks with growing. She has been crying a lot and when she is not crying she is eating. I havent had much time to be near the computer but I thought that I would share a funny moment from yesterday and some other photos. Promise to do better in the future with posts

trying out video

OK, so I am not the best cinematographer
BUT
I did learn some valuable lessons with doing this.
The next one will be better when I figure out how to edit but in the meantime
ENJOY!!

Staying Un-Divorced

This was a gift given to us by Nisey (HI NISEY)
We laughed our butts off when she gave it to us.
Now, she is the one laughing because we actually use it late at night. So much better than Rock Paper Scissors and it seems more fair.

Just some random baby fluff

Tabitha has this exergym playmat thingie.
We have had it since she was 2 weeks old but she really decided that she liked it this week. She also has decided that she likes her bouncy seat too. I will post pictures of that later.

We are going to the lactation consultant again to figure out what we are doing wrong because this still hurts too much 5+ weeks into it.

A Cavalcade of Grandparents

Tabitha met Ken

















Then she met Jack



















Then she met Bev














Then she met Dick















Then she met Debbie














Tabitha has an embarassament of riches when it comes to the people who love her and these are just the grandparents!!!

Lessons in Nipple Shields

I am using a nipple shield when I breastfeed Tabitha because OUCH, she likes to suck on just the nipple part. With the help of several lacation specialists we determined a nipple shield would be my best bet until she gets a little older and her mouth gets a little bigger. It is a silicone phony nipple that goes over mine so that she has more to latch on to. The dog is jealous.

Correct use of nipple shield.




















In-Correct use of nipple shield ( I think that she is laughing at me!)

Crying, Vodka, Farts and Love

Some big shoes to fill. I look at her with wonder all the time. I just had my first Mother's Day with her and it was a wonderful day. I know that it is a manufactured holiday but I cannot tell you how deeply painful it is to have this particular 'holiday' around you when you have been suffering through infertility. Here I have my girl and I have my first Mothers Day. It does not erase the pain but it does make it a little easier to bear. I think that I have a bit of Survivor's Guilt going on. I almost feel embarassed to walk around with her because A. I am waiting for someone to tell me the jig is up and my rental period is over and B. I want to pin a sign to her pram making sure to announce that she was not concieved easily so that I do not cause undue pain to someone. I can remember looking at babies and moms and hating them, burning with jealousy. I was so sure that it was easy for them, one of those people who use their partners toothbrush and get a positive pregnancy test. Now, here I am, one of the hated. A survivor. So happy to be here but a bit guilty about it when I think of all my friends who are still suffering and trying. I used to get so mad when people would tell me trite little comments about how they are sure that it would happen for me and other bits of 'advice' meant to make me feel better about my situation. I will not be doing that to you today or ever. I love you too much for that.



Things have been hectic around here and I haven't been able to get to my computer much. So I am going to put several days worth all at once.





OMG, This baby has the MOST hellacious farts that you have ever smelled. I have to sit sometimes with my nose plugged while I am nursing her because I just can NOT stand the smell. I have smelled Renaissance Faire privies (portatoilets) that smelled better. My eyes water and I am suuuuuuuuuuuure that she has just has a massive poo. Butt no (pun intended). She has apparently taken on her fathers infantile bowel habits and likes to go every few days and when she does its a WHOPPER...The doctor said not to worry but how can I not when she is polluting my atomosphere and I am forced to breathe it. Maybe I will get a gas mask.
PS Notice the wilted roses in the background? *THATS* how bad her farts are!
They killed perfectly good flowers. I need ET to revive them.




Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... we hear a lot of this and frankly I feel like she looks in this picture. I want to cry and wail too. We are still working out how to make her feel better. The above said gas makes her very unhappy and she will wake from a sleep to start screaming. We are using an arsenal of techniques to soothe and calm her. I have booby magic and David has some sort of mysterious Daddy magic that I have yet to figure out but it is pretty great when he picks her up, puts her in the sling and she immediately gets quiet. I need that magic too, I have different magic. We call it Vodka...no no no just kidding. I have Mommy and boobie magic and it works too, just differently.



























When she is alert and not in pain, she is a delight. She has really figured out how to charm us with her face. I spend a lot of time with her making faces at her and she has begun to make them back at me. It is super fun to do this. We took about 80 photos of her laying on the floor making silly faces at us. It was hard to pick the ones to put here because there are many that are good.
















