Saturday, October 25, 2008
10 things I love about my Lanna:
10. The fact that you only go poopy every 4-5 days, thank you, thank you thank you.
9. The way you've totally filled out and quickly gone from a skinny chicken legged baby to a chunky monkey.
8. The fact that you already sleeping through the night - in my book only needing to feed once a night, and the fact that I don't have to get out of bed or even wake up to do it counts as STTN
7. The way you can instantly go to sleep when I put you in the Moby, sometimes you just need to feel close to your mommy.
6. The fact that you're already "talking" to us, you're little coos are like the music of angels.
5. The way you always fart whenever you sneeze or cough.
4. The way you smile when you fart.
3. The fact that you can sit and look at your self in the mirror for what seems like forever (5 whole minutes!)
2. How you love to just stare at your sister and smile.
1. The way your eyes light up and you crack a big tooth-less smile when you wake up in the morning and see me.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
IPC is where Bumps and Babies (the mommy group we go to) meets. Tira has also attended a couple of their play groups. A few weeks ago was their 25th anniversary party. There was a bounce house (which was in the sun and therefore too hot to play in), a playground with slides and swings, books for sale, cotton candy, face painting (but the line was super long), snacks, and a bunch of other stuff. In true Thai fashion, whenever anyone has something planned outside it pours, and I'm not talking about a little splish splash, I'm talking fire hose strength pouring down. We were banished into one of the rooms, which just happened to have all the food ;-) I gorged myself on samosas and donut holes while we waited out the rain. Here are a few pictures:
Tira "in" the bounce house, she wouldn't go play and I was too big to go in:
She L.O.V.E.D. the play firetruck and I had to pry her little hands off of the steering wheel to get her out (she wouldn't let any of the other kids play in it, why they tired to she gave them the evil eye LOL).
There was a balloon guy there and of course he made flowers and hearts for the three little girls in front of us but gave Tira a SWORD?! JUST BECAUSE SHE BARELY HAS ANY HAIR DOESN'T MEAN SHE A BOY :-(
Delicious Samosas, I felt really sick by the time we got home, I think I must have eaten 10+:
Saturday, October 18, 2008
2 pairs of REAL Victoria Secrect Pink pants for $9 total:
Adorable leather shoes for Tira, $4.50
3 long sleeved shirts, 1 short sleeved shirt, and two skirts all for Tira to grow into and all brand name (REAL Gap and Childrens Place! not knock offs) for a whoppin' $22
Following in that tradition I've now dubbed my mommy related injuries my new war wounds. Obviously my first 3 major ones would be 1) my c-section scar [which incidentally is looking FANTASTIC, way better/smaller then the first time around], 2)the ohh so lovely stretch marks, and 3) all those wonderful breastfeeding related aches/pains/bleeds. But aside from small scratches from razor-like baby nails, I've been pretty much unscathed in my 19 months of being a mommy. That is until yesterday.
Last night I went through our normal bed time routine with Lanna- wipe down, change diaper, nurse and hope she falls asleep. The previous few days it was taking quite an effort to get Lanna down for the night - hours of rocking, moby wearing, her falling asleep only to wake back up after 10 minute or so and having to start all over again. So when she fell asleep nursing before 10pm I was ecstatic. Our bed is higher then the average bed so I have to kind of stand on my toes, get one knee up and then push off my other foot to get the rest of the way up. The bed is in the corner against two walls and comes right up to the door.
It all happened so fast that I wasn't sure if just I had hit or if she had hit too. My dad came running as I opened the door, so I shoved Lanna in his arms and my mom popped out of the other bedroom just in time to ask what happened. I just said I fell into the door and I didn't know if Lanna was hurt then ran off to get an ice pack (I remember the ER doctor from when Tira fell and smacked her head telling us that it was important to get ice on it as soon as possible). I raced back to the room and in those 10 seconds I was gone Lanna had stopped crying. It was pretty obvious she hadn't hit because if she had there would have been some sort of mark and she would not have stopped crying. Non-the-less all three of us hovered around her checking out her head. I think she initially cried because the noise and motion of falling scared her awake. She was all smiles and coos by this point. I on the other hand was still a nervous wreck and my arm had started throbbing. I put ice on it and it seemed to help because the bruising seemed to go down and it was just red. However this morning there was a big 'ole nasty bruise on my arm and it has progressively gotten uglier as the day progressed. On top of that it hurts to bend my elbow, but I don't really care, I'm just glad Lanna's fine.
I was closest to the wall with the door. I walked over to the bed, still holding Lanna in the in my arms like I was nursing her (the less you move her the less likely she is to wake up), her head was towards the wall. I'm not sure what happened but after I got my first knee up and pushed off my other leg I lost my balance. I don't think I hand enough momentum to get all the way up onto the bed and therefore fell sideways/backwards right.into.the.doorknob and then sliding down. It was my full weight and then some crashing into the doorknob and it made a very loud bang. Lanna immediately started screaming and I immediately panicked, thinking that her head had crashed into the doorknob.
So here are pictures of my mommy war wounds from this morning (mind you the bruise is much darker and uglier now but I'm too lazy to take new pictures):
Monday, October 13, 2008
She gave us the "uhh ohh I've been caught red handed" look but we couldn't stop laughing so she started laughing pointing to her face and saying "ka-ka". My little goof ball.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
What? I'm not eating cookies for breakfast!
Ok so you caught me, but I'm too cute to say no to.