Go Dance, among many other places, is having a free day of dance on Saturday, Jan 31.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Making progress with Hank's naps and bedtime. Have snuggled him to sleep for all his naps this week, and at night he is waking up less. He's been doing the nurse, then lie back and babble to fall asleep at night. That definitely seems like progress. Been reading Dr Sears to figure our what will work for us. Lots of fervent opinions on both sides. Almost everyone I talk with says CIO (cry it out). Dr Sears and the attachment people say, "you may have heard about CIO, and it didn't feel right to you." My experience exactly. I guess you can't ruin a baby if you act reasonably and out of love. So, if we continue to opt out of CIO, he will have plenty of future opportunities for independence and self-soothing. I just can't imagine without language and with the brain of a 1 year-old, that he could understand self-soothing or not be traumatized by us standing there or worse leaving him alone in a room to cry. If anyone left me alone in a room to cry or didn't hug me while I was crying I would be seriously pissed.
Monday, January 26, 2009
haven't written down any of my delightfully eccentric thoughts in a few weeks. last weekend had the flu. it only lasted 3 days, but it was very unpleasant. reminded me of withdrawal. recently, I was talking with someone about sleep deprivation. being an expert on both sleep deprivation and hang-overs, I can say a large piece of discomfort and misery from a hangover is actually the lack of quality sleep. (apparently, passing out, although mandatory after my drinking, felt like sleep, you don't get good REM sleep which is also mandatory.)
thank you, Jackie for your support re:nursing. yesterday, for the first time, I didn't nurse Hank at all during the day. I have to say they started to look fake by the end of the day. he nursed for about 45 minutes at bedtime, then we snuggled without nursing, and he fell asleep. if Brad snuggles him during the night, Hank wakes up less. unfortunately, Brad is also sleep deprived, so he often doesn't wake up when Hank wakes up to eat, so he doesn't snuggle him post meal.
have now gone to 1 month of salsa 2 class. I like it. yesterday, however, we did a move called the copa. the dude swings the gal over so her back is to his side. he is supposed to touch her waist and turn her back the other way in an inside turn (1.5 spins). I think I have mentioned I wear as few clothes as possible to class - a t shirt and shorts. only about 33% of the dudes found my waist. the rest found my hip. I don't really care, but HESUS KREESTO.
getting more TMI, I may have mentioned I can now fit into my pre-maternity shorts and jeans. they used to be baggy and now are snugger but not in an 80's way. I am happy for this progress and looking forward to/dreading a return to normal lunar cycles. I am also afraid of this monumental movement of the earth, as I have had extremely unpleasant lunar cycles in the past without bc pills. I'll just have to beg the ob for something stronger than advil but weaker than morphine.
yesterday in salsa class I found myself getting nervous, tensing up, and consequently messing up if I thought DID was looking at me. of course, I did not actually use my eyes to see if my suspicion was correct, but in my peripheral vision, I could see his head was turned in my direction, and I am self-centered, so I assume he is looking at me, and not my dude or 2 other couples in our vicinity. I have talked with a dude from Iowa State the past few weeks in class. he is funny and nice and a good dancer. I am so weird I want to express
without flirting and without having to say I am married so as not to offend him by implying he is interested in me. I do have intuition about these things, but it is clouded by paranoia and the emergence of my 13 year-old emotional self. I do wear my wedding ring, which I love, but it is modest. I don't want to wear my engagement ring because I don't want to cut someone's hand or face with my rock.
yes, much rambling.
here's DID and me at the GoDance showcase. I look like I am doing Tina Fey doing Sarah Palin.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
HH is asleep in his swing, a brisket is cooking, I just cleaned the kitchen. So June Cleaver. Except I have a blog where nothing is sacred.
We saw Olympic gold medalist Garrett Weber-Gale at HEB on Red River. When we first saw him, he was on the phone. So, I waited until he got off the phone to approach him and say, Hi, Olympic swimmer Garrett Weber-Gale. (I couldn't remember off the top of my head how he fared at the Olympics - 2 gold medals). He said Hank was very cute and also big - bigger than his Godson who is 7 months old, I think. No offense, but he is much cuter in person than on TV. He's tall, of course, but he has a nice complexion and pretty eyes. I told him Hank was going to be a swimmer because he has a long torso. Then, I started to say and disproportionately short legs, but instead I remembered long arms. Unfortunately, Hank's arms seem very short to me. When he raises his arms above his head he barely clears the top of his head. I am sure this is normal for babies, but not ideal for a baby swimmer.
Yesterday I rocked Hank in the rocking chair for one nap, which seemed like a good compromise from nursing. I am just at skipping one feeding a day and trying to give him real food as much as possible throughout the day. It seems like he is nursing more during the night than before. That is ANNOYing, but I am sure it will pass. So, we got our sweet time, but still stuck to the program.
I heard about a funny website on the news. cutethingsfallingasleep.org
PS Happy birthday, Elvis.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
I got a package from drugstore.com today. I get baby wipes, Brad's protein bars, a beauty product on occasion, saline spray, etc. I opened the box and pulled out a bottle of personal lubricant. Hm, maybe they gave me a free sample. Then I pulled out 3 packages of nicarette gum. Oh, wrong address. No, it's addressed to me on the outside of the box, but the invoice was addressed to a lady in Massachusetts. She bought 2 bottles of personal lubricant, 3 boxes of nicarette gum, and a lipstick. Yes, I am really grateful I don't have those problems: pale lips, cigarettes, and being personally lubed.