Monday, August 31, 2009

Floor It!

In typical Gas fashion I rekindled an old passion this weekend and I am pursuing it full speed ahead! After a fight heated discussion this week about alone time, I determined that since I threw a tantrum to get time sans baby, I had better use it in a creative, stimulating, and productive way. So, as I half-watched Real World Cancun, I also perused some new crafty blogs. After soaking up some mega online inspiration, I created a PowerPoint presentation full of inspiration pics, made an excel spreadsheet cataloguing my craft supplies, and alphabetized my shopping list. Finally, with Miss Weezy's babbling echoeing in the background reminding me that time is of the essence, I dug down and began crafting... or as I like to insist: pursuing my art.
I've been hot-gluing, spray-painting, and embellishing my fanny off. I will post some pics of my hard work soon but until then gaze at the declicious man who made it possible for me to pursue my art today. He is pretty dreamy. The Weez thinks so too.

Friday, August 28, 2009

She is My Daughter

We went for Weezy's 4 month well-baby check-up today. Yes, (please don't harangue me) I realize that she is a month late. Punctuality has never been my strong suit and we were on vacation.

The appointment started with the usual rigmarole: height, weight, etc. (She is in the luscious 75% for both and perfectly proportioned.) Then the doctor listened to her heart (the murmur disappeared) and lungs (clear as a bell). She looked in her eyes, nose, and mouth (blue, adorable, and toothless). Then came the question/answer portion of the appointment:

Dr: "How's she sleeping?"
Gas: "Check out my eye-circles."

Dr: "How's she eating?"
Gas: (Pointed to the aforementioned luscious thighs.)

Dr: "Is she talking yet?"
Gas: (puzzled expression) I beg your pardon? She is only 5 months old.
Dr: (sighed patiently) "Yes, I realize that. (makes a note in her chart) I mean is she cooing, laughing, making noise?
Weezy: "Ghhhfs.. Brbrbrbrbr (motor boat noise) Brbrbrbrb... Mamamamama"
Gas: "Umm, yeah."
Weezy: Da!
Dr: I see! She really is a talker; she shouldn't be making consonant noises until 6 months. Wow, she is very advanced!"

Ha! Just Brakes' luck! The Weez inherited my verbosity. Poor guy is not going to be able to get a word in edgewise around here!

The Weez says: "Mada... Brbbrbrbr" Which I am pretty sure means, "Ciao!"

PS: We also had shots today. Baby took it like a trooper and Mom remained breezy and nonchalant the whole time. I am a little smug.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Weezy Wednesday's: The Things that Matter

As this blog is, in part, an effort to document the important things in my daughter's life I am humbled and proud to present to you: Eloise's first pigtails! It is things like this I'm sure she will thank me for later...

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sleep Deprivation is Hard on my Furniture

Last night marked my sixth night with little-to-no sleep. Sigh. Eloise is a party animal. She does her best talking, eating, dancing, thrashing, and fussing between the hours of 12:30 AM to 5:30 AM. Finally last night, I had HAD it and I determined that she needed a taste of her own medicine; I decided I would let her honestly cry (not just do her whining, fake-cry thing) for 10 minute before I rushed in to offer her my nurturing bosom. I came to this conclusion at 1:30 AM after an hour of rocking, singing, and cajoling her back to sleep. Twice. For the sixth night In. A. Row. Sigh, again.
At 1:45 AM I heard her first sniffles. After about 15 minutes of talking to herself, I heard the distinctive slurping of thumb sucking. A half hour later she started up again. She fussed for a bit then went back to sleep. Another 30 minutes passed and she woke again. Still she did not cry! Perhaps she is not the abhorrent sleeper I've accused her of being. Could it be I am merely an overbearing/over-protective/control freak mother? Who would have thought?
She woke up 3 times and put herself back to sleep each time. I am VERY proud of her, however it did not exactly help my sleep situation as I lay awake all night listening for her anyways. I assume if Weezy keeps this mature behavior up, my body will adjust again and I will be able to drift off before 5:30 in the morning. Until then, Brakes has taken to Gas-proofing our bedroom each night.

This is the result of me startling awake and rolling off the bed after I finally drifted to sleep in the early morning light. My bodacious post-baby bod demolished the night stand. If it were not a clip together number from Target, my self-esteem would be in ruins. Regardless, I think I will rev up the C25K program... just in case.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Jessica Simpson Watch Out!

Eloise in her daisy dukes can give you a run for your money! Check out her Uggs; she is SOOO Hollywood!

Weezy Wednesday's Presents: Thumbelina!

Our own little Thumbelina emerged from the flower that is our home (I never miss a chance to compliment my decorating sense) last week. After 5 nights without sleep, just when our darling girl sensed her parents were going to send her to Movy camp permanently, Eloise found her thumb! We've had 3 nights with sleep and I feel like a whole new woman. This morning Brakes and I heard cooing at 9:30 am and we peaked our head in to find Eloise with both thumbs in her mouth, laughing at her abilities; she thinks she is a down-right genius!

