Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Little Bookworm

Claire was being awfully quiet in her room one night, while I was quickly trying to fold some laundry in the guestroom.  This is what was going on when I peeked in there...

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Bubble Run

So yesterday morning, Claire and I ran in the Bubble Run.  I hadn't picked up my packet ahead of time so I got downtown and the packet pick-up line was 3 blocks long.  I didn't mind though, it was such a beautiful day.  I was a tad worried that they might not let us run because they were crossing runners over the start line in waves, every few minutes, from 9-9:30am and the line was moving s-l-o-w.  Turns out, Claire and I crossed the start line at 9:56.  It's the first year, they probably just underestimated the time it takes for people to cross a start line overwrought with bubbles!  Not a bad problem to have. 

Claire was kind of non-chalant about the whole thing.  I swear that baby must have the best life or something, if this didn't excite her I don't know what would.  She acts like she's too cool for it all.

I was annoyed that it wasn't timed because it's my first race since having a baby.  But then after I crossed the finish line at 33 minutes, I was glad this wasn't a timed race and that the time wouldn't skew my official race results.  LOL @ me.  We walked through all the "bubble zones" and even took a few pics so it's not like I was trying to PR or anything.

I'm really glad I got to do this with Claire, even Dale had a fun time waiting for us at the finish line.  Later that night he said to me, "We should run the Colour Run together, as a family."  Nice gesture, sure, but you don't see me asking to bench press with him and Mike in the garage at 11 o'clock at night do you?  Somethings are mine and some things are his. 

Anyway, so I will check if it's a timed race, and if it isn't, I guess we'll go ahead and do it.

Here are some pics from the Las Vegas Bubble Run...


Friday, April 26, 2013

Daddy Daycare

My husband is Claire's primary caretaker since he stays home with her during the day.  He's worked nights as long as I've known him and so this isn't a new issue for us, we actually lucked out with scheduling around a new baby.  Well he lucked out because I am a big advocate for daycare.  Hm, I guess it's really Claire who lucked out.
Plus, like I was saying the other day, I had stayed home sick with the baby and that shizz was hard.  I am not cut out to be a SAHM so I have a lot of respect for what DP does.
It's cute because Dale thinks our kid is the best thing in the whole world, and he's kind of oblivious to the fact that other people might not think so.  Case in point...

The other day, DP posted this picture of his big girl in the grocery store.  Does anyone else notice that my sweet baby is SITTING BARE LEGGED IN THE NASTY CART?  And OMG touching the handrail.  Do you think he wiped it down with the store-supplied sanitizer? 


Yesterday they went on a trip to the DMV.  He called to tell me they were in and out in 20 minutes.  Pretty awesome!  I asked how Claire did and he said she was perfect as usual.  Especially when he handed her to some lady to hold while he filled out his paperwork.


He handed her off. 
To some lady. 
At the DMV.

Yes, they are definitely lucky to have each other, but it's days like these where I realize how lucky I really am that they are both still alive and at home at the end of the day.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poor Sick Baby

Claire had a runny nose over the weekend.  It has been hot lately so I had to relent and let DP turn on the A/C in the house, and I figured her runny nose was just a result of that.  She kicks her blankets off in the night and sleeps on top of them.

Well then on Monday we surprised the kids at school and took them all swimming at my dad's apartment complex.  Claire got a slight sunburn despite using sunscreen.  I guess it exasperated her runny nose because it became a full-on nasty cold.  Poor thing. 

Her demeanor was fine when the kids were at our house, regular little monster, but when it was time for bed there was a different story.  She couldn't drink her bottle because she couldn't breathe.  So she just cried and took small sips.  Then she wouldn't let me put her down.  I had to rock her to sleep, holding her in my arms.  Except she's heavy.  And her snot is everywhere.  Of course I loved it.  Even after she fell asleep I continued holding her because I just missed that so much.

Well the yolk's on me because I got a cold, worse than hers, and now she's fine.  Last night I put her to bed and she wanted nothing to do with me, only her crib.  So I'm at work feeling miserable and my baby doesn't even care!  Wahhhhh.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Silly Things

Just went to the water cooler.  I forgot to silence my phone and heard "Apple Bottom Jeans" blaring from my office.  Fun!

A few nights ago I was putting Claire to bed, and after she had eaten but before I laid her down, I gave her a little squeeze and some back pats because she's so sweet and cuddly when she's tired.  Then she patted my back.  Then I melted into a big mushy puddle.  God that kid is so exciting.  Everything she does is THE BEST.

