December 30, 2007

No Christmas photos yet…

I don’t have my Christmas video and photos on the computer yet but I just got some photos from Chloe’s birthday from my aunt. I’ll get those Christmas things uploaded sometime after new years. My house is a disaster. The tree is dry and needs to get composted and out of my house. Three words:

So. Many. TOYS!

I’m going to make it a New Years tradition to go through all her toys from the previous years and give a bagful to good will to make room for all her new stuff. It’s amazing how many little plastic and wooden things can fill up a house.

She has a load of toys from when she was an infant that she doesn’t really pay attention to anymore. Even when I hide them for a week and then bring them out again, they get about a minutes worth of attention and then they are just tripped over for the rest of the day.

Aunt Lisa, Chloe,Andere Spieler, die an Ihrem Spielautomaten online poker oder Ihnen beim Videopoker Spielen zusehen wollen, sollen Sie zunächst um Erlaubnis bitten. Me and Mom
Family

Aunt Lisa, Chloe, Me and Mom again.

Familyкомпютри втора употреба

Chloe the Model

Chloe the Model

December 22, 2007

My Little Funny Face

Chloe is walking constantly now. If she can be standing she is standing and whines when I lie her down to change her, like she’s trying to ask if I can change her while she’s up and around. Taking off the poop diaper is SUCH an inconvenience and keeps her from whatever important standing-type thing she needs to do on the other side of the room. Also, upright baby = a whole new level of things to put out of her reach. She’s getting so tall and that makes my apartment seem that much smaller. Anyhow… on with the pictures!

12.03.07 - I have no dignity. A scrunchie mom? On the top of my head?
Scrunchie Head

12.21.07 - O.M.F.G… mom put me on a rocket. Is this a hint?
Omfg a rocket!

12.21.07 - Hahaha I’m on a ROCKET! YAY!
Yay! A rocket!

12.21.07 - Mom thinks my squenchy face smiles are the best…
I'm so happy!

December 14, 2007

Got a Present in the Mail… we loves getting presents!

Here is Chloe receiving her second ever cross stitched ornament from Damon’s grandmother. She got her first last year. It’s a tradition in his family. All the grand and great grands get them. Damon’s saved his and we always put them all up on the tree every year.

This is for me?!?!
This is for me?!?

ZOMG HAPPY!
WooHoo!

December 13, 2007

Feeding Herself?!?

My baby girl… is feeding herself. /cry

Chloe is EATING ON HER OWN! She’s feeding herself cheerios. Seriously. My baby is eating all by herself. She just can’t eat them if they are on a plate or in a bowl. It must be dumped on the floor first before it can be consumed. =/
 
Yay for lint-y food!

It’s like one big giant leap for Chloe-kind after another? No pause between the awesomeness? She just saved it all up for a few crazy days of awesome? She still needs to learn that a sippy cup is for drinking and not for dropping and dumping out. =/

I went to Costco yesterday to buy more diapers and I stopped to get me a polish dog. (At a buck fiddy it’s still the best deal in town!) Chloe was being a good girl and sitting in the cart poking at her diaper box and at my food. We saw a little girl that looked smaller (younger) than chloe in the cart ahead of us walking around inside the nearly empty big basket area with a CUP in her hands. Not a sippy cup mind you but a full on CUP with soda in it. And she was balancing it, while walking, and then stopped every now and then to take a sip.

OMFG. I was like… “CHLOE! WHY AREN’T YOU WALKING AND SOLVING WORLD HUNGER RIGHT NOW!”

Then I had to slap myself when I realized what I was doing. I can’t compare her to other babies because she’s MY baby and every one is different. I don’t want to be one of those one-upsy type of mothers who always needs their child to be the brightest shining star. Too much pressure on the poor kid! I just want her to be as happy and loved as she can be. Also, I want her to be able to laugh at herself when she makes a mistake. It took me a long time to just let it go when I fucked up.

I’m a closet perfectionist and it really does mess with your life if you can’t just let it go. I screw up SO much that if I didn’t learn to laugh at myself I’d be a walking ball of nerves.

December 11, 2007

First Unassisted Walking!

ZOMGWTFBBQ FIRST WALKING!

Actually, this is the second time Chloe has walked unassisted. The first time was about 8 minutes before the video was taken. That’s when I called Damon and asked him how much longer he was going to be at work because his daughter walked for the first time. That’s when he reminded me that we own a video camera.

It was about 8pm on December 10th. Chloe and I were both in our comfy sweats and you can see me wearing Damon’s oh-so-sexy socks because they are warmer than mine! In the beginning of the video I wanted her to keep walking back and forth across the corral like she was doing before she realized I was watching her. No luck. I had to get in with her and run around to get her to walk for the camera.

I can’t belive how good she was doing! Today I tried to get her to do it again but she seemed all halfhearted about it. Lazy butt.

ZOMG VIDEO!

December 4, 2007

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

It’s totally late. I should have been in bed hours ago but whenever I get sucked into a project I always have a hard time putting it down. I got a new camera for christmas (early present) and I spent time today trying to get a christmas photo of chloe.

Last Year:

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

This Year:

What? I am so NOT pulling these icicles off the tree like you said not to.
Merry Christmas

What do you mean I’m too close?
Too Close!

No I don’t want to back up! I want to see what you have there!
Let me see that camera!

Are these all for ME?!? (nope!)
Are these all for me?

Mom, this dress is too long and I can’t crawl well even though I’m really supposed to be staying still under the tree where you put me.
I don't want to sit still!

This would have been a good one mom, but you still don’t know how to use that camera yet. That and I always make a goofy face now that I have teeth.
Daddy loves this picture...

Use this one mom. I’m not blurry and I actually sort of smiled.
I think we have a winner!

And yes… that is my nerdy, low energy LED Christmas tree complete with Chloe-proof decorations. All plastic or cloth and no hooks, just little loops of fishing line to hang them on the branches.

November 18, 2007

Bath Time then and now…

Bathing then:

They had us wheel Chloe into the next room where they showed us how to bathe her by demonstrating on another baby first so we could watch. Then, it was our turn. I got Chloe all naked while the nurse got the bath station prepped. She was not happy about being exposed after being so comfy and warm and was very squirmy and red in the face like she was going to make a fuss but just couldn’t quite muster it. I gently lifted her out of her bassinet and during her transfer to the bath station (two feet) she peed on me.

Washing her wasn’t what I expected. Instead of putting her in the little pink tub we put her on some absorbent towels and I had to put a very small amount of baby soap on a cloth and dip it in the water. Then I had to dribble the water over her until she was wet and then wiped her down with the same barely soapy cloth. Then I had to take another small amount of baby soap, lather it on my fingers and rub it all over her little head. When that was all done I took the cloth and swished it in the tub, brought it out loaded with water and squeezed it over her to rinse her off.

When the water first hit her she wailed. I had never heard her make a sound anything louder than a little mew or grunts and snorts. Hearing her cry made me pretty happy because I was afraid she just wasn’t strong enough to really belt it out. Turns out she’s just a happy baby and saves up the wailing for when she really needs it. After drying her off Damon and I bundled her back up and then took her temperature. She dropped quite a bit and the nurses said that babies this little can lose heat very quickly and a lot escapes through their head so we save the head for washing till last. We had to get heated towels to re-wrap her in and it brought her temp back up. The nurses said when I get her home I can get a space heater and put it in the bathroom to heat it up for the bath so her temp doesn’t drop so fast and she won’t need more than maybe one or two baths a week since she doesn’t sweat like big people do. It’s just to get the crust of living off her every now and again.

Bathing now:

I had to edit creatively because Chloe kept standing up and showing off her goodies. And the transition from bedroom to bathroom had to go too because Damon whipped off her diaper and made her do the jiggle butt dance in front of the camera, then said he was going to show future boyfriends. I thought it was hilarious and wanted to leave it in but then had thoughts of social services knocking on my door to take Chloe away because I exposed her jiggles and bits on the interwebs.

November 12, 2007

First Dentist Appointment

Brown Eyed Girl

My brown eyed girl. <3

We had our first dentist appointment today. She loved the waiting room, she loved her new toothbrush. She HATED being held down so the dentist could examine her. I made an appointment this early because her two top teeth had a worrisome discoloration. Turns out that sometimes when babies are born early, their enamel doesn’t completely finish developing as their bodies are more concerned with things like heart, brain and lung function to bother finishing the teeth.

The dentist said that I have to be vigilant with brushing because those parts of her teeth where the enamel isn’t as thick as it should be is really susceptible to cavities. As if my job wasn’t already hard enough… her bottom teeth look fine. I think the top two, since they were the first to erupt, will probably be the only teeth affected. I hope.

He also said that unless she knocks a tooth out of her head or something starts to rot in her mouth that I don’t have to bring her back until she’s three years old.

November 6, 2007

Damon’s first business trip and Chloe’s first credit card purchase

November 6, 2007

So it’s 4:00am and I just got off the phone with Damon. He’s on his first business trip ever and they sent him to Australia. Left at 10pm on Saturday night and I have to pick him back up at 10am Friday morning. He got a head cold two days before his flight so he was pretty miserable for the 14 hour flight. Not only that but he had to fly coach so he couldn’t sleep the entire flight. According to the people at work he was stuck in coach because of the short time frame (he was told pretty much less than a week before he had to fly out). When he asked about an upgrade to business, which is what people usually get shipped over on during business trips when the flight is longer than six hours, they said that it would cost $14,000.00. He said, “Don’t you mean $1,400.00?” and they said, “Nope.” He traveled with a co-worker so at least he wasn’t alone.

When they landed Damon was pleasantly surprised that he could buy medication from a Chemist (that’s Australian for pharmacist) with happy fun time codeine mixed in, without a prescription. He slept for like 15 hours and woke up feeling much better but still under the weather. Hopefully the cold goes away before he has to fly home.

My mother is coming over tomorrow and will be leaving Friday after I pick Damon up from the airport. She’s coming over because I’m terrified of trying to navigate SFO all by myself with Chloe in tow. I was the chauffeur for the two of them on the way to the airport and so I was given GPS like instructions (turn here, drive one mile, turn there… etc) to get to the right place. All I had to do was slide into the drop off area, let them off, and then slide right back onto the freeway going back home. It was super easy to get home from that drop off area.

Getting back is going to be harder because I’ll be by myself and I’ll have to actually find parking and go into the airport to find him. My dad is going to meet us there and I’ll transfer my mother off to him to be driven the rest of the way home so she doesn’t have to take the train back.

I’m pretty pissed at T-Mobile. Before Damon left on the trip we called them to ask about coverage over there and how much it would cost to call. They told us they had coverage over there and it would cost $1.50 a minute to make a phone call and 35 cents per text message. I waited and waited for a phone call but I didn’t get one until now because his phone gets NO service over there and he wasn’t sure how much it was going to cost to call from the hotel. He still doesn’t know how much he’s going to be charged for the call but we talked for about 13 minutes and he gave me his hotel information and phone number but he said I’m going to have to look up the country code for Australia to make use of the number. I told him that unless someone is dying and even then I probably won’t call just because he’s a million miles away and can’t do anything about it anyhow.

I knew he landed ok though because the credit card I set up for him to use for business crap that would have to be expensed later sends me email notifications every time a charge goes through. Since it’s only supposed to be used for business trips I have the alerts set up on it just in case someone gets the information and uses it fraudulently I’ll be notified. I didn’t turn it off when he started using it but I did call the card company and informed them he’d be in Australia so he wouldn’t have any trouble using the card.

Speaking of credit card fraud. Chloe made her first CC purchase a week or so ago. Funny story. She loves to play with game console controllers. When daddy is playing a video game she gets excited and wants to mash the buttons too. This usually makes it so Damon can’t play very well and so he usually passes her a controller for another console for her to play with while he’s playing with his. So side by side they sit, mashing on their respective controllers. Usually we let her play with an old game cube controller because controllers for the next gen consoles actually boot up the systems when the right button is pushed.

Damon was retarded and left the XBOX 360 controller in her little corral after playing a game at one point and she, of course, found it. Nothing goes unnoticed by this girl. So she of course must have played with it because I found a charge for 5000 gamer points (about $63 worth of virtual “XBOX bucks”) used to purchase various xbox live games and etceteras. At first I didn’t know how much was actually spent because the email I received notifying me of the purchase just said “thank you for your purchase of 5000 gamer points!” or something like that. I was like, oh Damon must have bought a small game that was on sale or something. I didn’t even question it because I trust him to make smart choices with games and money and he lets me know when he’s going to spend more than 20 bucks on something game related so I can sign off on it since I balance our finances.

