The Trials and Milestones from Month 5

Stats -

Weight = 16 lbs 12.5 oz

(How did we get to have a weigh in? Because she contracted another ear infection. Fun times)

Milestones:

She's now on rice cereal and she's feeding herself...well, kinda.

It does make for a VERY messy baby afterwards though...

With 5 months under her belt, she now has her own set of wheels. Watch out world, there's no stopping this little lady!

She's got the rolling round and around down pat. So gone are the days where you can leave her in Spot A and expect her to still be there. And the real trouble is going to start soon, as she's now scootching (is that a word?) her butt, trying to crawl.

Trials:

She's now very well aware of her surroundings. So much so that when I or my husband leaves the room with her alone, she starts wailing. And I mean wailing.

She's also decided that our bed is THE place to be at night and will proceed to scream until we pick her up and put her next to us, which she will then snuggle up to either one of us and close her eyes. It's cute, but in some other ways, not so much.

Last night was the first night in a veeery long time where she:

(a) fell asleep in her crib

(b) stayed asleep (this is key) for more than 10 seconds. She actually slept for 3 hours. So it was a surprise. (hahahhha - this is me laughing maniacally - to think that I'm ecstatic over 3 hours of sleep....she used to go for a full 8 hours at 2 months)


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Take a Guess....

What is this?

Anyone?

That is my dog, trying to hide under the bed because there's a storm outside.

Score!

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Happy Mother's Day!

To me, to my mom, my grandmother and all the other moms out there!

To celebrate my first ever Mother's day, I bought something for both myself and in the long run, Isabel. (I love how I can justify my shopping...This necklace? Oh, it'll be for my daughter...This $3000 bag? Oh, it'll be an investment piece for Isabel...That $200 facial? Oh, that's so that Isabel won't scream in fright when she sees me...Come to think of it, maybe a facial wouldn't be such a bad idea after all, as you will see at the end of this post)

A necklace with an "I" that I can wear, so that I will have her with me all the time. When she's 10 years old (Or 12, I haven't decided yet), it's hers to wear.

Isabel came home that Friday clutching a bottle of Inniskillin...Apparently she thinks I need some "chill time"...Daughter did good as that's my fave...However, since I'm still breastfeeding, I'm now resorted to staring at the bottle while pounding my head on the table because I can't have any (have you seen the alcohol content of these ice wines??!!)

The lovely ladies at daycare helped Isabel plant a flower in my honor and there was the cutest card made out of her hands and feet. Now I'm tempted to bust out the water colors and do a project too...something like the one Lucas did for his mom over in "And Baby Makes 5!"...Since I pretty much have black thumbs, at least my house will have one guaranteed flowering pot that's not dead, on it's way to being dead, or trying to inch its way out of my house so that it won't end up dead.

As for my day, it was great! The weather was absolutely gor-ge-ous, more so considering the fact that the whole of last week was just gloomy and crummy with rain. I got to sleep till 10.30am, and woke up to breakfast all prepared...My husband even planned for lunch (although perhaps this whole making the meals thing isn't really his forte, as he ended up with a wretched stomach and was heaving constantly later that night)

Our lovely tree in the backyard was in full bloom

Breakfast -- not on Mother's day - I forgot to take a picture...this was from the week before. Yes, my husband started "pampering" me the week before. I'd like to think that it's because he appreciates how much I've done, but I have a strong suspicion it's because he didn't want to hear me complain....Hmmm....

A lovely all-American lunch to accompany the beautiful day outside (And no, that's not my beer, although I can't say that I didn't try to lick the bottle. Hey, it's been a LONG dry season for me. Don't judge.)

Even Isabel wanted a bite! We'll be starting baby food soon...I'm excited!

And the best thing was that he helped me finish a project that I've been meaning to start over a year and a half ago, but finally got the motivation (complete with instructions via "Life in the Fun Lane") and actually completed it in record time.....And to boot, we rearraged the whole guest room so it looks a little more finished (Again, I'm on a home decorating kick, which explains why I'm constantly droning on and on about it here)

Excuse the baby...

