Tried on my old jeans this morning. My pre-pregnant carefree jeans of yore. Gap long and lean size 8 (no stretch, though). I could pull them all the way up, but couldn't quite zip them. Still - when I first tried them I couldn't even get them all the way up. Now those aren't the "goal" jeans, as I used to live in Gap long and lean size 6, plus a pair of Guess stretch jeans without a tag I bought at the super Goodwill in Texas on Lake Austin Blvd that carries all the designer labels. They cost me $10 and may be the awesomest pair of jeans in the history of jeansly existence. Forget Syms or Marshalls or designer remainder sales - the real bargains are at Goodwill on Lake Austin Blvd. It's probably worth the plane ticket to shop there.
One day I'll wear those jeans again. Not today, but maybe in another couple of months?
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Baby sleep update - I no longer have any compunctions about letting the little princess "cry-it-out" a little. Mostly because she has gotten to the point where when she needs sleep and she can't quite go to sleep, she will cry inconsolably no matter what (unless you pick her up and walk around with her). And even if you pick her up and walk around with her, she'll just start crying again once you put her down. So our choices are to continuously walk with her for her three hours of naps a day and her 11 hours of sleeping at night, or let her "cry-it-out" for 10 minutes (mostly for her naps - she's pretty good at going to sleep at night without too much blubbering, and if she wakes up once I feed her, right back to sleep, and if she wakes up twice we ignore her, and she goes back to sleep). Option B is better for everyone - we all get more sleep.
However, I wouldn't go back in time and have her "cry-it-out" when she was younger. She just needed more help getting to sleep on her own back then, and I don't regret the time I spent or the lost sleep helping her out. That's "sleep training" too, in a way.
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I'm psyched about the coming week - next weekend is my Saturday that I don't work, followed by a Monday Memorial Day where the office is closed! Then I work three days and go off on vacation. Woo hoo. It's been kind of a crunch the past couple of weeks, so it will be good to have some extra time off.
Yes, she has a red mark on her forehead (from bumping something at the party) and a bruise to the far left of her cheek (her right cheek) from a fall against a corner on Mother's Day. (She bit her lip a bit at the same time, K&T - yay for toddling. And after-the-fact bumpers on the corners of the coffee table).
Awwww.
That's her pointing finger. The one she chastises people and cats with, and the one she waves bye-bye with. It's also her pea-squashing finger at mealtimes. I believe this child is going to be right-handed. Which is all right and perfect and wonderful, though as a lefty, it would have been nice to have another one around.
She smiled back! We don't have too many pictures of Bisousette in full grin, mostly because she is too distracted and interested by the camera when it comes out. But she's a cutie! With lots of impressive teeth, according to the other parents there. Somehow the teeth make her look 5 months older than she really is. How fast they grow...
Apparently self-congratulatory mirror kissing is a private moment.
The down side to all this mobility is that she pulls up on anything and everything, including the high chair on the slippy hard kitchen floor, and her papa's guitar (her FAVORITE thing to bang on now) on its wobbly guitar stand in the living room.
You can see Mercury in the background, and his water dish up dead center of the coffee table where certain baby Bisousettes cannot reach. Yet. Mr. Bisous thought we might temporarily rename the cats, as it may take a while for Baby Boo to say "Mercury" and "Callisto." He thought they could be named "Yoo yoo" and "Dodo." (Then he looked at Mercury, a cat known for running into things and ignoring the house rules of no cats on the kitchen counters and said "You're Dodo.")
She has seven teeth now - four across the top, and three on the bottom, with the eighth coming in any moment now. She hasn't bitten me in a long time, so among the many travails of breastfeeding, biting isn't too much of an issue, in my experience, except for once or twice (as regular readers will recall) when those top chompers come in. Youch.