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November 2006

November 30, 2006

FINALLY, NaBloPoMo is OVER

Whew. And I did it. I did not miss a single fucking day, and I never cheated and had a pre-written post pop up on a day I didn't feel like blogging.

I think I may never be able to write a book cause I didn't really enjoy this much. That much writing is TOUGH. Although, I have to say, no one would be reading on a daily basis the scribblings that would go into a book, and maybe that makes it easier. Committing to writing every day for an audience is stressful, or at least it was for me (especially on weekends. I hated blogging on weekends). You guys have all been so awesome to me, and helped me so much, that I didn't want to disappoint with a shitty or average blog post. Although I know I did write some pretty average entries. But while I don't feel that my best post occurred during this month, I do think I will look back on this fondly when I see how many tiny, detailed memories of Tori got written down.

When I was younger and partying on a regular basis, I made a habit of jotting down daily details (mostly so I could remember once I was no longer in blackout--heh). I have several years worth of calendars with entries like this: "Worked. Came home, made dinner, then when to McGlinchey's. Saw Dave, Tracy, Barry and Clint. Flirted with Bill. Got drunk, came home, crashed."

This month's blog entries were a lot like that. But I love those old calendars, and I'm sure I'll treasure this months entries. But forgive me if I take a few days off now.

But I'll leave you with photos (including the full Santa set--those of you that will get a Christmas card from me will just have to act surprised, m'kay?). And private note to Tanya in Ontario: thank you so much...you'll see some photos of Tori with your gifts. Oh, and just for the record--clearly, "Opal" is the bunny.

November 29, 2006

That Time Of Year

Since I worked on Black Friday I got to take today off. Charlie and I had a bunch of things to do: take Hammer, The Best Dog Ever TM, to the vet (he's fine--no permanent damage, and his limp is almost gone); and work a bit on Charlie's mom's condo (brought some cool stuff back to the house, like a green Wedgwood bowl and Charlie's silver baby brush and comb).

That put us right near one of the largest malls in the world, so we decided to take Tori to see Santa. We'd seen this mall's Santa on the news the other day and knew he was pretty cool looking (real beard!), so we were pretty excited. OK, I was excited. Charlie hates malls.

Turns out Wednesday at 3:30pm is the PERFECT time to go to the mall. Not crowded a bit, and NO LINE for Santa. We were in an out of there in ten minutes.

Tori thought he was pretty awesome. More photos to come tomorrow.

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November 28, 2006

Light 'Em Up

So, apparently, I could have prevented preeclampsia by smoking.

Good to know.

That is all for today. Too busy responding to all the comments from the last post. Heh.

November 27, 2006

Feed That Baby

So, here we are, several days into Tori's new life with solid foods (of a sort. Does anyone really feel like rice cereal is solid?). Yeah! So far so good. She loves the rice cereal mixed with breast milk. She prefers it thick--more like pudding than gruel--and will eat, oh, a tablespoon or two at a time. She's been eating it twice a day (well, she did with me. Charlie feeding her didn't go so well the first time. But he's never fed a baby before. God bless all those years of babysitting I did). Other than pooping more often (yeefuckingha), she's showing no other changes. Oh--except for the first 24 hours she did spit up a little more, but that's subsided (she hardly ever spits up, so that was unusual. And it was only twice, both times on clean shirts. Because why spit up on a dirty shirt?).

She enjoys eating, it appears (like mother like daughter, eh?) and we got to set up the fabulous high chair and use it (the Bumbo was fun for feeding her but she was too grabby with the spoon, and besides, we really don't want to encourage her to eat in front of the TV. And yes, we put the Bumbo on the coffee table. Don't you?). And we're going to go ahead and pretend she actually fits in the high chair and that we don't have to stuff towels on either side of her to keep her from listing like a drunk in her seat.

So I'm taking a look at various source (a book at home, and, of course, Google) about what other foods to try and when and HOLY SHIT does my head hurt now.

From what I've read, I've learned the following:

1. She shouldn't get anything other than rice cereal in the next eight days before she turns six months old (in fact, I've probably scarred her for life by introducing the cereal two weeks early). Then a magical fairy will descend from the heavens, wave a magic wand, and she'll be allowed to eat sweet potatoes. And bananas. AND DON'T MIX THE FOOD until the fairy appears (other than using breast milk to moisten the cereal). The majority of websites say this, although about a third say she could be eating all this stuff any time after four months.

