Gretchen’s Favorite Things

We survived our trip, Ingrid did better than anyone, and it was great to see grandma even though it was freezing and rainy the entire time we were there. Feh.

Totally unrelated, my coworker is due at the end of the month, and I’m putting together a baby gift of my favorite things, a la Oprah.

So far:

* Nosefrida — the swedish snot sucker. LOVE. IT. And I know she’s going to be horrified, but when your kid is suffering with snot (and/or has a foreign object in their nose) the Nosefrida kicks ass.

* Babylegs — she’s having a boy, so I got the ones with flames. I love me some Babylegs, and use them mostly as buttless longjohns for Ingrid, as well as tights.

* Everywhere Babies — board book, I love it for it’s all-encompassing photos, gay dads, two mommies, nursing, babywearing, etc, but also bottlefeeding and strollers, it just covers all the bases.

* MotherLove Nipple Cream — kicked Lansinoh’s ass six ways from Sunday. Not sticky like lansinoh, great for pumping, all around good stuff.

* DIY Stretchy Wrap — a handed down one from an internet friend, that I still need to trim to size for my coworker. I’ll print off the instructions from the Moby website.

* “the milk memos” — a book about working and parenting, heavy emphasis on nursing/pumping etc, which she plans to do.

* Chux/Underpads — I have some leftover (UNUSED, of course) that I’m going to pass on, as I liked it better than a waterproof mattress cover, and they were great to put under my torso for milk leaks and such.

* Lansinoh breast pads — they worked best for me, and came with great samples of either babywipes or storage bags. I kept the babywipe samples in the car for emergencies, etc.

* Nipple Shield — I bought it for emergencies, because we don’t have a 24 hr store here, and I plan on handing it off to her for the same reasons. In case of emergency, break glass.

* Package of cloth diapers — from Target, not the high-end stuff — for all the purposes aside from diapering.

* Soothies — (I think, have to see if I can find them) great for sore nipples, which can happen in the early days, of course.

* DIY witch hazel pads — great for perineal care on me, and I’ve used them as wipes on Ingrid when she’s had a sore bum, and I used them on my face during that postpartum sweat-fest.

I’m so excited for her! Can you tell?

Looking Down


Looking Down
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It’s hard to tell from this photo, I think, but we are in a raised parking lot, looking down about a full story, and then some.

Really. Good. Day. I was all kind of apprehensive about today, Dave is working from 7am-midnight or so, so it was all me, all day long. We had baby swim class this am, which I’ve never attempted totally solo, and I realllllly didn’t want to go, but I did, and it was great. Came home, played a bit, Ing took a nap and I took a shower. I’d made plans the day before to have lunch with Andy, so once Ingrid was up, we were off.

We met up with Josh at the thai place, and Ingrid was a freaking gem. Both Andy and Josh are Not So About The Kids — by virtue of a combination of personality, prior work experience (servers) and general dislike of the procreation arena. Andy, however, has always been a great Uncle Andy to Ingrid, and he genuinely LIKES her. Josh, I don’t think, had ever met her until today, and I think his fears of toddler lunching went unproven. Ingrid ate some curry, some soup, some stuff I brought for her… and she played peekaboo and danced to the music and watched people going by and smiled and was crazy cheerful until about the 1.5 hour mark, when she got a little antsy while waiting for the check. So, she and I walked around the restaurant and looked out the windows at the cars and at the fishtank and at other people, and she was totally cool. This picture was taken after we walked up to my car, but before we got in (obv.).

After lunch, we went to Andy’s house in hopes we’d see his mom, who enjoys Ingrid as well, but she wasn’t there. We played with the dog a bit, and then headed out to get supplies for our flight. So glad I had the stroller. I used it at the craft store (total bust) and at Target, but not at Borders. Basically, the city is absolutely swamped with Canadian tour busses right now, there was one at literally every place I went, including Dunkin Donuts on the way home, and I didn’t need a CART but I did need Ingrid contained, and the stroller was great for that. I got her some triangular crayons (won’t roll off the tray on the plane!) and a book with pieces that lift out. I wish I’d known about thembefore, because I’d have Amazonned them, and gotten a variety, but I ended up with one with four shapes that are a little more complex than Ing can handle as far as puzzles go, but she thought it was neat. Anyway, there were literally about 4 carts left at Target when we went, so I loooooved having the Techno for that trip, especially since I didn’t need diapers or other Big Things.

