Wednesday, November 30, 2011

A Big Wet Sloppy Kiss From Yours Truly

I am completely overwhelmed by the warm thoughts and wonderful support everyone has been giving me.

You all remind me how truly blessed I am and no matter how many years have passed or how many miles are between me and you, you are still there for me.

Maybe it is the connection of being a parent that brings people together.  I don't know.

But I do know that I'm finally crying tears of joy, knowing that little Grace and I have a support system all over the good ol' U.S.

Thank you very much for taking the time to comment on my FB posts and read this little blog of mine.  And thank you for the advice.  I'll keep everyone up to date with progress.  :)


Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Beginner's Luck?

Grace finally got her four month vaccinations yesterday, almost one month late.  The delay was due to her respiratory issues; the pediatrician decided she was finally ready to get those shots.

I cried with her.  Solidarity, my child!

Before the dreaded four shot punch in her adorable little hamhocks, we discussed a great many  things, like introducing solids, the merits of an exersaucer, and (to my surprise) sleep habits.

It started out as a conversation about Grace's inability TO SURVIVE without me in the room, if not holding onto her for constant snuggles.  Not that I blame her, for I do enjoy a good snuggle myself.  But it turned into a discussion about her seemingly inability to fall asleep without me.

There are two schools of thought on the subject of babies and getting them to sleep:
1. Don't let them cry.
2. Let them cry.

I have friends in both camps.  My pediatrician is a #2 (and not in an awesome way).

I winced when she suggested I should just pop her in her crib when she's tired and let 'er rip.  Grace is good for at least of 20 minutes of unabashed, can't breathe, beet red in the face screaming on the occasional car trip.

When I asked whether or not letting her cry it out would be psychologically damaging, she countered that her need for me to fall asleep could also be damaging.  So I decided to try it last night, and maybe visit the library in the morning for books on both approaches.


6 p.m.: Bath.  Then 4 ounces of formula.  She's still wide awake when I put her in her crib with some lullaby music.

I walk away.

I brace myself.


Nothing.  Not a peep.  I hold out for 15 minutes before I check on her, and sure enough the kid is sound asleep.


Beginner's luck?

I'll take it.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Boat Full of Awesome

Today was full of Awesome*, and I mean that in my own way and not in any way like Merriam-Webster would have you believe, but my meaning is sort of tangental to the slang version of Awesome, in that Awesome means "very impressive."

My Awesome day started early with Grace.  She presented me with her first gift of Awesome in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, where I was fortunate to be removing all kinds of Awesome from her adorable little tush.  After I got her back to sleep by about 3:30, she slept in her swing and I in the chair in blissful non-Awesomeness until 6:45.  When I got her up 15 minutes later, I was again stunned by another display of Awesomeness.

On a somewhat related note, did you know we just started cloth diapering again?  Yes.  Yes we did.

Anyway, after a very long morning that was more figuratively Awesome rather than literally Awesome, I decided to go outside and collect the Awesomeness that our two large labs leave for us.  Since we leave the Awesomeness for up to a week in the backyard, you could say that our yard was full of Awesome.  So there I am, collecting the Awesomeness, and I'm like a third done, and then I turn around and notice that Moose is expressing his supreme Awesomeness in an area that I just de-Awesomed!


Then I return to my beloved Grace who decided to celebrate an uncanny and frequent series of literal Awesomeness with an uncanny and frequent display of figurative Awesome behavior, which would only abate when she was entertained by me every 5 minutes before she would become Awesome once again.  In either sense.

It is now 8 pm, and my Grace has been asleep since...  sometime in the last hour.  I don't even know.

I confess: while I'm utterly exhausted and even though I may have cried once or twice today due to being a tad overwhelmed, her smile could still melt my heart.  Moose's wonderful nuzzling can make my day.

No one told me this was going to be an easy job, especially when you add the two labs and an old cat into the mix.  But I know I can go to sleep thoroughly, wonderfully spent.

Or... thoroughly Awesomed.


Monday, November 21, 2011

First Monday

It is almost quarter after six in the morning and I expect Dave to be stirring any second now.  I've been up for about an hour.  Grace slept from 8-5 with one binky emergency at 10pm, which is in stark contrast to Saturday night's insanity where we were trying to get her down until midnight.  And she was up again at 3 and I think at 6....

And she's sleeping in her swing.

So I find myself with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in a quiet house, waiting for a load of laundry to dewrinkle, and enough time to contemplate this new lot in life.

The calm before the storm, I'm sure.

Anyway, I'm feeling good about this choice.  A co-worker told me on Friday that she was proud of me and Dave, for taking this leap into stay-at-home motherhood; she told me she fought hard back in the day to make this choice possible.  But not just MY choice, but OUR choice.  Feminists fought for not just a woman's right to choose the home or the workplace, but also for men to choose as well.  We chose this lot in life, and every single couple out there also makes that same choice.  Choosing to have both parents work is not a good or bad choice, and neither is choosing to have one stay at home.  It's simply a choice people make that is unique to every family.

We thought sending her to daycare was the best choice for us.  Luckily, when we realized we chose incorrectly for our family, we had the means to have me stay at home.  Is it strange for me, working my entire life?  Yes.  It will definitely take a period of adjustment.

But I think we'll be just fine.  :)

Mulsoff Girls Unite!

P.S.  Grace seems to be doing better.  We are still battling a fever that won't quit, but she's starting to smile and play again.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Burp After Feeding

Not just the name of this new blog, folks, but words to live by if you are a parent of a baby.  Because if you don't, all hell will bust loose in a couple of hours as your child/charge screams bloody murder trying to get it out the other end.  Or maybe that is just our luck.

How is that for an opener?

This blog will contain the bulk of the Domestic Goddessness, including adventures in parenting, budgeting, cleaning, and cooking.  Home Grown Nibbles will primarily focus on the gardening hobby and a bit of cooking.  The main blog will remain the Nexus of News for all things Chateau del Mulsoff, like Grace's first steps, Moose and Hailey antics, travels, visitors, etc.

I hope to update everyone regularly, through at least one of the blogs.  I make no promises about not using cheesy cliches about motherhood, parenting, or the like.  I fully expect that I will drive people nuts with the "boy, she really is growing up faster than I realized!" and "oh, it's the most rewarding job in the world."  So if you aren't into the whole stay-at-home mom gig, that's why there are two other blogs for your reading pleasure. 

So, my last day at my current job is on Friday...almost 2 years writing permits is coming to an end.  While I'm sad about leaving my co-workers and such a cool job (oh hush, writing permits is more awesome than you could possibly know...), I'm extremely excited about spending oodles of time with my wee Grace and this time mostly when she's not hacking up a lung due to pneumonia.

Stay tuned for more thrilling entries on Burp After Feeding!