2. After she's eight months old, she can eat squashes, any non-citrus fruits, and meat. Some websites say she can have yogurt at this point to, but most say OH MY FUCKING GOD DO NOT GIVE YOUR BABY COW MILK!!! UNTIL AT LEAST A YEAR OLD!!! OR SOMETHING REALLY BAD WILL HAPPEN!!!!!

3. Sometime between eight and ten months old, she can start eating finger food. One website recommended giving her crackers while she's teething, but most websites say the same thing about wheat that they do about milk. Only a little louder. After ten months, she can eat potatoes and legumes. Some folks also say you can start offering cheese at that point, but see #2.

4. After ten months, fish can be introduced (do you think they offer a baby food version of bagels and lox? OK, kidding, kidding. I know she could only have whitefish). And tomatoes. Maybe some pasta, but see #3 and #2 about the whole wheat thing.

5. Under no circumstances is she allowed to have peanuts or egg whites until she gets her driver's license, and then only if NO OTHER FOOD IS AVAILABLE ON THE ENTIRE PLANET.

Do you feel better informed? Cause I don't. I feel fucking confused as shit. I understand some of this stuff is about food allergies and that makes good sense. I don't want to fuck around there (especially after Jo-Ann's recent experience). Some of the sites say that you shouldn't eat peanuts at all, even while you are pregnant and/or breastfeeding. If that's true, Tori is well and truly screwed because I've eaten a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich at least twice a week for years now. Sigh.

Anyway. So, I'd love to hear about your experiences introducing solids. Please try to only relate your experience. Do not delve into advice. I beg you. Plead with you. And do NOT tell other commentors that they screwed up and gave something bad to their kids. Pretty please with a non-allergenic cherry on top. No one needs that, right?

November 26, 2006

Holidaze

I actually love this time of year. I love Christmas terribly--the lights, the hokey television specials, the gift buying-wrapping-giving, all of it. I love cooking, I love having everyone to my house. Even though I work in "retail" (it's not real retail--it's retail lite), I just adore this time of year.

Except that it gets dark so fucking early.

I remember reading a short story by Pam Houston where she traveled to the an area of the Amazon right on the equator where it's light twelve hours a day, 365 days a year. Her native guide thought she was making it up that it got darker during the winter in the rest of the world.

I would love to live somewhere like that. I don't mind the cold, I actually love snow something fierce, but I hate the fact that we only get nine hours of daylight. It's only 5:30 and it's already pitch dark. And as Sarah said the other day, not only does it get dark so early but there's almost no preamble; one moment it's bright, then BOOM, darkness reigns.

Charlie and I got sober on the darkest day of the year--December 21, the winter solstice. I never minded, by the way, the early darkness when I was drinking. Dark at 5pm just meant I didn't have to feel bad about getting started.

I console myself with thoughts of summer; right now I'm trying to figure out a way we can canoe with Tori on our first camping trip next year (she should just be toddling about next summer, ready to fall into the fire pit) (I'm only saying that to drive Charlie crazy, by the way). I also remind myself--as Pam Houston points out in that same story--that by Christmas, we get one extra minute of sunlight added to each day. It makes the long dark months bearable.

How do you make it through winter?

November 25, 2006

Good Things

Today was a really nice day, although it had a few bad moments. I slept late, which was lovely. Not so lovely was the migraine I woke up with. I got to try my new migraine medication, which worked great on the headache but left me in a hazy halo daze for a few hours afterwards, which is not as much fun as it sounds.

I could have easily spent the day lying on the couch not moving (and not eating--finally, a drug that makes me not want to eat. Even heroin didn't slow down my appetite). But Sarah called, and suggested going for a walk and we packed up the baby and the Bugaboo and off we went for a nice walk in the woods. Sadly, Hammer, The Best Dog Ever, couldn't come with us because he wrenched his leg last night. I'm really hoping he didn't rupture his cruciate again. Oh boy.

Anyway, it was a lovely walk. Then we all went to dinner which was rather an adventure.

I interrupt this happy post to bitch: what kind of stupid fucking Chinese restaurant doesn't allow you to sit at the one table they have when the place is COMPLETELY FUCKING EMPTY because someone might need that table to make a booth fit six people? I mean, seriously? What the fuck! They kept insisting we take a booth and put the baby in a highchair, which would be fine but she was having a fussy evening and would probably want to be held, which for this fat chick sucks ASS when in a booth. But they refused to give us the table. I mean, NO ONE was in the restaurant. It was 5:30 for fuck's sake. So we left. Bastards.