This is one of my favorites from the set. She is rooting for the Sharks to win the playoffs dontcha know? GO SHARKS BEAT THE OILERS!!!

Word of the Day...WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride

I was singing this song over and over again yesterday. It is popular on the radio right now and it conveys the previous 24 to 36 hours of my life. We had a bad day. Tabitha could not be consoled. She cried and cried. The usual methods of calming her just did not work. No amount of jiggling, cooing, talking, buggy rides, eating or walking made her happy. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah was what we heard all day and night. You have never seen 3 adults more frazzled than us. You know that look that people have after they have been on a transcontinental flight, that was us. Covered in barf and poo and trying to calm her. David and I finally took her for a car ride @ 9:30 at night. She cried for about 8 excruciating minutes and then came the blessed silence. We discussed the price of gasoline vs. the price of our sanity. Sanity wins, hands down. Today has been a much better day for all of us. Let sleeping babies lie. She is in her car seat after our adventure to the store this morning, still asleep. YAY!! Lets hope we get a new look on life as she sleeps off her milk hangover.

Hot Cross Buns

OH How these people who *claim* to be my family embarass me! Just because I have thrush they take me outside and expose my privates to the neighbors. Yeah, there was some cock-a-maimy story about sun helping the yeast infection and thrush that I have. (Mommy has it too, but my pain is worse than her pain I am certain) I dont see anyone else having to suffer from the indignity of exposure. Just you wait, I will get them back! I will pee on them.
Oh wait, already did that today on Momma! HA! Told you I would get you back...see what you get for wearing actual *clothes* rather than just your bathrobe today. Resistance is futile, I will get you too. Oh yeah, and GrandmaBev, YOU ARE SO NEXT!

2 weeks

Its been 2 weeks since this little one was born. She is starting to make little smiles. I know that they are fake and that she most likely has gas in there but it doesn't stop me from watching her face to see if she will make another one. David and I are doing well, thanks to GrammaBev who is here with us in California and takes the 3am to 8ish shift with the baby so that we can actually get several hours of uninterrupted sleep. It is DELIGHTFUL to say the least.
Tabitha gave us a treat the other night by sleeping all night long. It must have been a fluke because it hasn't happened again. The dog is having a love/hate relationship with us and the baby right now. She loves the baby and wants to be near the baby all the time but then when we leave the house with the baby and leave her here. She acts out and gets into mishief.
For example, she got up on our brand new mattress and peed on it while we were out to dinner. THANK GOD for waterproof mattress pads. We got the pad in case my water broke on the mattress (hahahaha) and now it has come in handy for puppy pee. Whoda thunk it?
I love to watch her sleep. HELL, I love it when she sleeps period. At night she likes to lay on my chest to fall asleep and then I move her to the mattress. She make little peeps and squeeks all the time. Normally, I dont like to sleep on my back but if it gets her to fall asleep so that *I* can fall asleep. Let me tell you, I am all for it.
Wonder what is next in wonderland....I don't want to fall down any rabbit holes. I like it here just fine.

Slippery When Wet

I have been waiting with anticipation for that icky little umbilical cord stump to fall off so that I could give Tabitha her first bath. Every diaper change every day I would look at it and check its icky progress. This little bit of tissue, the last bit that connected her to me physically was getting in the way of my fun!! Though it was symbolically sad when it fell off I must admit to a little party in my head.
YES!! Now I can get her in the water.
I had been warned by many people that she might not like it and might scream her bloody head off and I was prepared to deal with this onslaught. My efforts to bathe her the day it fell off were thwarted by evil minions and demons.
SO, not really. What really happened was that I wanted David to be there too for our momentous occasion and he had school that evening and by the time that he got home and we got dinner in us and our evening wound down, it was too late and we were too tired to get her into the bath. Washday had to be the next one.
As soon as I could talk David into it the next day (which really, wasn’t that hard) we got her ready for it. Grrrr and damn, I wanted to be the one to do this but then remembered that I cannot get the C-Section incision that wet so I was out of the running. Taking pictures was just going to have to be ok. David got in the tub with her and we started the water. She bawled up her face and prepared to let out a bellow, took a deep breath, I took a deep breath bracing myself for the cry....then out came a little tiny baby sigh. No crying just happy baby. SHE LOVED THE WATER. I can only assume that it must have felt like being back inside. She was lathered and washed, cooed too and played with. I wrapped her up in the softest towel we had and cuddled my little girl. Oh yeah, I had a towel for the Daddy too. They make a cute pair.