Awkward

At work today, a partner told me that I was looking really skinny.  He then got very concerned and asked if it was on purpose, and if I was okay.  Uh...I had a baby?  I certainly wasn't planning on hauling around those 25 pounds forever.

The scary thing is that he said almost the exact same thing to me last year, just days after I found out I was pregnant.  This better not be a sign.

Speak Up

It's official, I am getting old. I no longer understand technology.

At work, I begged to get Windows 7 two (or was it three?) years ago because I wanted the bubble screen saver and the snipping tool. (I have excellent priorities.) And I got a new personal laptop with Windows 7 last summer.

Yet I still do not understand how this newfangled operating system works. What the heck are Libraries and where are they stored? Should Libraries even be capitalized? Was My Documents not good enough? And perhaps the real question, why am I too lazy to spend the 30 seconds to figure it out?  When will I stop saving all of my documents to my desktop and finally give in to The Man?

And why does Blogger only send me email notifications for some comments posted to my blog but not all of them? (Really...does anyone know?)

Sugar rush

Last night I was overcome with a pregnant-sized craving for cereal, so I ran to the grocery store and came back with four boxes.  I may have problems.

This morning I had Honey Nut Cheerios (my favorite) for breakfast.  Which reminds me - anyone who says Honey Nut Scooters are as good as Honey Nut Cheerios is lying to you.  But Choco Chomp? Vastly superior to Cocoa Krispies.   There are nuggets of clumped-together cereal...it's like eating vitamin- and mineral-fortified candy.

I might have gone a little crazy eating Chomp clusters straight out of the bag last night.  The husband had to cut me off so that I would finally wind down and go to bed.

And while I may have had too much sense to eat chocolate cereal for breakfast...it's lunch time.

Future ballerina

I was not kidding about Kayla being long and skinny.  At her two-month appointment on Friday, I got her official stats:

Weight: 10 pounds 7.5 ounces
Length: 24.5 inches

This puts her in the 99th percentile for height (up from the 92nd)  and only the 24th for weight (down from the 42nd).  My doctor is not too pleased with this development.  We are now commencing Operation Chunk!  Eek.

(In other news, she has a ginormous head - 82nd percentile.  I hope she grows into it.)

Better late than never

So newborn photos didn't quite happen.  Seven-week photos are almost as good, right?  Right...?   (What can I say – the whole having-jaundice thing for the first few weeks of her life kind of threw a wrench in my baby announcement/newborn photo plans.)

And you know I can't resist posting a few of my favorites:

She is a charmer...you can't even tell she fussed through most of the photo shoot, hah.

"Lets put her in a basket down the river, like Moses!"-Dustin

How do you turn pajamas into adorable outerwear?  By adding a headband, of course.

I think I am going to try it the next time I am tempted to leave the house in sweatpants.

But really, I currently dress my baby in sleepers almost every single day.  They are warm and she is currently going through an awkward stage where she is too tall for newborn clothes but too skinny for 0-3 month clothes.  I told her that if she feels awkward now, she better brace herself for middle school; if she is her momma's daughter, it is going to get ugly.

The pantless wonder strikes again!

My daughter's favorite spot to be in our entire apartment is on the changing table.  The second  I put her on there, she is all smiles.  I'm not sure if it's because (a) she's excited to get clean, (b) she loves the feel of the plush changing table cover, or (c) she's thinking, "Woo!  My pants are coming off!"

Why do I feel like it's the last one?