I was telling DP that story and he told me that when he rocks her to sleep, Claire tries to put her pacifier in his mouth.  She's so good at sharing.

The Packers play the Niners in the first game of the season.  Dale is "not sure yet" if he wants to go, which basically means that he will say last minute that he wants to go, then we'll be struggling to come up with the money/possibly end up with shitty seats.

We invaded Cleopatra's Barge on Wednesday night.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Claire Dances!

Oh my gosh, so Claire shares her mummy's love of cheesy club music.  In my stomach, she would go nuts to Flo Rida's Wild Ones.  In fact, it was the only way I could calm her a few times when she was an infant.  Now she loves her dancing hippo that I got her for Valentine's Day.  I'm afraid I have some trouble on my hands with this one!

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Boys' Weekend

Not for me, obviously

My husband planned this awesome boys' weekend with my cousin, his brother, and his buddy from The Bay Area.  So they all met in San Diego for some drunken debauchery and general up-to-no-good shenanigans.  I know they went to a baseball game the first night, then it all gets hazy from there.

And since I offered to babysit my niece and nephew, the 3 kids and I have spent most of our time at my parents' house.  The apartment complex is ideal for kids since they can spend time at the pool while I lounge around drinking wine, or I can let them all sleep in and steal away to the fitness room for a quick run on the treadmill.  This morning, my mom and dad took Claire to church, so I grabbed a cup of fresh-brewed Starbucks coffee from the lobby and enjoyed it on their patio.  It's totally resort-living.  I feel like I'm the one on vacation!

My dad bought Claire some new outfits because he seems to think she's outgrown all her 6 months outfits.  Yes, I know she's 8 months but I like her in tight little onesies ok?  He bought her actual t-shirts and shorts, and I'm totally on-the-fence about them.  They are cute, sure, but she doesn't look like a teeny little baby in her new grown-up clothes.

And Claire herself, thinks she's big.  She loves Ramses' iPad and is always trying to fight him for it.  Yesterday the kids and I went to the playground at Town Square and I wish you could have seen her in there like a dirty shirt.  Claire is like a legit little person.  She wants to do everything her cousins do.

I do miss my husband though.  I've said it before and I'll say it again, you don't realize how much you rely on your co-parent until he's gone for a few days, no matter how much help you have.  There's nobody like your kid's dad.  Parenting is hard, yo.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Running in the Wind

Nothing can really stop us from our mum-and-me runs.  Not even a little Valley wind.  Especially when Claire can wear her cute little hat that covers her ears...

Friday, April 12, 2013

Claire Resembles Me!

Every time I look at her and see a small resemblance to me, I feel like I love her a teeny bit more.  I have described it before as primal.  It almost makes me feel bad, like I didn't love her enough when she just looked like her dad.  But that's not entirely true.  I just didn't know that I could love her more than that.

And there she is trying to eat Twizzlers, which is just like her mummy!  (For the record, this was not my doing.  I don't usually share my Twizzlers.  But she was eating an empty bag, so her dad wanted to let her taste the candy.)  BAD IDEA.  ABORT.  ABORT. 

Oh, who am I kidding?  I already know she has a sweet tooth.  Where do you think I got from???

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Going Out Like a Damn Adult

Last weekend, Dale and I went out to Body English at the Hard Rock.  I had asked my mom to babysit, since my aunt and grandma were visiting and they had lots of help.  It was the end of Lent and I wanted to do it right, so we had some drinks and hit the town.

And I loved it.  Had a total blast.  It was different, that's for sure.  I was significantly older than everyone else, we didn't know most of the music, and I wasn't really getting hit on by every douchebag in the club.  Could be that I was with my husband, male cousin, and brother-in-law, but I'd rather believe it wasn't.

The oldest people at Body English

This weekend, we had plans again.  It's spring break across the country, and that means the start of tourist season.  The pools are open, the strip is packed, and the drinks are expensive.

So DP's cousin's daughter turned 21 in California and came out to celebrate in Vegas with a bunch of her friends.  We took them up to to Mix at the Mandalay Bay.  The view is amazing, Dale and I love it there for just that reason.  There's really nothing like partying with a bunch of young twenty-one year-olds to make you question your life choices.  But it also made me feel young again.

View from Mix Las Vegas

The very next night, it was my cousin's birthday.  We celebrated with a fabulous dinner at one of my favourite restaurants on the strip, then drinks and dancing at the Foundation Room.  Surprisingly, there was old school music and more "mature" people. 