After we dropped Sarah and her daughter at home, we popped into a bookstore and bought some books (all vampires! all the time! I've just discovered the Darkyn series, which rocks, and Laurell K. Hamilton has a new Anita Blake book out! OK, it came out in March but I didn't know. Yee ha!). I try to avoid buying books, although I love doing so, because I do have a library card (two, actually--one for the city and one for the suburbs). So it was a rare treat to go buy some books.

Then I came home and have spent the evening reading and listening to the new antique radio Charlie bought for our living room. It's funny, but the radio 15 feet away in the kitchen doesn't get turned on nearly as much. It's really nice not having the television on.

Tori's just gone to sleep in her awesome pink prison-striped pajamas (that I think we got from Meira). God, I just love that baby. This morning as I was feeding her some cereal, I just had one of those flashes where I just cannot believe that I am sitting here, on a sunny Saturday morning, feeding my daughter.

Tomorrow it's going to be over 60 degrees again, and church should be awesome, especially since I missed last week. I'm hoping we'll be able to get in another nice walk.

Life is good, isn't it?

November 24, 2006

Post Holiday Lame Post

Ok, ok, I know that last entry was the worst EVER. Lame lame lame. And today is not going to be any better, but at least now there are photos...

We had a great time with first our family, and then Sarah's. Tori got to do several things for the first time--eat solid food (I know, it's a couple of weeks before she's six months, but it was Thanksgiving and she LOVED it--acted like she'd been eating rice cereal her WHOLE LIFE), sit in a high chair (with her grandmother's rain coat tucked behind her) and nurse in front of LOTS of people. It was awesome.

Hope you all had a great holiday filled with food, fun, and love. If it wasn't your holiday, well, I hope your day didn't suck.

:)

November 23, 2006

Can't Type. Too Full.

Ug.

November 22, 2006

Thankful

On this Thanksgiving eve, I want to take a moment and thank all of you for being here. I wouldn't be sane without this blog and it wouldn't be nearly as much fun to write if no one was reading it. You are all awesome and I owe you so much.

Thank you.

And, here are a couple random photos. Enjoy!

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November 21, 2006

Gratitude

It's funny, but I almost never remember to think about what Thanksgiving means. I mean, the actual "giving of thanks" part. Not until someone reminds me, anyway.

When I first got sober, I lived about a block from a meeting that did (still does) an all-day Thanksgiving thing. All kinds of people would show up--homeless, nearly homeless, the used-to-be-homeless, and the Thank-God-I-Got-Sober-Before-I-Was-Homeless (like me). It was easy to find gratitude in that space, and to find the grace to be thankful.

Then family obligations stepped in, and while I'm always grateful for family, sometimes the thanks-giving message got lost in catching up and preparations.

Two years ago, Thanksgiving came about three weeks after I'd lost the boys. I went to a meeting and was ready to drive up to Charlie's aunt's for the Thanksgiving meal when I realized that I just could not do it. I couldn't sit across from anyone and pretend to have a shred of gratitude in me. I did not have the heart to be a good guest. I would have either snapped at someone, gotten into a baaaad political argument (Charlie's aunt is just a mite more conservative than I am--but then, there are drag queens more conservative than I am), or spent the whole meal weeping. Fun for everyone. So I canceled. At the last moment. It was rude, but less rude than showing up would have been.

Last year I was newly pregnant. I went to Elise's family dinner, and had a lovely time. I was hopeful and trying to believe that something good was going to happen. I was able to eat even though I had morning sickness. And morning sickness meant that there was a baby in me. And that was good.

This year? Oh, this year! I have never before known the full meaning of gratitude. The world is a beautiful place now--because my darling, wonderful, miraculous little girl is in it. While I listened to Tori laughing last night, I felt for just a brief fleeting moment, true and unimaginable joy. I was in the moment, listening to the guffaws of an infant. My infant. My daughter. My precious, magical Tori.

Oh my god, as I'm writing this, this song (one of my favorites) just came on the radio. Now I'm crying.

Thanksgiving dinner--both of the ones I'm going to this year--are going to be an unbelievable joy this year. Because Tori will be there with me. Life is good, dammit. Really, really good.

What are you grateful for this year?