Here is Miss Thumelina Eloisa in action:

Monday, August 17, 2009

Eloise's Accessories

You may have noticed a common thread in many pictures of Eloise; the girl LOVES to accessorize! Currently she is on a bonnet kick! Every morning she wakes up and demands a bonnet to match her outfit for the day. She especially thinks the pink prairie bonnet is, "A-OK!.













Friday, August 14, 2009

My Bodacious Post Baby Bod

Wanna know what sound cheers up Gas in a matter of seconds? The free-wheeling zing of my zipper effortlessly zipping up in my fave pre-pregnancy summer shorts! Last weekend I was grumpy. Seriously grumpy. Us artistic types are given to frequent bouts of moodiness. As I am not that artistic, my grumpy spells don't last long and are generally not too serious, however last weekend I was in fact, really, very grumpy (and wordy. Obviously this tenet has yet to wear off). Not even a daytime date with my loving man could cajole me out of my malaise... until I tried on my fave summer shorts. In Northern California this Arizona girl does not often need shorts considering I start shivering when the temp falls below 80 degrees. However a couple of days each summer are much more comfortable when weathered in cotton shorts. These particular shorts I had bought last year, a week or two before I found out I was pregnant. At the time I was thrilled to find shorts that contained Jumbo (what my family lovingly calls my hienie. Is it weird that we make up nicknames for our body parts?) but I only got to enjoy them a "short" (hardee-har-har) amount of time, before pregnancy and cool temperatures made me retire these bad-boys to the back of the closet. When I was packing for vaycay a few weeks ago I tried on these shorts and I could barely get them zipped; Jumbo was not contained and a Muffin Top (shall we call her Muffy?) had joined him to complete the look. Needless to say, my shorts did not make the trip and I spent the majority of vaycay lounging around in muumuus (very forgiving, you know) and yoga pants.
Last weekend, because I was already grumpy, I decided to really pile on the heartache by trying on my favorite shorts. Imagine my ecstatic surprise and celebration when I heard that magic sound (please shut your eyes and relive it with me... ziiiiiiiiip. Like butta.) My gorge-shorts fit!!! I spent the rest of the weekend (and the better part of last week) walking around on cloud nine. Brakes thinks its hysterical that I cannot pass a mirror without slapping my ass and squealing, "I'm back, baby!" Though he does wish I would quit wearing my shorts to bed.
Up until now, I've followed the advice of my doctor, who sweetly patted my well-cushioned hip and told me to consider the weight I gain during pregnancy future food storage for my baby, and I've not actively dieted or tried to loose weight. I have not gotten on the scale or started any strict exercise plan. Breastfeeding supposedly burns around 700 calories a day so I figured I am already working out plus I get to eat dessert! I am jesting (mostly) but I have not really been focusing on my post-baby bod... until now! Now that I have concrete proof (my shorts) that my body will bounce back, I am more motivated than ever to speed this process up! Starting this week I am done with sweets- no more delicious chocolate covered blueberries and slow-churned creamy delights. I am all about green tea and fresh fruit when I need a little something sweet. Also the days of burritos the size of my baby are over; I will settle for a modest burrito bowl with no sour cream. I will not however give up wine (a girl has to draw a line somewhere). Or beer. It's good for my milk; why should Eloise suffer because Mommy is on a diet?
Also I am going to start exercising more than the occasional water aerobics class and walk to the local frozen yogurt shop. I went so far as to buy the 30-Day-Shred video, but after watching Brakes (who has annoyingly worked out 5 times a week since before I met him) struggle through it and then proclaim that Jillian Michaels is a "sadist," I'll save that one for later. Instead Eloise and I are doing the Couch to 5K running program. I am a swimmer by training but since I need something I can do with Eloise during the day, and while she loves to swim, her stroke is not quite up to par yet, so running is the program for us! We have all the equipment: new shoes, a brand new jogging stroller scored from Craigslist for less than half-price, these podcasts downloaded onto Brake's ipod, and knee socks for the Weez. We are ready to meet our destiny! Stay tuned for our updates and keep your eyes peeled; Weez and I may be pounding the pavement near you. I'll be the one in the hot shorts. :)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Late Edition of Weezy Wednesday

So much stuff brewing over here in the Brakes and Gas household that I almost forgot Weezy Wednesday!
Now for your viewing pleasure: The Amazing Jumping Eloise!
(Best viewed with head tilted to the side and volume turned down to tone down my moronic voice... sorry I WILL get better at taking movies, I promise.)

(Also, be kind and make no comments about my kid's prominent bald stripe along the back of her head... She really is a Grewe!)

Monday, August 10, 2009

Hawley Lake

Brakes, Eloise, Auntie Bun, Pavy, Movy, Roscoe, Uncle Brov, and Gas
(Thank you, Auntie Jessica for taking the pic!)

