I'm in the process of overhauling our apartment, which isn't super duper easy with a 4 month old who gets very jealous of things like, say, home projects that could distract me from smiling at her every waking moment. I think she sensed the urgency of my desire to work on this, and she retaliated by being clingy and refusing to nap well. Despite her best efforts, I accomplished much.
There is still MUCH more to be accomplished.
Oh, and, pat-myself-on-the-back moment: I was pretty tired of her incessant clingy-ness and refusal to sleep by early evening (her eyes were so red with fatigue...poor baby), so I finally stopped trying to juggle her (the holding and the cuddling and the kissing and the seemingly never-ending feeding) and what I was wanting to get done, so I changed us into our swimsuits (with her crying all the while) and we went to the swimming pool (where she rarely cries). After a good 15 minutes of pool fun and Float Training, she was dooooooone and just as worn out as I had hoped for. I put that sleepy baby in her jammies, fed her, and laid her unconscious hiney in bed for the next 4ish hours. I didn't let her sleep as long as she wanted this time. I woke her around 10:00 and let her Aunt Julie entertain her for about an hour before actually putting her to bed.
And, while I'm on the train of digressing thoughts, just so you know, her Float Training is going splendidly. She is incredibly trusting, and after a few minutes of being in the pool, coupled with intermittent sessions of fully supported floating, she will support her entire body with nothing but my hand holding her head.
I have dunked her 3 times in the last couple of weeks (a really quick down-up). The first time, she cried. The second time, she sputtered. Today, she fussed and sputtered. She really wanted to cry (and did for a second), but I showered her with so many kisses, comfort, and good jobs that she chilled out fairly quickly and just wanted to be held close for a minute. I treat her about the same as I do for her fussy diaper changes. I guess Momma's kiss is magical.
Sorry for such a rambling post...
Friday, May 31, 2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Some things don't make sense
1. Baby and I went to church with Daddy tonight, just because we could. I'm tired of missing him when he is away.
2. I have been wearing my undershirt wrong side out all evening, apparently. Good thing I didn't take my shirt off in front of anybody, or that could have been embarrassing.
3. I. love. our. stroller. I honestly wasn't worried about ever having one, because I really didn't think that I would use it enough to justify the cost. Pssshhawww. I use it so much! Going on walks, for one thing. Running errands, especially at the store (ANY store), for another. Oh my goodness. It is worth the hassle of wrastling that thing in and out of the trunk. Yesterday I had to make 3 stops before returning home, and despite the fact that she was (seemingly) wide awake for the first stop, she slept quite peacefully for the remainder of our outings despite her being taken from and replaced into the car several times. I used to hate running errands (still do, actually, but it isn't her fault) because she is so heavy/cranky/hungry about it, but now I can hate it for the simple reason that I hate running errands. Life is glorious.
4. I got me a water bottle from Wal-Mart that holds a bajillion ounces. It has made consuming water so much simpler for me, and much less of a burden. My health and my improved milk supply are reaping the benefits.
5. I am constantly amazed at my bladder's capacity to hold pee compared to when I was pregnant. There is an enormous difference.
6. I took a box of diapers that I received at my shower to Wal-Mart yesterday to see if they would trade it for the brand that I wanted. They did. Turns out my gift box was in their system, so I lucked out: 72 count box of Huggies ($15.00) traded in for a 96 count box of Luvs ($15.96). It was worth paying $1.05 for 24 extra diapers.
Btw, I hate Huggies. I always thought it was a myth that moms could be so picky about which brand their kid wears. It isn't. Huggies smell weird and they fit her toosh all wrong. And they are sthuper e'spensthive. Love me some Luvs.
7. TV shows have ended for the summer. I am in mourning.
8. The Office is over. I am in semi-mourning, but we haven't watched the finale yet, so I refuse to officially acknowledge it's ending to my heart. As long as I don't watch it, it isn't really over, right?? Right.
9. Promised Land milk sells this Peaches and Cream flavor. Little Sister Julie told me about it yesterday, so I splurged today so that Mr. Hottie and I could taste it. She was right about it. IT'S DELICIOUS.
