tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45935631223475281452024-03-12T21:17:26.507-07:00I want brownies.vGmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049547003291367789noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-41338889443131594972015-03-19T17:02:00.000-07:002015-03-19T17:02:42.422-07:00On the ContraryHello? Is anybody home? I'm here. We're here.<br />
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We've made it to Baby E's 7 month birthday. She's over half a year old. We've passed the newborn stage. We've passed the rolling over and the sitting up and the first teeth milestones. And I don't know how we got here. You know when you're driving on a long trip and you kind of mentally check out and all of a sudden you're 50 miles away from where you started? That's how I feel.<br />
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In the early days of our new life as a family with a newborn, I spent countless hours reading about newborns, and newborn sleep, and newborn milestones. What an immense waste of my time. I feel like my baby and our experience was (and is) the opposite of anything I read online. Nothing is what I would have expected. Everything I read was useless, at least in terms of trying to apply Doctor Google's advice to my baby. Examples:<br />
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<li>"Write your birth plan in advance and give it to your provider."</li>
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<li>"The hospital will already have a copy of your birth plan." (Per Kaiser's OB-GYN department)</li>
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<li>Then why were they asking me all those questions about my birth plan while I was huffing and puffing between contractions?! I did give it to them but apparently the message was not received.</li>
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<li>"Nurse every 2-3 hours in those early days. Wake baby if necessary. Feed at least 10-12 times per day." </li>
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<li>Ok, this is where women are going to want to punch me in the throat. My baby slept great from day 1. This is NOT the norm and now that I put that out into the world, she will probably never sleep again. Shit. Anyway, it is what it is. On her first night, she slept for 6 hours straight. The next nights were pretty similar. Days, she nursed pretty much around the clock but it made for some sweet, sweet sleep for the both of us at night. As time went on, her day sleep deteriorated and night sleep got better (i.e. longer). Her naps were (and sometimes still are) 30-min cat naps.</li>
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<li>...unless you have a cat-napper, in which case, you will have no 'you time.' You know what you can get done in 30 minutes? Not a DAMN thing.</li>
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<li>NO. A million times, no. Until fairly recently, my child hated car rides with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. Trips to Grandma's included the not-so-sweet serenade of incessant wailing from the back seat. The 4-minute ride to Target felt like 4 years. I don't know what it is, but she's still iffy when it comes to the car. </li>
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<li>What-the FUCK-EVERRRR. We nurse to sleep for bedtime. It's amazing and probably the most relaxing part of our day. And now with the time change, there's something so magical about that time of day. We have our last nursing session of the day just as the sun sets and dusk falls on the earth. We bid goodbye to the day while baby is contentedly falling asleep in my arms, her belly full and my lap warmed by the weight of her not-so-tiny body.</li>
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I've all but abandoned Dr. Google and am choosing to live new mommy-hood by my new mantra: Live and let baby.vGmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049547003291367789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-33315169165496441282014-07-29T20:23:00.000-07:002014-07-29T20:30:28.822-07:00Otherwise occupiedShit's. Going. Down. Since my last post, I slammed my foot firmly on the gas pedal of the time-to-grow-up mobile.<br />
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But first, a recap: <a href="http://iwantbrownies.blogspot.com/2012/08/recap.html">Gina</a> is still trucking along with me and we are still in love. Mila is flatulent as ever. The Hub and I still love each other to bits. The Hub is continuing to work hard at his computer nerdery job, and I am still working at my engineering-y job...kind of. We'll circle back to that in a moment. In short, our cast of characters here is doing well.<br />
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Last year was somewhat of a whirlwind as it brought forth some big changes. Good changes. Nerve-wracking changes. Late last summer saw us buying our second home and selling our first within roughly 50 days. We moved closer to work and out of our sketchy neighborhood. We spent the fall adjusting to and making minor improvements to our new home. Every weekend consisted of a different project (HUGE shout out and THANKS to the hard-working Hub, again). We hosted Thanksgiving and sailed through the remaining holidays.<br />
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Then in mid-January, Mila's world changed forever. Internet, meet Hercules:<br />
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That's right. I done got knocked up. We will be meeting this tiny lady in a couple of weeks and I am so excited/happy/anxious/scared. I've been blessed with a relatively easy pregnancy and have high hopes for an equally smooth delivery. Fingers crossed. Pray for me. Here's the closest thing I have to a maternity photo:</div>
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To be honest, we've both been so busy that I didn't schedule a maternity photo session with a professional photographer. Fortunately, we had a family reunion last weekend in a park-like setting so I found a spot I liked, played with some of my camera's settings, and tossed my camera to my sister to take this photo (thank you, sister! I love it!). It's a little prom-y but I love it. Of course, that might just be me looking at it through baby pink colored glasses. </div>
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I done got me a new car. Her name is Gina and we're very happy together.</div>
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My nephew turned 1. I'm surprised I haven't eaten him with a spoon by now. Just look at that face.</div>
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We took a mini-vacation to Santa Cruz/Capitola/Monterey to get our beach fix. It was glorious and not 463 degrees out. A welcome change. </div>
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vGmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049547003291367789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-311388317015848732012-03-06T15:56:00.002-08:002012-08-15T12:50:54.706-07:00My favorite airlineAmy Poehler on SNL:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="quote" style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">The Virgina House of Representatives passed a bill that required women to have a transvaginal ultrasound before having an abortion. Now don’t get me wrong. I love transvaginal. It’s my favorite airline. I got so many miles on Transvaginal that I always get upgraded to Lady Business.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">”</span>vGmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049547003291367789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-60646879920557622842012-02-24T20:57:00.001-08:002012-02-24T21:01:40.505-08:00I'm leaving at 3 to pick applesMy gut hurts from laughing so hard. Please watch all the videos on the Bad Lip Reading YouTube channel.<br />
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Over the summer the hub and I started hitting the gym together and overhauled our eating habits. By the time I started with my trainer, my upper body was pretty close to where I'd like it to be. My boobs have by now disappeared, but let's face it, they arrived tardy to the puberty party and since then their presence had been less than satisfactory. Anyway, in our session today, we focused heavily on lower body. We were working on squats (with a barbell & weights on each end) when the hub walked by and said something to Trainer. Once I finished what I thought to be my last set of squats, I went to get a drink and came back to find a 45 lb plate on either side of the bar. The heaviest I've ever attempted. Trainer proceeds to tell me the Hub said he didn't think I could do it. Now, before this moment, I never would have considered myself a competitive person. "I would very much rather not take you up on that footrace, kind sir. Let's just assume you indeed are faster than me and let's go get some Pinkberry instead, mmmkay? Fun for everyone!" However, in that moment, with Trainer behind me and the hub watching out of the corner of his eye, I couldn't say no. I proceeded to knock out 10 reps (admittedly, with some assistance). But I did them. Done. Complete. I turned to give Trainer the customary & congratulatory high-five, and then he tells me, "He didn't really say he didn't think you could do it. I just wanted to challenge you. But it fueled you right?!" Right he was, and duped I was. I fell for it. But you know what, who cares? Because in that moment, I made that bar my bitch. (Oh, and I still don't know what the hub said, and I really don't care.)vGmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049547003291367789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-20686436267639791262012-02-16T20:41:00.000-08:002012-02-16T20:41:55.906-08:00A glimpseThis is what the not-so-near future holds:<br />
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Seriously? How hot is he? And yes, while I love the image of his scrumptiousness holding a baby, I don't want that to be for another few years. Even so, I don't think my biological clock can handle this photo. Excuse me while I push the snooze button.vGmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049547003291367789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-78486060895010468582012-02-16T20:32:00.000-08:002012-02-16T20:32:07.681-08:00Stuff the Hub Says<br />
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<li>"Partial zero emmissions vehicle, huh? Well I'm a partial billionaire."</li>
<li>Me: "Wanna make out?" Him: "With you?"</li>
<li>"Marry, fuck, kill: pancakes, French toast, or waffles?"</li>
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Two crazy kids. </div>
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Joined their two crazy families. </div>
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I love you, Hub. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-26116395954372369282011-10-16T10:06:00.000-07:002011-10-16T10:07:30.322-07:00Not just for halloween anymoreOk, seriously?! How cool is <a href="http://disneybound.tumblr.com/">Disney Bound</a>? Tons of Disney themed outfits that are a far cry from this:<br />