For several years my parents have been summering (doesn't that sound very fancy?) at Hawley Lake in Arizona with a group of people they've been friends with for 30+ years (my mother requested I not share exactly how many years for fear that it will date her). I spent my whole childhood in Arizona yet I never knew this amazing place existed.

It is located on an Apache Reservation and the Tribe rents cabins out for income. These cabins were originally built by rich Phoenicians looking for a way to beat the summer heat in the 40's and 50's. The Tribe gave them long-term leases for dirt-cheap so the rich families went ahead and built luxury getaways on their leased property. When the Tribe tried to raise the yearly up-keep fees by a few hundred dollars, the Phoenicians got uppity and refused to pay, thinking that the Tribe would back down. Not for the first time the Apaches were seriously underestimated and they refused to renew the leases when they came due. The Phoenicians had no choice but to abandon their cabins (some decided to burn them down rather than let the Tribe take them over). Today the cabins are in much the same shape they were in when they were built (think 50 year old stoves and antiquated plumbing) but lots and lots of charm in crazy beautiful surroundings.

We had a great time at Hawley Lake. Brakes learned to fly fish with the boys and Weezy and the girls palavered on the porch and went for nature walks. We ate amazing meals (Thanksgiving in July is my new favorite holiday!), had great conversation, and enjoyed lots of laughter. It was the perfect way to wrap up Weezy's first vacay!

Friday, August 7, 2009

Shotbuckets!

Sh*tbucket! It was that time again! Time for my darling girl's tender flesh to be pierced and pillaged by the savage point of an angry needle! Ugh. I was 3 weeks late for her 3 month vaccinations so we went on Monday. I buttered her up with playgroup first and then when she least expected it, I brought her upstairs to the injection room. Doom-da-doom-doom. Am I the only one who feels like I am bringing my kid to slaughter when shot time comes around? The only thing that made my guilt ridden mind feel better was seeing that they had the Eloise book (of course, we did not read it. Germs, you know.) for which Weezy was named after on the book shelf in the waiting room. This is not a super common book so seeing it, I deemed a good omen and I did not wimp out and run kicking and screaming back to the car.

When the nurse called her name, we bravely moved forward. I lay the Weez down on the table and the nurse prepared the needles. My eyes got huge when I saw how long the silver beast was and I querulously asked, "How does it not hit bone?" The nurse looked at me, then looked at Weezy's luscious thighs, then looked at me again and said, "Are you kidding?" Then she ruthlessly stabbed my baby deep into the muscle. I clutched the Weez to my chest and very imperiously said, "Just what are you implying?" Before she answered, she stabbed the other thigh. Both thighs! Agh! Then she looked at me and smirked, "Your kid's got thunder thighs."

Whhhhheeeeellll! I never! I gathered my delicate Weezy up and huffed out of the office, so caught up in this caustic exchange, that I did not even realize until later that my little lady never even shed a tear! She is such a brave girl! Maybe, knowing this, I will not put off her 4 months shots until they are almost a month late. Mmmm. I probably will.
Here Eloise is sleeping off the copious amount of Baby Tylenol my guilty conscience has jammed down her throat:

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Weezy Wednesday: Let the Festivities Begin!

I knew I wanted to marry Brakes long before I met his extended family: he is gorgeous, smart, and he thinks I am the beez-neez so why wouldn't I want to marry him? But let me tell you, if I had been on the fence the first time I went to his family reunion, would have sealed the deal for me!

Brakes' family is fantastic! They are a huge, wild group of loving, gregarious folks and they throw an amazing days-long party every summer at this magical place called, "The River House," in southern Maryland. The River House really is a magical place; it is so relaxing, accepting, and fun. When I am there each summer, I feel like I can finally exhale and begin to settle into my true self. I laugh harder, sleep better, and even food tastes better at the River House. (MMmmm, crab.)

This year Brakes and I were really excited to introduce Eloise to her extended family and initiate her into world of Propinquity. Judging by the way she handled the inaugural weekend cannon blast (yes, that is right, the reunion begins with cannon fire)- Eloise will fit right in.

Let the festivities begin!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

We're Back!

Hi friends! We are back from our travels! We had a marvelous time but it is nice to be back in our cozy home! I'll fill you in on our adventures in Maryland at Brake's family reunion (lots of stories to tell there!) and our explorations of gorgeous Hawley Lake in Arizona when I have my pictures organized. I am pleased to report that Eloise got nary a bug bite and not even a light tan on her unmarred complexion... and we did not have to use bug spray or sunscreen. Also she appears to have learned how to take a nap which bodes well for my postings schedule. We are getting back into the swing of things and I have some exciting posts planned (I have plenty to say after such a long hiatus) so be sure to check back soon! Until then feast your eyes on this gorgeous girl: