Thursday, September 30, 2010

you are infinite.

Said my Yogi this evening. That's a lot of pressure coming from a tea bag, no? ::middle school boy giggling here::

I suppose once I get rid of this scratchy throat, I'll take infinite by the horns.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

We've got a talker

At 12 weeks it hardly feels like we've got a newborn anymore. When are infants considered infants, anyway? Deuce is a full fledged baby now. Holding her head up, talking back, thing we know she'll be applying to college. The weeks have flown by.


Acid reflux - which seems to be a milder case compared to others I've talked to - aside she is a really happy baby. The choking episodes in the middle of the night scare the shit out of me but thankfully those are fewer and farther between. Sleeping well enough that I feel somewhat human in the morning and all around smiley-puss. Love every little cell on her bitty body.

She certainly likes to chat it up, so much so the coos start from her toes and work up. 20 seconds of cuteness right here:

working it from the toes from jaugs on Vimeo.

I'm in serious love.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

4 is exponentially better than two.

Last week my darling 2.5 year old was doing what nosy 2.5 year olds do. I walked into our bedroom to blue and tan sand spewed across the wood floor. You know, the tiny fine grained wedding sand-kind.


I gasped.

And then I whispered, "Oh babydoll, this is not good." Her eyes got big and she welled up...I had no idea a whisper could be so powerful.

This sandy vase has survived 3 moves in four years completely unscathed. Not even an indentation in the smooth top surface. It has been sitting on our bedside table for nearly the last two untouched by baby chub fingers. Shockingly flawless. It is only fitting that my bitty got her grimy paws in the sand just days before our anniversary.

I wasn't sure to laugh or well up myself. Laugh, of course, because why we would naively think that a vase would survive at baby height? Or cry because after all it was OUR WEDDING sand. You know when the glorious Don Johnson so poetically said that the colored sand made us one. It was all about us.

I called the hubs as I was vacuuming the scattered sand. There was just a handful of silent seconds that had passed before he said exactly what I was thinking and we laughed together. This is why we work.

It is all about us. Us is now four.

I think the vase is even more beautiful now.
Happy anniversary to my loves. 4 is exponentially better than two.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

smiley saturday

hope you have a great weekend!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

love yous

I was able to hold a sweet brand new baby boy this week, in fact he was only 1oz shy in measurements than Deuce. It wasn't until I was cradling him in the hospital did I realize my baby girl is not a newborn anymore. In a mere 10 weeks she has head control, smiles and talks back to me. Life is a crazy beautiful thing. Mind blowing, in fact.

Deuce is a talker. I have a feeling it won't take long for her to hold her own against her big sister.

love yous from jaugs on Vimeo.

Friday, September 10, 2010

lesson learned

Take a lesson from my mistake. Don't take your 2.5 year old to the pediatrician's office and tell her that we're just going for little sister.

Deuce had her 2 month well check. All is great! We were able to say yes to all the milestone questions asked and growth is on track. Thank you AR for giving her an edge on her superbaby neck strength.

I mentioned F's overnight potty training to the doc, which may or may not have led to the downfall of her (up to that point) pleasant morning.

I was signing off on Deuce's vaccines and the doc suggested F get her flu shot, you know, since we were here already....and with that her morning went South. Quickly. The nurse came in to administer the shots, starting with F. I held her in my arms and the nurse swabbed her arm. She turned and gazed in my eyes and all I saw was Mommy, WTF are you doing to me?!?!?! You promised, this is Baby Deuce's appointment only. The nurse swiftly poked her upper arm and said it was all done. It took nearly 3 Mississippis before the crocodile tears and yelps started. The red creeped up into her big ol' cheeks.

I felt awful for a a handful of seconds. Why only a handful, you ask? Because through her tears she managed to squeak out, now it's Baby Deuce's turn!

Just like that. Tit for tat.

She's only two and a half.

And she wouldn't let me put her down to help the babe. I had one hand on the baby and a teary 27 pounder on my hip. If it was 2005, I could have been Southwest's next Wanna Get Away commercial. And I would have been happy to hop on a plane and leave two shrieking girls at the doc's office for a bit. At least I know they'd be in good hands.

Deuce took the shots like a baby. I mean, what else could she do? All she wanted to do was be held and kissed. Naturally, I put down the kid and picked the baby. The nurse looked at me with pity in her eyes. It was an I'm so sorry you have to deal with this but I think I hear my name being called through the PA and I've gots to go. She handed the kid a princess sticker as a consolation prize and bolted out the door.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the entire scenario. Seriously. I put myself on the wall looking at the scene, I'd be laughing if it wasn't me in there. What a train-wreck! So what did I do? I whipped out my phone to snap a pic to illustrate. I needed to open this pic later to appreciate my morning later like when I'm in the office and wishing I was at home instead. After all, the grass is always greener.

Please note the lavender blankie tossed to the wayside, the princess sticker nearly put into the trashcan - the exact sticker she had been requesting since we parked the car at the office building - the tomato red face from screaming so hard. Ahh, it's moments like this I savor.

Moral of the story: It's a much safer bet to leave the kid at home propped up with a cup of juice and babysitter, the Disney channel. No unexpected shots and tears will be had.*

*For the record, the moral is for entertainment purposes only. In no way do I condone leaving kids home alone. Or the Disney Channel for that matter.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Treats & Pics

Labor Day weekend prompted some good times with great peeps.

Thankfully for Fal, her favorite friend, Kristeeena, joined us with a special popsicle and camera in hand. She surely knows how to make my little girl's beauty sing, doesn't she?

If you could have seen this ensemble in full effect...think, white & black polka dots and striped swimsuit, pink bicycle helmet and red Greek slippers. She has a mind of her own, that child of mine.



Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Deuce: Watch Me Grow - 2 Months


Look how happy she is that she perfectly coordinates with her BG 3.0s. :)

Saturday, September 4, 2010

7 weeks to a smile.

Although she's pushing 2 months, pretend I'm punctual and this is 10 days ago...

The crappiest thing about reflux is it plays tricks with a tired mama's emotions. We have fabulous days (sometimes a few in a row) and I'll merely think to myself, gosh, she's doing great! And we'll be greeted by spit up and fuss for the next 36 hours. I can't imagine how it feels to have reflux but I can imagine it's pretty damn shitty to be in pain and unable to express in words what exactly the problem is.

Thankfully, Deuce is a kick-ass kid and generally a happy baby otherwise. How could she not be though? She has a really cool sister to look up to.

This is the best way to start a morning after a rough night of reflux fighting. Her first FOR REAL smiles caught on camera.
Working on it.
Get your arms and legs into it.

.......and since then we've seen many more emerge. In my totally unbiased opinion, she is a perfect little doll.
Whoopsie, Ma. I'm not that strong yet.

Friday, September 3, 2010

lunch + duckies

Assuming good company is a given, the best part about lunching with Grandma are the duckies. I guess it works out because a stroll around the (man-made) lake is necessary to work off the high calorie taco from Rubios. Grilled Portobello & Poblano, I'm looking at you.

Duckies need to eat.

...did I mention she's ambidextrous?
well, she is.

I told her if she caught one, we could take 'er home.

catcha duckie from jaugs on Vimeo.

Thankfully, she didn't make me go back on that promise.
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