Treat Yo Self

I just ordered the most expensive bag I will probably ever own and I'm still giddy from the splurge. It's a Nena & Co. Day Bag II and it's going to be the sassiest diaper bag ever.

Nena & Co. is a socially responsible company that makes gorgeous one-of-a-kind bags using fabric used for Guatemalan huipils (handwoven traditional women's tops) and leather.

I love designer bags but have never paid full price. I drool over them in the department stores and then go buy last year's bags at TJ Maxx. I have never paid triple digits for a bag in my life.

I originally told Lee that I didn't want a push present, but that was prior to the birth. Turns out I labored 22 hours with a posterior baby who was 16 days late (that post will be coming soon) and I just decided that neverfuckingmind, I totally deserve a push present after that shit show.

Lee is currently leading a spring break trip in Zion National Park, but he flew into Vegas the day before and ended up winning an impressive chunk of dolla dolla bills at the Blackjack table that night. Soooooooo... he is buying me this bag. (I mean, we only have one bank account but it's the sentiment that counts here, right?)

The best part? He doesn't have cell service right now because he is in the middle of nowhere frolicking around the nature, so he doesn't even know that he is being so generous!

But now I have to wait for it to arrive, gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. And don't you worry, I'll reveal which one I chose upon its arrival.

A Successful Week of Momming

This week was a win. Tuesday, Lillian had her 2 month pediatrician visit and is crushing it at babyhood, duh. She's in the 80th percentile for weight and the 90th for height, like a boss. She got her first set of shots though... we both cried a little. What was worse, though, was the band-aid removal that night because yours truly had to be the source of the pain. The look on her face was heart wrenching. And there were three band-aids. There were more tears.

After the pediatrician's we ran some errands. I went through a Taco Bell drive through on the way to Wal-Mart (a necessary evil on occasion - both the fast food and the supporting of Wal-Mart). I parked, she was super pissed about being in her car seat, per usual. I proceeded to simultaneously change her poopy diaper on my lap in the driver's seat while eating my cheesy gordita crunch (with beans instead of beef because that shit scares me). I had one of those moments where I was like... yup, I'm definitely a mom now. Then I put her in the Moby wrap, got out of the car, and immediately felt something warm and gooey on my chest. Yes, she had indeed spit up down my chest... inside my shirts so it all collected in the built-in bra of my tank. So I scooped it out with a burp cloth and went on my merry way.

I took a victory picture in the Wal-Mart bathroom after I successfully hover-peed while wearing her, the culmination of my small mom-victories of the past half hour. I'm starting to feel like I've got this shit figured out.

Wednesday, we attending our local La Leche League monthly meeting. For those of you who haven't experienced being a human milk machine and aren't in the know, it's a breastfeeding education and support group. Breastfeeding is surprisingly complicated, ya'll. I always learn so so much at the meetings. Plus it's fun to see all the cute babies and get an idea of what to anticipate as she ages.

Thursday was mommy baby yoga followed by a hospital lactation consultant led new mommy support group meeting. Yoga is fun but I am not good at it... at all. I am so uncoordinated and not very stretchy. I used to be super flexible back when I danced and did gymnastics... when I was 6. But I will persevere, I've got over 20 pounds of pregnancy weight left and I refuse to be still talking about losing the baby weight when I get knocked up with the next one... which won't be for yearrrrsssssssssss.

I've made some connections with a few moms I've met at the meetings and yoga and have been corresponding with one of the moms from our Bradley Method birth class. Also, I just learned about a babywearing group that meets once a month that I'm excited to investigate. I'm trying to find my community here. I'll go insane if I don't. We moved here in August, and while Lee's family is here as well as one of my bestest friends, I'm really feeling the need for some ladies who recently made tiny humans with their uteri (yup, had to Google that one to be sure). I'm making progress, if nothing else I'm finding some good reasons to get out of the house on a regular basis.

The Ultimate Grilled Cheese and a Rude Baby

Hey you! So glad you're here and thanks for tuning in for another episode of "random blog post with no valid theme"...

Upping the bloggy game. I've been feeling disconnected and bored recently. Lillian and I have settled into our little daily routine and every second of caring for a baby is no longer a new and exciting adventure. Over the weekend I did a little blog redesign hoping that it will be the motivation I need to start blogging more frequently. I'm also going to get back into reading my Bloglovin' reading list on the daily, so if anyone is feeling helpful and would like to give me some good blog recommendations, please do. No seriously, I would love to know some of your favorite regular reads. Please share.

My kid is two months old. I don't know how it happened, but yes, she is two months old and working on all sorts of new tricks. She holds her head up like a boss. She is finding her voice and "talks" to us constantly, especially when she is displeased i.e. she is not being held by someone. She has slept for six hours TWICE within the last week. She can void the entire contents of her stomach in a matter of seconds. And she's really into subtly flipping the bird on the regular.

She gives zero shits.

The Ultimate Grilled Cheese. Yes please. I saw this video several weeks ago and it popped into my head last night as I was staring into our almost empty refrigerator at 1:00 am this morning. And since I'm a sucker for anything that involves melted cheese, I decided to go for it.

Great success! Give it a try. Impress all your friends. You're welcome.

Books on Tape. I've always loved books on tape but they used to be strictly relegated to car trips. But no longer! I've discovered Audible and have been listening to books nonstop recently. Lillian is still working her way up to being a great conversationalist, and in the meantime, we spend our days (and nights) listening to hours and hours of books on tape. I'm currently listening to the Outlander series, and while it is a bit more "chick lit" than I would normally read, it's perfect for my current distracted state of mind. I can tune in and out without completely losing track of the storyline, and the cheesy steamy 18th century sex scenes aren't frequent enough for it to be totally ridiculous. I'm a total sucker for historical fiction romance novels, definitely a guilty pleasure of mine.