With the girls at Border Grill
The thing of it is that all this going out, and partying like I used to, was totally fun.  I had missed it.  But I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't miss Claire a ton.  I suppose the challenge is just finding the balance.  I love my new life where we barbecue on the weekends and spend evenings at our home as a family, but I miss aspects of my old life too.  I guess I just don't feel like I have to make sacrifices of one for the other when I can have both.  A night away from Claire won't have any lasting effects on her, and might even be beneficial to her outlook on life and what it means to be a woman.  I have hobbies dammit!

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Claire the Menace

Look at my little trouble-maker in her overalls!

She loves our entertainment center.  There are fancy lights and doors to bang and videos to pull down.  The funny thing is, she most certainly won't know what those vhs tapes are and probably won't even know what dvds are.  That one is still up in the air.  I know people still have dvd players but we don't.  We don't even have a cd player.  Are we poor?
And here she is at our family's favourite breakfast spot, The Griddle.  It's next to the hospital I delivered at, and we ate there a few times when Claire was still in the NICU.  It's also the first place we took her out to eat.  I love this picture of her with her dad, waiting for their waffles.  They are so serious.  Seriously cute!

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Fighting - Married Style

My parents always have a big Easter dinner, so last weekend we were there and I drank a whole bottle of wine.  (What?  It's been a while.)  So Dale drove us home and I left my car at my mom's.  Then the next morning I got up and Claire and I went for a run back to their apartment.  It's over 5 miles!  The first time I have done this.  Some of the terrain was treacherous, plus I had to cross a highway (overpass) and I almost cut through the Southpoint parking lot but didn't.  I ended up leaving the baby to hang out with the girls and I went home WHERE OF COURSE DALE HAD TO PICK A FIGHT WITH ME.  I don't even remember what it was about but I know it was his fault.  So this is what I do now when Dale fights with me and I am totally innocent...

Retail therapy.

Totally an excuse because I have never done this before.  Usually when we argue, DP is the one who leaves.  Like that's any healthier.  But it's probably better than being punched in the neck.

So I went to Town Square with a Christmas gift giftcard and some coupons I got in the mail, to buy myself my summer swimsuit.  I always get my suits from Victoria's Secret.  I am having trouble with my body being shaped differently since I had Claire, so my sister-in-law suggested I start wearing a one-piece. 

No.  That's like giving up.

So I grabbed a bunch of bikini separates and went to the change room.  I wanted this flamingo print I had seen online but first the saleslady told me they didn't make them (um, don't you know who I am?) and then I found them myself, but only sizes XS and L.  You would think this is a no-brainer, and it used to be, but not these days, so I grabbed both.  I grabbed a solid print, full coverage bottom, which is also unlike me.  Anyway, so I'm in the change room, and while the XS top was cute and familiar, I just couldn't do it.  So I tried the large.  And it fit.  And then my eyes got wet.  And I put on the bottoms.  A medium.  And choking back tears. 

You think things are ok.  You ran 5 miles.  You're at a good weight.  Then your sister-in-law suggests a one-piece swimsuit and you look like a manatee in a two-piece so you end up wearing a size large.

After everything I went though,
I do not care that this doesn't match.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Claire's First Deviled Egg

Last weekend, Claire celebrated Easter with a couple of outfit changes.

We went to church in the morning, the only other time since her baptism.  And she was kind of a monster but really, the reason we don't attend weekly mass is because the time conflicts with Claire's naptime.  And our church only has one English mass.  So while Father Nadim is cool with fussy babies, it's very distracting.  And because Claire has no discipline, I pretty much let her play on the floor and attack other people's feet.  I mean, surely everyone thinks Claire is just as adorable as I do right?

Mama and Aunty Carol were here visiting, and after church we had a big breakfast of bread, eggs, and avocado.  This was very important to mention because we are getting great avocados right now and Claire and I probably shared a whole one to ourselves.

After a short nap we went over to my in-laws' house, where Claire had her first deviled egg.  And she loved it.  I think I get along with my mother-in-law the best so I love just hanging out with her while the boys watch sports and the kids play in the cul-de-sac.  Dale gave all the neighbourhood kids an Easter Egg hunt complete with a "grand prize" and some of the eggs had dollars in them.  And all the kids got Easter baskets.  That's kind of a new concept to me so I'm assuming Dale will be making one for Claire when she gets older.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Eight Months

Claire stands up without assistance.  Then she looks around to make sure everyone saw.  So naturally, when I dressed her in her rainbow dress and tried to make her pose with her Care Bear, she wanted nothing of it.  Also, since when does she have messy hair?  I don't know.