Ellie has become a good eater. A really good eater. You put any food in front of her face and she opens her mouth and takes a big bite. It’s usually followed by her giving me a scrunchy nose smile and then opening for more. Fruit, vegetable, meat, cereal, whatever, she’ll eat anything. Until… Continue reading “ALL BY MYSELF”
CAN I HAVE SOME CHEESE WITH THAT?
You ever just feel like whining? Well I do, and I’m going to. I think I’m reaching a wall. Or a box. Or a cage? Maybe it’s a postpartum winter baby blues thing for men. I don’t know. Wake up, change a poopy diaper, eat, feed, change a poopy diaper, play, read, repeat, repeat… repeat again… and again… and a g a i n… a n d  A G A I N….
I care, but I don’t care. As long as she’s not flipping out it’s ok. That’s my goal. If she’s not whining and pulling at my pant leg, then that’s all I care about. I discovered she likes to sit and watch Glee. She’ll sit there, still and quiet, and watch. I can leave the room, make a noise, it doesn’t matter. She’ll just sit there. And I let her. We don’t have cable or access to regular TV because we didn’t want to be sucked in to watching too much TV. And we especially didn’t want to be in the habit of having the TV on all the time with Ellie around. But we have a DVD player and a Netflix ready TV, which is like a poor man’s cable. And now that she loves Glee, I found my shortcut. I feel extremely guilty when I let her sit there, but then again, part of me doesn’t care. Oh, it’s over? Let’s sit and watch it again while both our eyes glaze over. Continue reading “CAN I HAVE SOME CHEESE WITH THAT?”
DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES
Other than talking to my Mom on a regular basis, I also talk to my good friend Haniyyah. We used to be coworkers at my last job until she moved to Chicago about two years ago. She, my friend Meghan, and I all sat in the same studio. After working on the same project for two years, we all became not only friendly coworkers, but good friends. We all worked hard, but we brought an element of fun to our project that was otherwise extremely stressful and demanding.  Where Meghan made it very clear we were only FFs, you could say that Haniyyah and I are BFFs. Haniyyah also has a daughter and is a stay-at-home parent like me. So when we gab like two old ladies on the phone, we don’t talk about deadlines or TV shows anymore. We exchange recipes, and discuss our children’s sleep schedules and poop. Their poop, not ours. Anyways, she was coming to town with her daughter, and we decided to take the kids mallwalking. Continue reading “DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES”
POLISH NEW YEAR
With Ellie’s birthday excitement over, it’s back to the grind. The same old routine. Wake up, change diapers, feed, eat, pray for a nap, feed, change diapers, feed, cook, wash dishes, repeat. Ugh. January isn’t even over yet and I’m already sick of winter. I’m sick of the winter routine. I’m sick of being cooped up inside. I’m sick of being cold all the time. I’m sick of walking indoors. I’m sick of wrestling Ellie to get her winter hat on that she just takes off ten minutes later in the car. I’m sick of feeling lonely and bored. When it snows, I stare out the window and hear the song All By Myself playing in my head. Continue reading “POLISH NEW YEAR”
YEAR ONE: THE PARTY
When it came to celebrating Ellie’s birthday, we really didn’t want to do anything big. We just wanted to have my folks and my brother and sister-in-law over for dinner. It’s pretty rare that just the six of us get together, so we thought it’d be nice to do for Ellie’s birthday. We decided to have tacos, and cupcakes. And since it was here first birthday, I wanted to make the cupcakes from scratch. Not like she would know the difference, but I still wanted to. Continue reading “YEAR ONE: THE PARTY”