A few days after I get this notification email about the purchase of gamer points Damon logs onto xbox live and says, “WTWTF? I HAVE 5000 POINTS!” I was like “er… duh didn’t you buy them? I got an email about it a couple of days ago and thought you picked up a small game or something.” He then informed me about how much 5000 points is worth in real money and that’s when I was using W, T’s and many F’s to express myself. He said he didn’t buy them and I know I didn’t buy them so the first thing I thought of was identity theft! Oh crap. Someone got our information and is charging crap on our card. But that was a knee jerk reaction to a purchase we didn’t make. After my brain actually kicked in I realized that wtf… the points showed up in our account. Why would a thief buy gamer points that only we could use?

I then saw Chloe go for her game controller and put 2 and 2 together. I remember finding the 360 on one day and found the controller in Chloe’s corral, got mad at Damon for a second only thinking about the energy loss from having the console on, and took the controller out and put it away on the coffee table in the controller basket where it belonged. I figured Chloe had done it because we’d seen her turn the thing on before. All you have to do is push the big button in the middle of the controller.

Apparently it only takes a few button pushes to purchase gamer points once the system is on when it’s set to auto login to xbox live. The correct combo isn’t hard to get blindly. In addition to the gamer points she then managed to mash her way into purchasing some soccer logos and something else we’d never use. Damon has since set the game up to not auto log into xbox live when the 360 is powered on. Now you have to put in a code. Damon said that if she manages to put in the correct code, accept it, and then hit the right buttons to purchase more gamer points, then we were destined to have those gamer points because it would be a miracle.

I told him, miracles aside, that if he left any controllers (or a cell phone) that could spend money with some button mashing, in her reach again, that I’d pack up the game systems until Chloe started school. Even with the login code in place I still don’t trust it. It’s only four controller button pushes in the right order to log in. She managed to smash the right combo to select the most expensive gamer point purchase AND hit yes to confirm it. What’s four more buttons?

November 1, 2007

Bath Time…

Someone at lucas took a non-blury photo of damon and chloe on stage. (Damn my camera!)

Stage Munki

I gave Chloe a bath tonight and I was so tired that I just crawled in the tub with her. It was easier than leaning over the edge and trying to keep dry. She thought it was funny and kept taking the washcloth away from me when I tried to scrub her. She tried to help but just ended up smacking me in the face with the soggy cloth. (Some help.)

I need to get one of those gardener kneeling pads to put in front of the tub when it’s time to bathe her. Leaning over the edge is murder on my knees. Right now I just get a spare towel and kneel on that. It helps but it’s not very cushy.

Usually I take her out of the tub as soon as I’m done cleaning her up, but since I was in there too I just stayed until she got prune feet. She got pruney way before I would have. Maybe because she’s smaller and takes less time to soak up extra H2O?

I filled the tub with bubbles and she kept trying to catch my toes but I’d pop them under the foam so she couldn’t see them anymore and then peek them back out again for her to grab at. It was tripping her out. At one point she shoved her head after my foot, got a face full of suds and shot a booger out of her nose as she snorted to clear the bubbles.

She didn’t cry though. I was surprised about that. She just turned around and looked at me with that “WTF just happened?” kind of look and fussed away from me when I tried to wipe her face off. I used baby shampoo to make the bubbles because I knew she’d get them in her eyes and possibly try and eat them.

And out of all the freaking toys that were floating around in the tub with us, what does she play with the whole time besides my toes? The foot scrub brush. You know… one of those brushes that have soft bristles for the toes and the other side has pumice for the rough skin? She wouldn’t ignore it even when it was placed out of her reach so I just let her have it. I don’t know why I spend any money on her. She’d rather play with all my shit. I should just buy myself stuff and we can both play with it!

I have the best ideas!  (not really)

P.S. It turns out what I thought were mice or rats were actually bats. And they won’t leave. I love watching them fly around in the twilight, but I hate all that poop! Landlord put a fake plastic owl up on the roof to try and make them move out but those flying rodents don’t care.