She has to catch up on her reading...

We still need a rug, and I'm toying with the idea of making an ottoman for seating, instead of having the accent chair (which, btw, my mom said it looks like a bed...I'm guessing she's not a fan? Pity I've already finished the cover for the other chair....) If so, then we'll revamp the full-length mirror that we already have to go into that corner.

But all this was done with what we already have...only expenditure was for the fabric and the batting, which cost about $30. Not too shabby! Until I've saved enough to warrant this lovely from Pottery Barn:

This will do. Hope it was a good one for all my (three) readers! And yes, I am aware that I look no better than something that the dog dragged in...but isn't that the core requirement of deserving a great Mother's Day? It's like my badge of honor, and I am wearing...looking... it proudly

4 Months Old (3 weeks ago!)

Stats:

Weight - 15 lbs 12 oz (96th percentile)

Length -- 26" (99th percentile)

We had a visit to the doctor's when Isabel turned four months (back in mid-April --- Yes, I'm lagging) and she got her measurements taken.

When I expressed my concern about her not growing, the doctor laughed. I think he found me quite amusing. According to him, she's the size of a small 9 month old. And he asked me what size clothes she was wearing.

I was a little sheepish to admit that I've still been stuffing her in the same clothes from 2 months ago.

So when I got home that day, I packed up all of that and moved on to the next size. Because admittedly, it was getting more and more difficult to button her up. Not because she's hefty. But because she's long. Matter of fact, I was so excited that the weather was finally getting warmer that I pulled out a brand new romper (one of my rare clothing purchases for her), but to my dismay, it didn't FIT. The sizing stated that it was for 3-6 months but I couldn't button up around her diaper. Gah.

Goes to show that it really isn't necessary to buy a ton of clothing when babies are younger than the age of 1, since they grow like weeds.

Slip Into Something...

Lately, I've been on a roll to change the decor of our house...Or rather, I'm finally starting to focus on doing SOMETHING to the house that will prevent it from looking like one of those "Befores" on the HGTV shows. (We are still trying to transition out of that "poor college kid" rut)

Since we live less than a quarter mile from the beach, it's only appropriate that our house should reflect an environment that's airy, carefree and relaxing. Enter the color white.

So as part of this transformation in the living room, while paying attention to the fact that we are on a strict budget this year, I've tried my hand at sewing some slipcovers for our accent chairs that we bought last year (hence, I can't really just junk them and get new ones)

BEFORE

First attempt

Cost of fabric - $20

Verdict - Ugly as heck

Second attempt

I dug out one of the flat sheets from my linen drawer and tried again. Just because. (I don't like failure)

Changed the design slightly, and I thought it came out much better. Ahhh...sigh of contentment.

However, I just realized that the chair is too big for the space that I was going to move it to...So I now have to make a second slipcover if it's to stay in the living room.

Crap.

A New Train of Thought

For the last couple of days, I've been feeling under the weather. No, I don't mean in terms of health. Well, at least not physical health.

See, my husband and I have decided - or more accurately, I've decided, and my husband was stuffed into the train, bound and gagged - that 2009 is the year of saving. Because we are now responsible for a kid. And therefore, it's not prudent for us to spend without really thinking it through.

Meaning, that translates to a Chanel-less year for me. And that's put me in a very bad mood at times when I can't buy what I want, when I want.

What does one do about it? I purge.

After loading the entire Murano's truck space with stuff to be taken to Goodwill, I felt much better. Because even though I can't buy what I want, at least I was rid of stuff that I DON'T want. So that there's now space, glorious space that shall wait patiently to be filled.

(Although I am THIS close to junking our couch of 5 years to the curb...Considering the fact that we probably won't be buying another couch until next year, this "cleansing" tendency of mine is borderline dangerous)