Tuesday, June 23, 2009

YouTube? We Do!

It helps to have friends in high places! Our friend Brian works for YouTube and he generously scored us the username "eloise"! I just loaded our first YouTube video. It is of the Weez swimming for the first time.

No babies or animals were injured in the filming of this video. XOXO!

To Nap or Not to Nap? That is the question?

Miss Weezy and I have a difference of opinion when it comes to the age old question: To nap or not to nap? I think no-naps makes for a cranky butthole of a baby. Weezy thinks it furthers her artistic endeavors and pushes her spiritually. My 3-month old daughter is well on her way to writing angst-filled poetry- Translation: Without a nap Eloise turns into a Hamlet-inspired drama queen. She could easily put the Ole Bard to shame! Traveling to Phoenix this weekend, even with all of our fun and advenutre, really showed me what I need to work on with Weezy so that we can get the most out of all the fun stuff we have coming up this summer.

She is great on an airplane. My heart soared with pride when, upon exiting the plane, the man who had sat next to Brakes and I was startled to see that we had a baby with us. Eloise had not made a peep the whole flight! She loves to be held and does not mind being passed around to multiple people! Breastfeeding has become so second nature that we've even ditched the nipple gaurds which made public feedings such a hassle! In short: she is the perfect baby, except when it comes to napping. She does not like to nap (she is nosy like me and afraid she'll miss something.) and when she does sleep during the day it is often fitfully and she has to be on someone's lap or chest. Generally she gets overly-tired and super cranky. At home we deal with this by moving up her bedtime or popping her into the swing but while on vacay these options are not availiable. Without sleep our sweet-natured little girl gets super sad and irritable and she totally misses out on fun times... not to mention she stresses her parents out.

In early July we are going on a two week vacation. I have until then to whip her napping routine into shape. This is what she currently does:

Sleeps from 10:30 pm to 5:30 am
Sleeps from 6:00 am to 8:30 am
Sleeps from 10:15 am to 10:45 am
Might take a cat-nap or two in the afternoon (around 3:00 pm) but does not take a significant nap for the rest of the day. By 7:00pm, her tolerance gets really low and Brakes and I start anticipating the bedtime routine which we start between 8:15 and 9:00 pm.

Any suggestions?

Monday, June 15, 2009

The First Greatest Man I Know

A few weeks ago I referred to Brakes as the greatest man I know, which is true but not the whole truth. You see, long before Brakes, was my first love: Daddy. My Daddy was the first greatest man I know.

If it were not for Daddy giving me an example of what to look for in a man, I would not have recognized Brakes as the diamond in the rough that he was almost nine years ago. My dad (in conjunction with Mov) raised me and my siblings with love, joy, understanding, humor, limits, unconditional encouragement, and support. He walked the floor with me night after night when I was a colicky infant (I really appreciate this now). He coached my soccer team even after I informed everyone that you could get a bigger trophy with less running in tee-ball. He taught me to drive when no one else would get behind the wheel with me and he picked out all of my prom dresses. In fact, when I stepped on the hem of my blue taffeta ball gown the morning of prom, Daddy drove around all morning trying to find someone to hem it for me. When he couldn't find a seamstress, he spent 3 hours stitch-witchering it just in time for my date to pick me up at six.

Daddy watched me go from chubby baby to gap-toothed kindergartner. Under his roof, I went from awkward adolescent to hot-shot, fake-ID carrying freshman. Daddy introduced me to Janis Joplin and CCR and he smiled when I drove Mov crazy by wearing vintage clothing and sequins. He only raised his eyebrows when I went off dancing with the girls all nights of the week. And when I met Brakes, he supported my leap of faith and honored my choice to follow Brakes to Utah. When I was ready to throw in the towel and move home, Daddy was the one who set me strait and a little over a year later, he happily walked me down the aisle. Daddy has always been my biggest fan, my most-honest critic, and my best sounding board. Now, as I watch Brakes be a daddy, my only wish is that he and Eloise can have the same closeness I've been blessed to have with my daddy. And that someday, Eloise will call her daddy the greatest man she knows... other than her Grandpav, of course.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

We Swing...

Get your mind out of the gutter, you perverts! I am talking about my gorgeous, innocent baby-girl. This weekend we discovered Eloise's great passion in life, second only to moo moos (breast milk): SHE LOVES TO SWING!
She swings in our french-doors doorway, she swings in her papasan swing, and now, she swings at the park too! Feast your eyes on these pics. Notice my sister's adorable little boy Roscoe helping to support Weezy's substantial bod while swinging; what a stud!

Also, please join me in welcoming my newest nephew, Turbo, to the family. Diana and Chris adopted this handsome dude on Saturday. Here is the picture of the happy family:

Monday, June 1, 2009

Weezy Cakes, Weezy Cake, Bakers Woman...

In honor of Weezy's favorite song/activity (Patty Cakes, Patty Cakes!), as well as a nod to Auntie Jasmina's notorious baking cycle, I deemed today Baking Day (specifically, cake baking day)! Last week on the nest the ladies were chatting about something delectable called, CocaCola Cake. You know me, always a sucker for an alliteration, so I knew I had to try it out, especially once I found out that you can substitute oil for soda-pop in most cake recipes. (Who knew!) Plus, we would be able to use up one of the three DietRites left over from Granmov's visit months ago. Brakes and I are not much of pop-drinkers; he knows the chemical makeup of pop and I prefer my Coke with rum and since Weezy is trying to lay off the sauce and I am her food-source, those DietRites have been fruitlessly taking up space in our refrigerator. So I picked up a vanilla cake mix at Trader Joes, (I know, I am a cheater.) grabbed one of Granmov's pops, and the Weez and I embarked upon our first culinary adventure together: Vanilla Coke (err... DietRite) Cake

Weezy was a big help! After it was all done we gave Daddy a taste test while Weezy and I finished off the rest of the Diet Rite. Delicious!