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I miss writing. Like <i>WRITING </i>writing. With pens. My penmanship is like that of an 8 year old boy and I really think I could stand to work on it a bit more than I currently do. Damn keyboards. That's all. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-6818652173915027242011-09-29T09:45:00.000-07:002011-09-29T13:40:14.890-07:00By any other nameMy pup, by any other name, would continue to smell like ass. Oh well.<br />
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And if you're not reading The Bloggess, you're seriously missing out. Read <a href="http://thebloggess.com/2011/06/and-thats-why-you-should-learn-to-pick-your-battles/">this story</a> right now, or else I won't be your friend anymore. </div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-6519744130027114572011-08-12T22:08:00.000-07:002011-08-12T22:08:37.556-07:00Despite the title of my blogWe've been getting a little crazy in the health and fitness department of our home. The hub joined the gym a few months ago and we've been going several times a week to work out. He even started working out with a personal trainer and I've had the privilege of working out with them one or twice. In addition, we've been making weekly trips to whole foods and stocking up on protein shakes and powders from the local vitamin store. I've been trying to get over my aversion to eating green things and I like to think I'm working my way through the 12 steps of Carboholics Anonymous. I'm not sure what spurred this movement, but it was definitely much needed. I was proud of my frequent gym visits at the beginning of the year but they slowly tapered off when round 2 of the dreaded exam came back in the spring. After the exam was over in April, though, I had no excuse. I got back into the yoga groove and kicked up the intensity on my cardio. After reading several fitness blogs and subscribing to <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-jillian-michaels-show/id418368811">Jillian's podcast</a>, I also started weight training. It was daunting at first but really not too bad. It's definitely empowering and worth a shot if you feel your workout routine is in a rut. The best part is that it goes by pretty fast as opposed to the seemingly endless 30-45 minutes on a treadmill. If all you have is 15 minutes, you can get a great full body workout. Current favorite fitness blogs are <a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/">Fitsugar</a>, <a href="http://www.self.com/fitness">Self</a>, and <a href="http://www.womenshealthmag.com/">Women's Health</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-2046371264951307792011-08-01T21:16:00.000-07:002011-08-01T21:16:26.732-07:00Yoga peevesTeachers who look at the clock after every pose and then say, "OK, let's do....(pose name here) now. Please come into class with a plan for a cohesive practice session.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-11993441096308299112011-07-30T09:40:00.000-07:002012-02-16T20:32:17.470-08:00I love beards.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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That is all.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-62133382111610782282011-07-11T21:37:00.001-07:002011-07-11T21:37:44.494-07:00Yoga peevesLadies and gents that wear shorts so tight I can see what they're thinking.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-39761813449634532262011-07-11T21:36:00.000-07:002012-02-16T20:22:48.846-08:00I think it's fair to say...that I have a hard time committing to anything that's not related to my hub, family, job, dog or food. Hence, the 30 day photo project that quickly went down the tubes. Not to say I'm going to abandon it completely, but I won't be posting consecutive days. It's going to end up being way longer than 30 days, but oh well. I've had some very valid distractions though:<br />
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Also, Maui in August! Stay tuned.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-23399302394841254832011-06-25T20:14:00.000-07:002011-06-25T20:14:04.400-07:00Something to think aboutWhat if you woke up today with only the things you thanked God for yesterday?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-87789135843626612702011-06-14T20:35:00.000-07:002011-09-25T07:56:44.940-07:00I'm flying!Sorry about the delay, it's just that I've been busy relishing in the fact that I am now a registered civil engineer in the state of California! I honestly thought the results could have gone either way and I was in shock when I opened the envelope from the Board and I read that first word in all caps: "CONGRATULATIONS!" I collapsed into a heap of elated tears. I did it, peeps. And I am over the moon. What started out as one of those days ended in sweet, sweet victory accompanied by ice cream cake. I need to thank the hub and our families for their support and encouragement as I missed many an outing over the past year, all in the name of my studies. And guess what? It paid off, my friends. I'll get to enjoy this summer and hopefully make up for the fun I missed out on last summer. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593563122347528145.post-53728775982846436862011-06-08T20:37:00.000-07:002011-06-08T20:37:38.572-07:00To my hubHappy birthday (yesterday)!<br />
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<li>The lady doing Warrior 2 while kicking into her back hip (don't be lazy!)</li>
<li>Stepping in puddles that I hope were created by sweaty water bottles and not sweaty people from the class before yoga</li>
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