Because I’m still getting used to my camera, lo these 11 months into our relationship, 3 of these clips lack sound. You’ll have to mentally improvise.
Sorta Sittin'
It's Difficult to Wake a Sleeping Nuggie
Great head control, V!
And most recently…
The little bruiser
Stella McCartney for Gap Kids. Yes.
From the site:
Stella McCartney creates a collection for boys and girls from 0-6 months to 12 years. The collection features her signature touches – a soft color palette, familiar silhouettes and her unique mix of unexpected pieces, creating looks that stay true to Stella’s unique vision, reinterpreted with GapKids’ playful, child-like charm, keeping fun and practicality at the forefront of the design intent.
“We’re thrilled to have the opportunity to build on successful past collaborations with a world class design talent like Stella,” said Marka Hansen, President of Gap brand. “I’m looking forward to offering our GapKids and BabyGap customers her unique interpretation of Gap’s casual American aesthetic. Her experience as a parent and designer are sure to delight both kids and parents alike.”
An emotional week in Babyville- the nuggie’s last day at daycare was Thursday. I ended up keeping her home because her cough sounded bad, but we went in at the end of the day to pick up her things and say goodbye. Her teacher Miss Tutu gave her lots of kisses. I cried. My mom always said, “Motherhood breaks your heart.” She’s right…
Then on Friday we started SOLIDS! I mean, “solids” is a bit misleading – more like viscous liquid. We filmed ourselves giving Virginia her first tastes of rice cereal. She started out pretty suspicious, letting the warm goo dribble down her chin onto the plastic bib, squeezing it out of her mouth as she analyzed the texture. Once evaluated, she would learn over the spoon and try to inhale its contents.
Now, on Day 3 she seems to know what it is at least, and a little bit more of the stuff is getting inside her and not just inside the catch-all pocket of the bib.
I’ll share the video soon so you can really follow along at home.
Today, I busted out the Beaba Babycook to prepare some food for her next taste experience: carrots!
The machine is pretty cool in that it’s small, the pieces are few, logically labeled, and smartly designed, and that the unit both steams and purees fruits and vegetables into healthy, fresh, affordable babyfood. They don’t tell you (or maybe they do; I lost the manual) that the thing gets so F%$#@n hot that if a finger so much as grazes the surface of the steaming bin during use that finger will turn red, blister and the general vicinity will be aggravated by temperature and touch.
But whatever- I managed to finish making my carrot and breast milk mush and maneuver the stuff into these 1oz freezer cubes. It was fun! I just want to fill the freezer with thousands of food cubes now.
Okay! Time to pay attention to my husband. Bye!
Sometimes people ask me if my baby is named the way she is because I am *from* Virginia, or if my husband is from there, or if she was conceived there or if I just really love the State of Virginia. No. None of these things.
If I named my baby after something I really love she’d have been Google Image Search Wallace.
Today Mike and I took the nug out to Flushing Meadows park in Queens. I had tickets to a friend’s play at the Queens Theater in the Park and Mike was just going to stroll around the park with V, and maybe check out the Queens Museum next door.
Riding the 7 train out to the park, ours was one of 4 strollers in the car. 3 were occupied by babies or small children and the 4th was like a zombie stroller- a dirty Graco stuffed with junk and held together in places with duct tape, protected by a plastic rain shield. Mike and I agreed it’s really rather depressing / gross to see a childless stroller used like that. Get a cart or something- but don’t use a stroller. You know?
What else… oh! The widge got her second dose of Pentacil, Rota, and um… one other thing on Friday, weighed in at an astounding 18 lbs 10 oz., and is going to start getting mushy foods stuffed into her face next weekend. The doctor also encouraged me to try to eliminate at least one of her night feedings, saying she is fully capable of sleeping through the night and will drink the same amount of milk in a 24hr period regardless. It’s hard though – until we move to a 2 bedroom the widge will continue to sleep immediately to my left in her co-sleeper, making it heard to ignore her nocturnal stirring.
AND -My coworker and pal Jill had her baby! A beautiful little girl named Jane – born October 21st at 6:58pm – making *me* the winner of the office ‘baby pool’ (I swear that Jane and I were not in communication on this.)
For some reason, throughout Jill’s pregnancy I was completely convinced she was having a boy- like 100% sure – despite having no evidence, obviously. So not only was I so excited to hear the news of the wee one’s arrival (Jill had planned on a natural birth at the Roosevelt Birthing Center where Virginia was born but ended up with an induction and an epidural, and was no doubt just eager to meet her baby already!) but shocked to hear that it was what? a GIRL? I went to bed smiling. Another plus is that Virginia’s once-worn or NEVER worn dresses and onesies can have a second chance.
Adorable!! So thrilled for her.
And now, I am going to select my and Virginia’s outfits for tomorrow, brush my teeth and crawl into bed. I pulled out the flannel sheets last week and put them on the bed. How great are flannel sheets? They make it nearly impossible to get up in the morning.
I am on the M60, on my way into Manhattan to participate, along with some co-workers, in the breast cancer walk in Central Park. My plan was to bring the widgie in her stroller as well and I didn’t really think much of it when the forecast promised rain for the entire weekend.
I thought I’d head to my mom’s place around around 7:30, so I could use her lightweight MacLaren and leave my bulky Vista at home. Then I would make my way up and across town with stroller and babe.
Only hearing my mom say, “You’re going to go completely out of your way at 7am to pick up a stoller you’ll have to carry by yourself up and down 5 flights of stairs so you can take your baby, who has a bad cough, for a 3 hour walk in the cold and damp?”
Oh. Hmmm…
Yeah. I guess that wasn’t really the hottest idea, huh? Sometimes my ambition to be an amazing mom outstrips my capacity for logic.
That’s right, I’m not Supermom. I didn’t come up with something really complicated and highbrow for my baby’s first Halloween, so instead she will be a loaf of bread like 4.8% of the infant population that isn’t going as a pumpkin/peapod/ladybug/Travelocity Roaming Gnome (tm).
No diss on myself but I really think Virginia is a way better looking baby than I was. Have a look!
Here I am as a scrunched up small thing with my dad:
As you can see I’ve kept his crooked mouth, scraggly eyebrows and double chin.
And here is Virginia with her daddy, at my 29th birthday party this summer.
Here is a picture of me about to kill myself off the living room chair…
Abnormally huge head
And here is the nuggie’s far less elephantine bean:
Acceptable baby head
I could go on …but why?
The nuggie *is* starting to lose her hair though. Her little crib is full of babyhairs where she lays her head. She is also a giant and I think we’ll introduce some rice cereal by the end of the month. I introduced myself to it years ago and still eat it.
Like the elephant-headed weirdo that I am.
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