We came home and played and read and Skyped with Aunt Kate, and now she’s asleep in her bed. It was such a great day! It has given me hope that we will survive our traveling on Monday. I hope.

Up close


Up close
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I love this picture. She’s just so great.

Anyway. So, we’re doing our benefits stuff this week, and I’m considering switching from a PPO to an HRA (health reimbursement account) which is basically a high-deductible plan, but with less OOP expenses. Has anyone done that? It’s about 1k less than the PPO, and this last year just seemed like we were always paying a copay for insurance we were already paying a lot for. (Disclaimer: I know, I know, we’re the lucky ones.) The year before, we had a plan switch mid pregnancy, but we hit the deductible or whatever really quickly, so I wasn’t paying much OOP, I don’t think. Also, we now have an FSA available, as well as a DCRA, neither which we’ve done before. I need to research of the DCRA is better than, in addition to, or worse than the child care tax credit. And also calculate what we should put in an FSA.

I am such a grownup. (But seriously, if you have any experience in any of this, I’d love to hear about how you figured it all out.)

Figuring out the puzzle


Figuring out the puzzle
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Yeah, I fell behind on my grand NaBloPoMo plans. Oh well. I was at the lake, with Ingrid, where this picture was taken. She’s sitting at my old kids’ table, playing with my old puzzle. Wild.

She’s getting so BIG now, and I miss my little baby. I feel like motherhood has given me so many new things to miss and be wistful for — pregnancy, labor & delivery (yes, seriously) those first hazy days in the hospital and at home, the first smiles the first everythings. And while she’s still growing and learning like mad (kisses! She mastered real kisses this week, and has been sneak-attacking, and the sensation is indescribably joyful) each evolution, something gets left behind. Foot clapping, not in ages. Forehead-kisses are a rarity now. Nursing. (I still miss nursing, in such a big way.) Even babywearing — I last wrapped her for a nap at a friend’s house, back in September. It had been months before then, too. I plan on taking it to Texas, but still. My days of almost daily wrapping are over.)

I love Ingrid in the present, don’t get me wrong! But I’m wondering what from this stage will be gone too quickly, over and done, and when will I notice? Even now — the last time we were at the lake, she was newly mobile, it was SO stressful, she wanted IN to everything, none of it babysafe. This time, she’s walking, playing with toys, more easily entertained and self-sufficient.

I just want one more. One. I dreamed that I was pregnant this weekend, that I was saying “No, Dave, I mean just one more for 2 kids, this one is that one, not one more after that for three!” But I am definitely NOT pregnant (I swear, half the reason I have an IUD is to prevent ME from having any ‘accidents’) and I was so sad to wake up and realize it was a dream. Even if we have another, it won’t be until 2010, anyway, because we simply cannot afford two in childcare. Period. And we really couldn’t afford for me to stay home without a job waiting, either.

Several of my online friends, who have babies born right around Ingrid’s birthday, are expecting again, or have had their second, and the envy is big. Or, another online friend, who’s had her second recently, in a spacing/employment scenario that I envision if we DO have two.

Which is the thing — I’m totally for two. Dave feels that we struck gold, why push our luck? There are differences — Dave didn’t grow up with his sisters, so while he has (half) sisters, he doesn’t have the sibling experience that I have, of growing up with someone. I just don’t feel done. I want one more. Just one. I wish it were an easier decision.

Self portrait


Self portrait
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My friend Amity takes a lot of sel-portraits, and so in between taking pics of Ingrid tonight, I turned the camera on myself. I’m so 32.

I guest lectured in the tech in ed course today, and busted a girl texting. Busted isn’t a fair word, it was a dark room, she was directly across from me and holding her cell up at eye level. But, listen up, when I’m talking, you put the damn phone away. Well, what I said was “Excuse me, please put the phone away, thanks. I love technology, too, but I’m talking right now.” She was both mortified and pissed, but, whatever, dude! I’m talking!