10. My list of things that I want to be when I grow up is longer now that I am grown up than it ever was in the preliminary planning stages of middle school. Being a mom is obviously numero uno, but there are other things such as: cosmetologist (this actually was my #1 when I was in middle school...I have always wanted to do hair, and it is honestly a regret that I went to college for a pointless degree that I don't use when I could have spent half the time in hair school and have a useful trade with significantly less debt....way to go, 18 year old Emily). Lactation consultant. Doula. Social worker. I know I'm forgetting one, but whatever. You get the idea. Why couldn't I have forseen my future and anticipated how my interests would evolve?? I should have been psychic. Way to fail, 18 year old Emily, way to fail.
;-)
11. The theme song from Star Trek: Voyager is in my head. Again, I've been converted against my will to the dark side of nerdy. Now why can't I convert him to the dark side of girly sap flicks?
12. I laughed a lot watching this video.
2. I have been wearing my undershirt wrong side out all evening, apparently. Good thing I didn't take my shirt off in front of anybody, or that could have been embarrassing.
3. I. love. our. stroller. I honestly wasn't worried about ever having one, because I really didn't think that I would use it enough to justify the cost. Pssshhawww. I use it so much! Going on walks, for one thing. Running errands, especially at the store (ANY store), for another. Oh my goodness. It is worth the hassle of wrastling that thing in and out of the trunk. Yesterday I had to make 3 stops before returning home, and despite the fact that she was (seemingly) wide awake for the first stop, she slept quite peacefully for the remainder of our outings despite her being taken from and replaced into the car several times. I used to hate running errands (still do, actually, but it isn't her fault) because she is so heavy/cranky/hungry about it, but now I can hate it for the simple reason that I hate running errands. Life is glorious.
4. I got me a water bottle from Wal-Mart that holds a bajillion ounces. It has made consuming water so much simpler for me, and much less of a burden. My health and my improved milk supply are reaping the benefits.
5. I am constantly amazed at my bladder's capacity to hold pee compared to when I was pregnant. There is an enormous difference.
6. I took a box of diapers that I received at my shower to Wal-Mart yesterday to see if they would trade it for the brand that I wanted. They did. Turns out my gift box was in their system, so I lucked out: 72 count box of Huggies ($15.00) traded in for a 96 count box of Luvs ($15.96). It was worth paying $1.05 for 24 extra diapers.
Btw, I hate Huggies. I always thought it was a myth that moms could be so picky about which brand their kid wears. It isn't. Huggies smell weird and they fit her toosh all wrong. And they are sthuper e'spensthive. Love me some Luvs.
7. TV shows have ended for the summer. I am in mourning.
8. The Office is over. I am in semi-mourning, but we haven't watched the finale yet, so I refuse to officially acknowledge it's ending to my heart. As long as I don't watch it, it isn't really over, right?? Right.
9. Promised Land milk sells this Peaches and Cream flavor. Little Sister Julie told me about it yesterday, so I splurged today so that Mr. Hottie and I could taste it. She was right about it. IT'S DELICIOUS.
10. My list of things that I want to be when I grow up is longer now that I am grown up than it ever was in the preliminary planning stages of middle school. Being a mom is obviously numero uno, but there are other things such as: cosmetologist (this actually was my #1 when I was in middle school...I have always wanted to do hair, and it is honestly a regret that I went to college for a pointless degree that I don't use when I could have spent half the time in hair school and have a useful trade with significantly less debt....way to go, 18 year old Emily). Lactation consultant. Doula. Social worker. I know I'm forgetting one, but whatever. You get the idea. Why couldn't I have forseen my future and anticipated how my interests would evolve?? I should have been psychic. Way to fail, 18 year old Emily, way to fail.
;-)
11. The theme song from Star Trek: Voyager is in my head. Again, I've been converted against my will to the dark side of nerdy. Now why can't I convert him to the dark side of girly sap flicks?
12. I laughed a lot watching this video.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Baby hazards
I suppose it is time to start buckling her into this chair a little more religiously. She has a real knack for wriggling herself further and further down.
By the way, the picture is super dark because there were no lights in the room except for the TV. Yes, she got to watch TV in the middle of the night tonight when I had business to attend to. She was obviously really into it ;-)
Friday, May 24, 2013
Cabin fevah'
I've got cabin fever.
I know, I know...I bragged in a previous post about how I spend so much time outside, blah blah blah.
It isn't from being inside. It's from staying in one location for too long. A level of stasis, if you will.
I want to GO somewhere. Not to the pool, not to the park. I guess I want to get out and just go.
To be honest, I've never been all that spontaneous, but I am feeling a serious itch. There was a time when I would go visit my sister in San Antonio several times a year. That hasn't happened in several years (mostly due to the fact that driving has become a big ol' sleeping pill for this missus, and 5 hours kicks my toosh in a hurry!). Occasionally, those were spontaneous trips.
And I'm sorry California family....going there didn't quite count, as far as this itch is concerned. I need to drive somewhere. The only real driving part of going to CA is to Houston, and not a pretty part of it either =)
If we weren't so dadgummed poor, and if it didn't mean being stuck in traffic come Monday afternoon, I would say we should have planned to go to San Antonio this weekend. However, we are that po', and having done the SA trip on a Labor Day weekend.... let's just say I learned my lesson.
It also doesn't help that I am so tired. I'm not letting myself take a nap because "I have so many things I need to do", but then I don't really have the energy to do much but sit here and daydream about sleeping.
On that note, Emma has woken herself more and more recently by rolling over in her sleep. It's super cute.
And super annoying.
How is it that some of my favorite behaviors of hers are also my least favorite?
Anyway, guess who summoned the Momma a little before 5:30 this morning? And then ate for almost an hour straight? Around 6:30 I zombie-walked back to bed with her and placed her in Darren's vacated spot. I then attempted to sleep while she hung out, grunting, scooting and talking to herself, for what felt like forever. She even fussed a bit, but eventually she settled down and let mommy sleep until 9:30 (all except those times she would wake up enough to whine about it...like when she scooted into my hand. I woke up to her slapping and trying to grab it--so cute).
I'm extremely tired.
I am pretty sure that, baby willing, Darren and I will be sleeping all weekend. Yay, Memorial Day!
I know, I know...I bragged in a previous post about how I spend so much time outside, blah blah blah.
It isn't from being inside. It's from staying in one location for too long. A level of stasis, if you will.
I want to GO somewhere. Not to the pool, not to the park. I guess I want to get out and just go.
To be honest, I've never been all that spontaneous, but I am feeling a serious itch. There was a time when I would go visit my sister in San Antonio several times a year. That hasn't happened in several years (mostly due to the fact that driving has become a big ol' sleeping pill for this missus, and 5 hours kicks my toosh in a hurry!). Occasionally, those were spontaneous trips.
And I'm sorry California family....going there didn't quite count, as far as this itch is concerned. I need to drive somewhere. The only real driving part of going to CA is to Houston, and not a pretty part of it either =)
If we weren't so dadgummed poor, and if it didn't mean being stuck in traffic come Monday afternoon, I would say we should have planned to go to San Antonio this weekend. However, we are that po', and having done the SA trip on a Labor Day weekend.... let's just say I learned my lesson.
It also doesn't help that I am so tired. I'm not letting myself take a nap because "I have so many things I need to do", but then I don't really have the energy to do much but sit here and daydream about sleeping.
On that note, Emma has woken herself more and more recently by rolling over in her sleep. It's super cute.
And super annoying.
How is it that some of my favorite behaviors of hers are also my least favorite?
Anyway, guess who summoned the Momma a little before 5:30 this morning? And then ate for almost an hour straight? Around 6:30 I zombie-walked back to bed with her and placed her in Darren's vacated spot. I then attempted to sleep while she hung out, grunting, scooting and talking to herself, for what felt like forever. She even fussed a bit, but eventually she settled down and let mommy sleep until 9:30 (all except those times she would wake up enough to whine about it...like when she scooted into my hand. I woke up to her slapping and trying to grab it--so cute).
I'm extremely tired.
I am pretty sure that, baby willing, Darren and I will be sleeping all weekend. Yay, Memorial Day!
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Almost forgot!
Oh yeah! I almost forgot to mention that I have been dealing with mastitis this week. Yes. I have basically joined the ranks of suffering mothers everywhere.
Mastitis is no laughing matter.
For your edification, I will include an excerpt from a Jeter family email from this week so that I don't have to type it all. I am so proud of surviving that I want to share it all! Muahaha.
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Mastitis is no laughing matter.
For your edification, I will include an excerpt from a Jeter family email from this week so that I don't have to type it all. I am so proud of surviving that I want to share it all! Muahaha.
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I've always heard that mastitis is horrible, but I figured it was a tolerable horrible. NOTHING TOLERABLE ABOUT IT. I knew it was a severe thing, but it didn't dawn on my how serious a foe it is until I realized that on all my mommy Facebook groups, which are mostly inhabited by super hippy, crunchy moms who will try just about every alternative remedy for nearly any issue before resorting to anything that Western medicine has to offer, nobody messes around with it. The minute somebody posts that they think they have mastitis, the answer across the board is to get to the doctor and get treated. One of my friends even told me today that if she could have a redo of her first bout with it, she would not have hesitated to go to the doctor for antibiotics. Instead, she self-treated for a week, and then was admitted to the hospital needing more medicine than what she would have received had she originally seen the doctor.
Noted.
I felt a hundred times better after my first dose of meds, and a million times better by this morning [Tuesday morning]. Still not 100%, but I'm not really worried about it anymore. I no longer feel like I am dying, and I am continuing to treat it, so I don't expect any regression. I never actually ran fever, but just about every other symptom played out with an ugly vengeance... I am fairly convinced that if I had experienced this within the first two weeks post partum, I would have given up and this little girl would live on donor milk or formula. I can see how it would be verrrrry discouraging to a new mom!
If the mastitis stuff is TMI, I hope you get over it. I'm still not certain about most breastfeeding etiquette, but, basically, if I'd be comfortable enough talking about it in Mom's kitchen with you people milling about, then I'm okay with mentioning it in this letter. If it bothers you, then I encourage you to Google the symptoms and take a moment to appreciate every single mother since the beginning of time. And, if you're feeling generous, an extra moment to sympathize for the ladies in your family...specifically me ;-)
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Anyway, that's it. I guess I am proud that I finally had a breastfeeding issue. Things have gone more or less perfectly since Day 1, so having a blemish on that perfect record makes me feel less lame whenever other moms try to commiserate with me about breastfeeding woes. Now I have one under my belt. Hooray!
That being said, I NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER want to experience anything like that EVER again.
I would venture to say it is the worst pain I have ever experienced. You may ask, "You mean even worse than labor?".
To that I say: Apples and oranges, my friend. Apples and oranges.
To that I say: Apples and oranges, my friend. Apples and oranges.
Tidbits. Lots of 'em.
1. Wonder Baby has become less of a Wonder Baby over the last few days...she is reeeally fighting naps and bedtime. She has figured out the dramatic, "Oh Mom, how COULD you?!" cry. Like there isn't a soul in the world who loves her. It's a little heart-wrenching.
2. I'm pretty sure I've communicated with Darren more via text than in person this week, what with drill, and then work, and then school and church obligations. Bother.
3. That being said, we have new neighbors who are also in our ward. They kept Emma tonight so that we could go on a date (50 cent corndogs at Sonic, anybody??). We ate corndogs and went swimming. It was lovely.
4. I'm entertaining ideas of further schooling/vocational training. I must be crazy.
5. On that note, I'd be more willing to do it if I had a non-creepy nanny who was willing to work for the pure joy of serving me and caring for my child.
6. I could never leave my kid that much.
7. Online options it is ;-)
8. Emma loves swimming with her daddy.
2. I'm pretty sure I've communicated with Darren more via text than in person this week, what with drill, and then work, and then school and church obligations. Bother.
3. That being said, we have new neighbors who are also in our ward. They kept Emma tonight so that we could go on a date (50 cent corndogs at Sonic, anybody??). We ate corndogs and went swimming. It was lovely.
4. I'm entertaining ideas of further schooling/vocational training. I must be crazy.
5. On that note, I'd be more willing to do it if I had a non-creepy nanny who was willing to work for the pure joy of serving me and caring for my child.
6. I could never leave my kid that much.
7. Online options it is ;-)
8. Emma loves swimming with her daddy.
9. Doesn't this just make you happy?
10. This makes ME happy. They are so adorable. And they totally have the same hair color (though at the time his picture was taken, he had a bit more hair, so it's hard to compare here haha)
11. I think I may actually get a tan this summer. I spend so much more time outside than I have since I was a kid. I guess school and work really were the culprit all along! For as much time as we spend cooped up inside the apartment, we sure spend a lot of time outside each week. My farmer tan line will vouch for me.
12. I want my quaint little domestic life so badly, I can almost taste it. A house. A yard. A porch. A dog. Sigh...
13. Things I will gladly give up to acquire this dream? Apartment living. Rent. Nosy neighbors. Troll neighbors. Upstairs neighbors. Noisy neighbors. Apartment roaches. Parking lot parking.
