Friday, September 27, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
6 months - An Eleanor Update
Weight: I'd guess 14lbs and 7oz
Height: I'd guess 26 in
Likes: Eleanor still LOVES the cats more than anything. She also loves our iPhones and blowing air out of her closed lips.
Dislikes: Eleanor does not like sitting still or broccoli.
Milestones: This month Eleanor has started crawling (well, more like climbing on the floor, with hands and feet), can sit unassisted for a few minutes, and possibly knows her name. She has also started solids, which I will talk more about in another post.
I can't believe another month is already over. I was too busy chasing my crazy kiddo around to notice. Eleanor is such a little mover these days, constantly going after a cat or a bag or a favorite toy. She keeps getting sillier too. Right now, she laughs if I dramatically go "ha ha ha" or whenever I cough. She's not using a ton of constant sounds yet, so no da da or ma ma just yet. Hopefully soon. I want to hear it even though I know she won't know she's saying it.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Little shopper
We spent the day running some errands.
Stopping by D's work, eating lunch, Ikea, groceries. The usual stuff.
We bought Eleanor a new stuffed puppy in Ikea and she seemed pretty pleased with it. She was a little tired and she gets super giggly right before she enters into the realm of exhaustion. I love that silly girl so much I think my heart could burst from the force of it.
It's nice spending a day doing the same things we would have done before, only with a tiny human in tow. It's nice that she hasn't changed our life, only enhanced it.
Stopping by D's work, eating lunch, Ikea, groceries. The usual stuff.
We bought Eleanor a new stuffed puppy in Ikea and she seemed pretty pleased with it. She was a little tired and she gets super giggly right before she enters into the realm of exhaustion. I love that silly girl so much I think my heart could burst from the force of it.
It's nice spending a day doing the same things we would have done before, only with a tiny human in tow. It's nice that she hasn't changed our life, only enhanced it.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Being Vegan - Week 1
Immediately after having Eleanor, my mother in law was here and she cooked super healthy meals and I that's all I ate. Then she left. And caring for a baby and myself was hard. I was just starting to get the hang of it when we moved. The kitchen didn't get unpacked for weeks and we ate a lot of delivery food.
That above little rant just means that all that weight that melted off at first, has now come back. I've been trying to eat healthy, but with breastfeeding issues and other little struggles, I've been stressed. When I'm stressed, I eat. Usually the unhealthiest thing available. It was a lot of cheese and eggs and cookies.
I felt like crap. It's not even the weight, I just felt unhealthy. In an effort to get back to eating (and snacking) better, I decided to do a 6 week vegan challenge. D is doing it too when he is with me (so, his lunches aren't vegan). We started last Monday and so far, I have really enjoyed it.
There are still some lingering bad habits (like just eating multiple pieces of bread for lunch) but I am working on those. I snack on nuts and baby carrots. I make veggie stir-frys and such for dinner. We have tried out a few really yummy vegan restaurants. It's like we are dieting but not really. I don't feel deprived like I do on other diets and I have a bit more energy.
Cooking has been easier than I expected. Last night, for instance, we had spaghetti squash and breaded eggplant medallions with marinara. Tonight, we are having a stir-fry with rice. So far, I am enjoying being vegan. I hope it continues that way.
That above little rant just means that all that weight that melted off at first, has now come back. I've been trying to eat healthy, but with breastfeeding issues and other little struggles, I've been stressed. When I'm stressed, I eat. Usually the unhealthiest thing available. It was a lot of cheese and eggs and cookies.
I felt like crap. It's not even the weight, I just felt unhealthy. In an effort to get back to eating (and snacking) better, I decided to do a 6 week vegan challenge. D is doing it too when he is with me (so, his lunches aren't vegan). We started last Monday and so far, I have really enjoyed it.
There are still some lingering bad habits (like just eating multiple pieces of bread for lunch) but I am working on those. I snack on nuts and baby carrots. I make veggie stir-frys and such for dinner. We have tried out a few really yummy vegan restaurants. It's like we are dieting but not really. I don't feel deprived like I do on other diets and I have a bit more energy.
Cooking has been easier than I expected. Last night, for instance, we had spaghetti squash and breaded eggplant medallions with marinara. Tonight, we are having a stir-fry with rice. So far, I am enjoying being vegan. I hope it continues that way.
Monday, September 2, 2013
Little Lesson
On Saturday, Eleanor didn't have the best naps. She was grumpy as a result. There were plenty of times she could have napped, but she refused for some reason unknown to me. I admit, I was so excited when it was finally her bedtime. I wasn't as thrilled when she woke up an hour and a half later. In her fussiness, she hadn't ate as much as she would on a normal day. I begrudgingly mixed up a bottle and went to feed her.
Sitting in her dark room, feeding her, I was really struck by how much she had grown. Her body doesn't curve into mine just so anymore. Her legs dangle past me and her back arches in attempts to escape. Her thighs are full of rolls and her belly pushes out. She holds her own bottle, even raising it higher at the appropriate time. She still breaths deep and with the tiniest hint of a whistle. She still radiates heat. But certainly, this is not the same baby that I gave birth to less than 6 months ago. What happened to her? Where did she go?
Every month, every age, is my new favorite. I hope for new milestones with a scary intensity. I'm constantly wishing for the growth spurt, this leap, this week to be over. But sitting in the dark with my squirmy, not so little anymore baby, I was just relishing the moment. Before I know it, there won't be anymore nighttime feedings. She won't snuggle into me as often. She won't be endlessly amused by my kisses on her tummy. Time is going too fast. Hours into days into week into months into years, all happening too fast for me to catch my breath and catch up.
I'm going to try and remember this feeling when it's 6a.m. on a weekend and Eleanor wants to be awake and talking. Or when she is unreasonably grumpy and ruining an outing. Or when she shrieks in a crowd and everyone stares. For all the parts that I may want to wish away, there are a least a million things I wish could stay.
Sitting in her dark room, feeding her, I was really struck by how much she had grown. Her body doesn't curve into mine just so anymore. Her legs dangle past me and her back arches in attempts to escape. Her thighs are full of rolls and her belly pushes out. She holds her own bottle, even raising it higher at the appropriate time. She still breaths deep and with the tiniest hint of a whistle. She still radiates heat. But certainly, this is not the same baby that I gave birth to less than 6 months ago. What happened to her? Where did she go?
Every month, every age, is my new favorite. I hope for new milestones with a scary intensity. I'm constantly wishing for the growth spurt, this leap, this week to be over. But sitting in the dark with my squirmy, not so little anymore baby, I was just relishing the moment. Before I know it, there won't be anymore nighttime feedings. She won't snuggle into me as often. She won't be endlessly amused by my kisses on her tummy. Time is going too fast. Hours into days into week into months into years, all happening too fast for me to catch my breath and catch up.
I'm going to try and remember this feeling when it's 6a.m. on a weekend and Eleanor wants to be awake and talking. Or when she is unreasonably grumpy and ruining an outing. Or when she shrieks in a crowd and everyone stares. For all the parts that I may want to wish away, there are a least a million things I wish could stay.
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