Funny how even though I haven’t been in front of a middle school classroom in two years, I still have it. Sadder still that undergrads aren’t far flung from middle schoolers.

Ugh.

I’m a bit neurotic about some things, carseat safety being a big one. Ingrid is still rear-facing, and will stay that way* as long as possible, which is hopefully to the limit of the seat, which is around 33lbs for rearfacing. Another element of carseat safety is that as little as possible gets between Ingrid and her carseat straps, so she generally never wears anything thicker than a thin fleece, and has been doing that so far this fall. Today, though, daycare asked that we bring in a warmer coat for her to go outside in, which meant I actually had to go BUY one.

Enter secondary neurosis: girl clothes suck. In general.  I lean towards basics, love brown and orange, and no words or characters. I like purple — the aforementioned fleece is purple — but pretty much despise pink. It’s in her wardrobe, but not as the primary color of anything, really, except for one bodysuit that I leave at daycare for backup. So, yeah, I’m neurotic about clothes. Shopping for a coat didn’t help. I checked Kohl’s, and… I just can’t do glitter liberally applied to faux fur trim. I just can’t. Not while I still get to choose, and Ingrid doesn’t have an opinion. (I fully recognize that Ingrid will be into deciding some of this for herself, soon, and I plan on letting her have a voice in that.) I did find, at the LLBean outlet, a bright orange parka (the Katahdin one) for half price. Score. Sold. 

I almost want her to wear it in the car, specifically to go visit my MIL, who will totally see it as us pushing her one more step toward a career in professional softball. Whatev.

*Although I’m already doing a pro/con list in my head about Texas — front face because it’s a better install with the travel seat and we’ll be getting there at 11pm? Or take the extra time in the car parking lot to get the RFng good and snug? And if we FF, will she become addicted to it? And this is after the internal debate of "maybe we should just take our regular carseat, is it more important to be safer every day in your hometown, or for one week in a strange place?" ARGH.

Voting Day!

I voted today! In the pouring rain, after dark, and with a toddler in tow. Ingrid voted with us last year, too, and I plan on taking her every year. Last year, one of the wardens was the guy that married us, and he held her while we voted. This year, he’s actually in an election, so he was only there on the ballot. (And I voted for him, of course.) This year, Ingrid sat on the little counter thing while I drew in the black lines, and she watched.

I remember going with my parents to vote, but in that little town, there’s on booth, like an outhouse in the corner of the town office, and the ballot box is made of plywood and has a little lock on it. I plan on taking Ingrid to vote every year, to see democracy in action, to see that your voice counts. I took Amy’s son, back in the Bush v Gore election (at the time, she wasn’t able to vote, and my polling place was conveniently at his school and she wanted him to see the process) and he actually drew the lines in for me. I look forward to doing that with Ingrid.

I didn’t sign all the petitions at the end, which I normally do, but for me the important part was to vote, and to do it in the rain with a toddler — when a lot of able-bodied people don’t bother — was as good as it was going to get tonight.

Today was also the first time for Ingrid to take a header off of our bed, which, considering we’ve been cosleeping for 17.5 months, is pretty remarkable. It wasn’t even at night! But this morning, as Dave was getting ready for bed, instead of toddling over to him, she inexplicably threw herself over the far side of our (unusually high) bed. I was at work. She cried for ten minutes, but recovered quickly — more quickly than Dave, even. I joked that the drop loosened up some stuck brain cells, because since then she’s perfected the art of kissing US (MELT) and learned how to say "grampy," which pleased my dad (on speakerphone) to no end.

Words

You know, we have a whole slew of new words in our world, and I was trying to remember them all.

Re-sook: To find a lost pacifier for a mostly-asleep baby who can’t find it herself.
Jamify: To undress from day clothes, change diaper, and put into pajamas.
Crankenmonster: When a certain baby is fussing.
Squirrelly: See Crankenmonster.
Sleepytime: Bedtime. "Are you ready for sleepytime?"
SnotSnuckler: The amazing Nosefrida.
Code Brown: A soiled diaper requiring the assistance of a second adult.
Cooked Carrot: Tired kiddo.
Frickin Frackin Fried: Tired Mama.
Ingy-Bug, Buggy Girl, InnieGriddie: Best thing EVER.