14. Though I will be the first to admit that my appearance is certainly not always top notch (actually, most of the time, it isn't), I also admit that I have a weird, extra sense of self-confidence since having that baby--which makes NO sense whenever I look in the mirror and see funky saggy skin and stretch marks. Despite all that, I feel more beautiful than I ever have in my life. No sense. No sense at all.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
A little something
1. Whew! I feel like that was a marathon of posts. I wanted to include them all though, so I guess it was worth it. If you didn't notice yet, there are about a hundred new posts below this one...be sure to read them all.
2. I'm the mother of a 3 month old, and it is pretty awesome. All except the parts where I think I've got her figured out and then she throws a wrench in my scheme. For instance, she was awake and CLINGY the majority of yesterday afternoon and evening. And I just heard her cry....she is supposed to sleep for at least another two hours. Sigh....be back later, Mr. Blog Post...
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So, I'm back. And it is now Wednesday, very nearly Thursday. I started this post on Tuesday.
Sigh.
3. She wasn't clingy today. Hooray! I think it was either a growth spurt or tummy issues. Or both. She finally pooed last night for the first time in....a while. Let's hope she doesn't wait so long next time! She also didn't eat nonstop today, so that was kind of nice for me.
4. I finally had my epiphany about the book I want to write, but I'm not telling. All I know is that it is an idea I can commit to and actually get started on...as in, I have already begun. Yes, those are singing angels you hear.
5. My sis-in-law Stephanie got me hooked on Cake Boss while we were in California. Darren is none too pleased about my watching it, but I already feel like a master baker in my head. My kids are going to get the most kick-butt birthday cakes ever!
6. I made chocolate mousse out of avocados today. It was, in a word, yummy. I'm very pleased! Now I have a semi-healthy snack that can satisfy my sweet tooth in way less bites than a serving of ice cream. Booya!
7. I finished a BBC show on Netflix today called, Call the Midwife. I quite enjoyed it. It made me cry too much, however. While I realize that it isn't the show's fault (dang hormones), I'm still holding it responsible.
8. I did not realize having a kid would make me so vulnerable. I stumbled across a blog written by the mother of a recently deceased teenager. I had to stop reading it because all I could think was, "This could be me some day. This could be me tomorrow. This could be me.......ever". I have so much of her life to look forward to, and reading that thing made me think too much about the tragedies of life that we have no control over and possibilities that are too nauseating to even consider.
I didn't like it. It made me cry too. And I hate things that make me cry.
I said a prayer for that mother though. I'm not sure how she survives.
9. I have baby fever. Too soon! Thanks, Facebook Newsfeed, for bringing me at least 1400 pregnancy announcements this week. It was also kind of a "my bad" too since I went looking through Emma's newborn pictures and the hospital pictures. I feel like I'm more prepared for that stage to not be a whirlwind with the next one. Hopefully I can savor it better next time =)
10. I miss my baby. I'm going to be really irresponsible and get her out of bed to snuggle with me for a little while...
2. I'm the mother of a 3 month old, and it is pretty awesome. All except the parts where I think I've got her figured out and then she throws a wrench in my scheme. For instance, she was awake and CLINGY the majority of yesterday afternoon and evening. And I just heard her cry....she is supposed to sleep for at least another two hours. Sigh....be back later, Mr. Blog Post...
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So, I'm back. And it is now Wednesday, very nearly Thursday. I started this post on Tuesday.
Sigh.
3. She wasn't clingy today. Hooray! I think it was either a growth spurt or tummy issues. Or both. She finally pooed last night for the first time in....a while. Let's hope she doesn't wait so long next time! She also didn't eat nonstop today, so that was kind of nice for me.
4. I finally had my epiphany about the book I want to write, but I'm not telling. All I know is that it is an idea I can commit to and actually get started on...as in, I have already begun. Yes, those are singing angels you hear.
5. My sis-in-law Stephanie got me hooked on Cake Boss while we were in California. Darren is none too pleased about my watching it, but I already feel like a master baker in my head. My kids are going to get the most kick-butt birthday cakes ever!
6. I made chocolate mousse out of avocados today. It was, in a word, yummy. I'm very pleased! Now I have a semi-healthy snack that can satisfy my sweet tooth in way less bites than a serving of ice cream. Booya!
7. I finished a BBC show on Netflix today called, Call the Midwife. I quite enjoyed it. It made me cry too much, however. While I realize that it isn't the show's fault (dang hormones), I'm still holding it responsible.
