Monthly Archives: April 2010

Mother’s Day approaches!

Oh what to get for the mom who has everything… ? Or what to ask for if you, like me, will be celebrating your first Mother’s Day this year! Here are some recent Etsy faves…

Sailor Tote - $33

Custom Silhouette Plate - $35

Personalized Bunny Pendant - $48

Handknotted genuine pearl necklace - $105

Vintage tin rose napkin rings (6) - $10.99

Ivory Spring Coat - $72

Double Sweetness sash - $23

Clearly I want to live my life as an enormous 6yr old.

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Nine. Times.

Nine TIMES that little bulu threw up last night.

Miss Virginia is a strong, healthy, happy baby so I was very concerned and confused when I heard her heave an hour or 2 after going to sleep. I told Mike to go in and check on her. “She’s fiiiine!,” he said. “Please just go check on her?” As Mike went into to look at her I asked “did she barf?” and I heard him laugh and then pause before saying, “She did. How did you know that?”

Because I am a MOTHER and I have supersonic babytrouble detection ears. The poor bug had vomited in her crib and looked like a pale noodle when she was handed over to me so Mike could deal with the damage. “I’m afraid Sandwich Cat didn’t make it.” This is the first time anything like this has ever happened and I have to admit I was TERRIFIED. Instantly my mind is flashing through- what did she eat? What did she find on the floor and swallow when I wasn’t looking? Was it white beans? Can you be allergic to beans? Is it botulism? What’s the number for poison control? Is she hot? She’s not hot. At least she’s not crying. Wait, why isn’t she crying? Why are her lips beige? How many more times will she throw up? I need to google this. Should we call 911?”

Ohhhh, she threw up on our bed, and then on a Marc Jacobs beach towel, then on another towel, then on the bedroom floor, then on the already-barfed-on duvet, then on the floor again, then on one of those towels again, and so on. We wiped her face and washed her hands and arms and cleaned the vomit from her hair and sweet little face as we waited for the pediatrician to respond to our page. His advice was pragmatic: babies barf. Get some pedialyte. If she is still throwing up after 8 or 12 hours, call me.

I curled up with her in a nest of partially-compromised duvet on the floor and tried to get her to rest. She conked out while Mike was out buying Pedialyte, and after a few more wake, gag, spew episodes she seemed positively upbeat and giggly. “Sleeping” on the floor was getting mighty uncomfortable for me so around 2am we moved the bug in between us on the bed where she thankfully took a couple ounces of the Pedialyte, slept, and didn’t throw up again. Phew! This morning she awoke, chatty, rosy and hungry for breakfast. Our supernanny, Patti, made her some fresh mashed banana over oatmeal before going out for a nice stroll in the sun. She feels a little warm but at least the worst is over.

I’m sure by the time she’s five and this has happened many times over, I’ll be used to it; but the first is always so scary.

We went a-swingin’

My mom and I took the nug out for some swing time on Sunday. She enjoyed it immensely at first, then her interest waned in favor of checking out what the other children were doing: big kids on big kid swings, small kids on razor scooters wearing helmets, medium-sized kids on razor scooters without helmets, boys playing basketball… very, very fascinating to the young nuggleton.

People food

Virginia had a busy weekend exploring various parts of Manhattan and Queens from the comfort of her Vista or baby backpack. On Saturday, Mike and I took her on the long stroll from Sunnyside to LIC, through the sparsely populated and slightly trecherous terrain between those two neighborhoods, wherein the nug decided to throw caution to the wind and sneakily discard both her left sock and her brand new sunglasses. “I’m FWEEEEE!!!,” she widged. On the way home she did the same with her hat but thankfully I noticed before we had gone too far and walked back across a broken glass-strewn vacant lot and halfway onto the Pulaski bridge to retrieve it. Oh that mischievous bug!

About to eat a DVD

I am my own baby!

For Easter Sunday we had lunch at Angelica Kitchen on 12th st. Since all the food is vegan and delish, I figured the bulu-san could enjoy some new things. I let her try some mashed potatoes with brown rice gravy, some hummus, and my cauliflower soup. She made her “this is weird” face for all three but seemed to enjoy licking my ice cream cone from Lula’s Sweet Apothecary later on. She is still really vibin’ on cheerios and arrowroot cookies for the time being.

Other favorite things? So glad you asked! In order of appreciation:
1. Blackberry Curve. It has a rubberized back and sides that she loves to chew on. She also likes to squeeze the keys and screen as hard as she can with both hands while clenching her jaw.

2. Paper / paper products. She loves sheets of copy paper, newspapers and magazines, postcards grown-up books, baby board books, tags on clothing… It all ends up in her mouth, and occasionally (sorry for TMI) in her poo (according to Mike) We don’t let her have “grown up paper” anymore (she gave herself a nasty papercut) but we can’t really keep her own books away from her so we’ll just swap them out as they begin to disintegrate. At my mom’s place she has these two playing cards that she holds while we change her diaper (to distract her) but after we’re done she refuses to give them up and will go about her business never letting the cards out of her grip. Literally. Hours. Tap, tap, scrape….tap, tap, scrape… She crawls with them, picks herself up and cruises along the length of the couch with them, etc. I think she believes that if she lets them go we will take them away for good. She’s not going to let that happen.

3. Cheerios. All problems can be solved with a “little o!”

4. The VCR. Typical. She likes to stick her whole hand in the flap.