Stuff I want

Ordering windows now has me window-shopping in the traditional sense, not the literal sense, or whatever. Lots of things lined up that I am lusting after.

First and foremost, the Raynox DCR-250. It’s a snap-on macro filter, that is currently out of stock at all major camera operations, and only available on eBay. Of course. And new on eBay it’s more than B&H, but  . . . I looove it! And for $60 total, it really isn’t a bad deal. And before you say "ew, snap on filter?" check out the flickr pool for it. Way. Cool.

Speaking of flickr, and apropos of yesterday’s post, I also want to order some MOO cards, using the playground images at my bangorbaby flickr account (and making them bangorbaby cards — the email is fwded to my regular account, so it works as a contact info card for me as well, just makes them skip by my website first, really.) but those are $20.

Speaking of MOO cards, I saw this etsy store and love the wallet/moo card holder thing. I think. Wallets are hard to buy sight unseen, I think. I like the purple one okay on the fist page, and I liked this one in her sold items. $35, though, and I’m not sure I’d really like-like it.

I also came up with an interesting solution to the Darwin stairs — we still have no railing, because a railing means never getting anything in or out, ever again, and that’s just a pain in the ass. But! I had the flash of almost-genius of doing some sort of tall bookcase like thing, on a hinge, or bolted to the ceiling joists somehow, so that it provides a barrier, but is easily movable. Something like our friends’ secret door or maybe something like this mudroom thing from LLBean.  I’d also like to replace our two doormats just inside the door with one like this — not super pretty, but the jute one and bristly one suck. One that would keep the wood from getting shitty is what I’d like to have, screw cute.

But, what I do have is Ingrid’s christmas presents (table & chairs and easel from IKEA, these cardboard blocks from Lillian Vernon — total steal!), a roof over my head, an emergency propane heater (uh, Dave got a little freaked about the storm last night) and two! new! windows! coming soon. Yay!

Baby Swim Class

We’ve been doing swim class with Ingrid on Saturdays. Sometimes we both get in, sometimes it’s just Dave, and once, it was just me, but it’s a fun little gig and gets our asses in gear on Saturday morning. Basically, when I was a kid, growing up near water just evolved into knowing how to swim and liking lakes and whatever. Ingrid isn’t growing up like that, but I want her to be able to get her ass back on the dock should she happen to fall in. And, at least enjoy water some. Thus: baby swim class.

Today I sat on the bench while Dave did the pool part, and sat next to a mom, and we started talking, and OMG, it was so nice to Talk to a Mom. I mean, I work with mothers, but their kids are older than mine by a few years, and/or they are just different about stuff. This mom, we started talking about stupid things people say that come true (like, "it goes so fast!") and that led into her admitting that her kid still ends up in bed with them and how people giver her flak about it, which led ME into "Oh man, Ingrid wakes up with us every morning, and the way I see it, that’s the stuff I’m going to miss, so I might as well enjoy it while it lasts." I think this woman was actually relieved to talk about it, and we did, and then that led to discussing childcare, and how she is looking at centers because her mom isn’t really able to continue caring for her, and lo and behold,  her first choice is our childcare, so I gave her the scoop on that. She’s a middle school guidance counselor, so we talked middle school for a bit, and honestly, I think both our husbands were annoyed that we weren’t clapping for every splash our daughters were making, but OMG SO WHAT. She was also preparing for her first night away, and I shared my story of my own conference and how it was actually pretty refreshing, etc, and meanwhile our kids were being dunked by their dads, and it was great. Just to talk to a mom, IRL, was so nice. THAT’s the stuff I miss when it comes to being a working parent, and why I’ve set up an entire category at my Local Parents’ Site just for "working parents." So much of what happens that’s fun for kids, happens during business hours, to give the SAHMs something to do, and dammit, working parents need those connections too! AT LEAST as much as the SAHMs; too often the WOHMs are cloistered away in their office and when they do run into these group activities, the SAHMs don’t really get the challenge of the WOHM life, and the WOHMs don’t get the camaraderie of the SAHM life. 

Anyway. It was good. Now I’m finally going to get off my ass and order some MOO cards so that in the future, I can hand one to a mom like that.