8. I did not realize having a kid would make me so vulnerable. I stumbled across a blog written by the mother of a recently deceased teenager. I had to stop reading it because all I could think was, "This could be me some day. This could be me tomorrow. This could be me.......ever". I have so much of her life to look forward to, and reading that thing made me think too much about the tragedies of life that we have no control over and possibilities that are too nauseating to even consider.
I didn't like it. It made me cry too. And I hate things that make me cry.
I said a prayer for that mother though. I'm not sure how she survives.
9. I have baby fever. Too soon! Thanks, Facebook Newsfeed, for bringing me at least 1400 pregnancy announcements this week. It was also kind of a "my bad" too since I went looking through Emma's newborn pictures and the hospital pictures. I feel like I'm more prepared for that stage to not be a whirlwind with the next one. Hopefully I can savor it better next time =)
10. I miss my baby. I'm going to be really irresponsible and get her out of bed to snuggle with me for a little while...
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Blessing Day
Darren gave Emma her baby blessing on April 28, 2013 in Modesto, California.
It was very special and sweet.
Her Uncles Nicolas and David were able to come from Provo to participate, which I am so grateful for! I was more than happy to have her blessed where Darren's family could be there, but it meant a lot to have some representation from my family.
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| Uncle Nicolas, Momma, Wonder Baby, and Uncle David |
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| Aunt Jaymie, Daddio, and Baby |
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| Sappy picture of happy parents kissing contented infant? Nailed it. Not. |
Emma was blessed surrounded by her dad, her Grandpa Brown, and a whole host of uncles and great uncles who love her oh-so much. I jotted down some particulars of the blessing to keep in her baby book. I hope it will mean something to her one day and that she will read it and know the truth of the specific things with which she has been blessed.
She sure is a special spirit, and I am such a lucky lady to be her mother.
P.S. If you love her dress (and how could you not?), I purchased it from Joy on Etsy for a very reasonable price. She has so many beautiful, QUALITY, handmade items in her shop, and I received the dress like, literally 3 days after I placed my order. Take a look!
3 months
Our little Wonder Baby was 3 months old on May 2nd! Some descriptions of her third month:
- Smiling a lot
- Loving her mommy
- Tolerating her daddy better and better each day (won't be long before she adores him)
- Sleeping through the night
- Splashing in the bathtub like there is no tomorrow
- She no longer bathes with a towel folded underneath her since she kicks so much that it ends up at the opposite end of the tub from her
- Lots and lots and lots and lots....and lots of talking and cooing. She does this hilarious thing where she'll sneeze a few times, and just when you think another sneeze is coming she lets out a loud, and forced sounding, girly sigh.
- She is in size 3 diapers.
California, Baby!
We survived our trip to California! Baby was a champ in the airport and on the plane (but for a bit of fussing in our terminal), and as much as I would like to take credit for that, the truth is that she's just cool like that.
Emma, for being so lazy and awesome at being good ...and for not needing a diaper change during any leg of flight
Special thanks go to:
Jodi, the world's best flight attendant, for making our first flight with baby a raging success. If you must know, she did the following:
- Oogled over how cute Emma is, in a not creepy way
- Made sure that nobody sat on our row so that we could have those three seats to ourselves
- Gave us a "My First Flight" certificate for Emma's baby book that included the flight and the attendants' and the captain's names.
- Stopped by every once in a while to hold the Emma or just make her smile
- Helped me feel confident that the flight would be a good experience just by being there, being awesome, and treating us like champs
Emma, for being so lazy and awesome at being good ...and for not needing a diaper change during any leg of flight
My "girls", for being accessible at all times for my greedy little eater
Darren, for being THE BEST daddy/husband a woman could ask for on the plane. He handled everything and made sure that my only responsibility in the airport/plane was our baby
Dad, for driving us to the airport at that terribly early hour
Jaymie, for getting us from the airport in Oakland and chauffeuring us all over the place for the first day...and for taking us to the airport on our last day
Edward, for getting us from the airport in Houston when we returned home
Air travel is not my favorite (especially with a baby!), but it gets the job done way faster than the car, so it is still my preferred.
We took lots of pictures on our phones during the trip, most of which have made it to FB if you care to see them. This one is probably my favorite though, because she was so into watching out the window on the train, and you can see that in her expression. She really looks like she's taking it all in! Such a cutie.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
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