Babyproofable

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Yeah, good thing the house is small, because I'm pretty sure we couldn't baby proof it if we tried. Every room has some climable, toppleable thing in it. Even her room is full of hazards, from her changing table to the glider.
To really drive it home, she has become bored with simply sitting on the couch and playing with toys while we work/watch TV/read. I've had to take my book/knitting into her room and sit in/guard the glider while she tried to find every spec of lint on the floor. (good to start cleaning habbits early)
The dog is taking it as well as can be expected. Now that she is crawling with her belly off the floor (at least 60% of the time and oh yeah, and pulling up on everything), the dog isn't sure if she should play, or run for her life. Sprout almost tried to chase the dog, and I think if she hadn't just been outside, she would have shit her pants. (the dog, Sprout does that all the time) It was a priceless canine expression of sheer terror.

If you want to see my terror, see the Flickr pictures...

Movin' and Groovin'

Monday, 11 February 2008

Since the Sprout is moving more and more all the time, we took advantage of the weekend to install some better gates. No more cheap plastic ones rested against doors, there soley to keep the dog out/in. In addition to the nifty top of the stairs gate we had already installed, we have one at the bottom of the stairs going up to the second floor, and one to the entrance to her room.

In a great bit of irony, she nose dived off the couch while we were working on the baby proofing.

I may need the worst mother of the year award, since I was right there not more than a few feet from her when it happened.

In other good news, she's back up to pre-sick weight, and is chowing down every chance she gets. In fact, today, she tried to take a bite of my nipple. Little canibal.

Gush...

Thursday, 7 February 2008

Forgive the momness of this.

I saw her scoot! For a stinkin' puff! Ajd got her to do it before I got home, after he saw her lustily eyeing his trailmix. He put out three puffs, she scooted on her tummy. (commando crawl like) And then she did it for me, ate her puff, and scooted the rest of the way too me. She was cranky about doing it, but I'm sure when she figures out her new power, there will be less cranking and more gettin' in trouble.

There's no stopping her now...

Enough of the politics bullshit, lets get back to the kid stuff.

The Sprout is, I can safely say, other than a stuffy nose (welcome to the family), recovered. (oh yeah, there is that iron problem, but more on that later) She's eating good, sleeping good, and well, movin'.

I used to be able to set her down and maybe she would lean over to get a toy. If we were in her room, she'd scoot around and go for stuff but its only like a three foot square area. This morning, I sat her down at daycare while I put her bottles away, and she scooted off to play with something next to the mat. On her sheets at daycare, they say she scooted from the mat, to the door. Thats like 5 feet! Thats the open space in most of our rooms! Time to go get better gates.

In addition to the scooting, we're having an adventure with the iron suplements. Being a um... very regular person, I'm not used to having to deal with what to do if you're not so regular. So, we started feeding her prunes (pureed with other stuff). Apparently, she doesn't need them every day, in addition to the rest of her strictly fruit diet, because we had the opposite problem yesterday. Since we're on the fruit and iron diet (Vit. C helps with absorption) for the next month, we're going to have to figure out how to keep her... consistant, but not too consistant.

Caucussing - Part Two

Tuesday, 5 February 2008

Yeah, so, never seen turnout like this before.

And my dear darling Dems, they lack organization skills, paper, and a sharpie.

Me to guy I know from the bus: yeah, you guys need better organization. And signs.

Him: You know how many people usually show up for this. 40.

*yeah, there were like two hundred there, and the line was out the door*

They were expecting to not even START the actual caucus until 8. Since I had to feed the Sprout, I left. I would have almost liked to have stayed and nominated myself to help be party leadership, because I know to bring paper and sharpies, but you that would just be living up to my parents expectations.

I'm still a little bitchy about the whole organization/preparedness thing. Here is why. Party brass must have their heads up their ass, because how could you not know how popular this election is going to be, and how well the cantidates (one in particular, hello he filled T*rget Center) had done to get people passionate about things for the first time in a long time. Not to mention, high minority neighborhood, and they have more at stake than ever before and really feel that the process has something for them. I mean really, who doesn't bring paper, sharpies, and I forgot the last thing, tape, to any major people event.

I'm almost tempted to go back and run for something on a platform of paper, tape and goddamn sharpies.

Caucussing

Monday, 4 February 2008

*puts down soapbox*

Ok, so I feel the need to express myself politically. Can't help it, it was bred into me. It was also shoved down my throat repeatedly. Which is why I have nightmares about caucuses. I hate them. I hate the party brass stroking themselves and the rabble rousers making trouble, and everyone talking about how awesome their party is and how they're gonna change the world. (lots of reason to rebel as a downtrodden DFL farmer in the 80's)

I'm sure my big metro caucuses are going to be much better, but I'm afraid to go. I know I can walk in and vote for person I like and leave, but that means I can't vote for Stuart Smalley. And seriously, I think he'd do a good job. We need more cyni... I mean satirists in the Senate. There is also the issue of my needing to breastfeed at the event (I realize its odd to be worried about breastfeeding at a liberal thing, but I've got shy nipples and a curious kid). However, I can help make history. I really want to support the chance at the first female Prez ever (everyone else is doing it, why can't we. I mean really India, England... we suck), but I'm voting for the other guy... here comes the soapbox part, warned you didn't I... because for two thirds of my life, one of two families has had the top job, and I think a change will do you good.

Now don't worry, I'm not gonna try to change your mind and I won't be changing mine, but, I just couldn't talk about my fear of caucuses without talking about who I like and how it will get me over going to the damn thing.

*gets off soapbox*

Slipping backwards

Friday, 1 February 2008

Today's follow up apt. was not the "yay its all better" I was hoping for. Instead we got more weight loss (very close to where she was at her 6 mo), even lower hemoglobin, and a follow up again in month.

She's going to go on iron drops, which should back her up to last week. And we really need to try to get her weight up. The weight thing I am hoping is the result of dismal eating over the weekend and missed feeding on Monday. She eats as often and as much as she wants, and has been slowly working back up to pre-sick levels, but still hasn't really been there. It seriously doesn't help that she is now very distractable while eating. (ooo, look, daddy, I like him, I can say his name)

In any case, its just more stress I don't need on top of work stress. I'm having doubts about being a working mom I didn't expect and I can't afford. This post is going nowhere good, I'm stopping now.