-at the hospital
-at my mom's house
-at Logan's Roadhouse
-at my Dad's house
-at my brother's house
-at my church
-at my brother's church
-at my grandma's house
-in the backseat of the Pathfinder in the parking lot of a motel in Mesquite
-at my mother-in-law's house
-in an empty room at a funeral home
-at Kristeen's house
-in the backseat of the Versa at a Shell station somewhere along I-20
-in my home office
-at the Hampton Inn in Mt. Pleasant, Texas room 209
-in my bedroom
-in my living room
These are all the places I've breastfed my daughter so far. I vote the funeral home as the most unusual, would you agree?
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1- Peter Pan Whipped Creamy Peanut Butter is the BEST peanut butter on the planet. It's extremely light and fluffy. When you scoop out a spoonful for snacking purposes, it doesn't stick to the roof of your mouth! It's divine. It also has less sugar than the regular kind. You really need to try it.
2- Herbal Essences Drama Clean conditioner smells horrible. I have to hold my breath when I use it. No kidding. I can't wait for this bottle to run out. Berry tea and orange flower do not go together.
3- Kate and I are eagerly awaiting the Winter Olympics. We have big plans to sit and watch all day long until the closing ceremony. I love the Olympics. I am determined to figure out the purpose of curling.
4- Lansinoh Nipple Cream makes the best lip balm. I have never had to use it for its intended purpose, thankfully, but it works wonders on your dry lips and skin. Nick has been using it on his hands. They get so dry in the winter that the skin on his fingertips sometimes cracks.
5- Being home all the time now has me itching to do some spring cleaning. We have so much junk everywhere. I don't know where it all came from, but I'm thinking about going through the house and getting rid of every other thing, no matter what it is. That should reduce the mess by half, right? Goodwill is going to owe me big time.
6- It's lunch time and I really, really want some fried rice. I crave the stuff. Oooh, and some orange chicken.
7- Kate and I have watched the Pirates trilogy three times since she was born. We've also watched the entire Friends series once through. We get bored with HGTV. It's really quite sad when an episode if House Hunters or Designed to Sell comes on and I've already seen it.
8- Today my little girl is 3 months old.
We've arrived at a very special time in Kate's life, the stage where drool has taken over. If she's not asleep or eating, her hands (or yours) are in her mouth. I used to rely on her eating her hands as a hunger cue, but that has become unrealistic. I know this is just a beginning and as soon as she gets control of her fingers and grasping abilities she will begin to chew on anything and everything she can get in there.
This kid produces an insane amount of drool, and I've owned two basset hounds. They had nothing on Kate. I am told that the drool level is only going to increase as other milestones like teething come along. Who knew kids were so soggy?
Her poor little hands stay cold all the time because they stay wet all the time. She doesn't seem to mind, so I don't worry with it. I do have to use precautions when kissing her on the face these days, because I've come away with some pretty wet kisses. It's a good thing she's so cute.
Having a child has made me realize there are few, if any, things I would be unwilling to do for her. I can't say that of any other people, including Nick. For example, I am willing to pick my child's nose. In fact I've already done so on a couple of occasions.
Bulb syringes, or booger suckers, are really great for removing snot from Kate's nose. She had a cold at Christmas and we really tested the boundaries of just how much snot that thing would remove on one suck. She hated it, naturally, and screamed as if we were trying to remove her brain through her nostrils.
Now that the cold is gone, she still almost daily has little peepers in there. You can see them, just hanging out, but they are generally out of reach. The bulb syringe is not quite as effective on these little visitors. I'm assuming this is because those cling-ons are the same consistency as that stuff that teachers use to hang posters on a cement wall. They are sticky. So rather than use the sucker over and over and over until the visitor has been fully removed, while Kate cries, it's just easier to get it close enough that mommy's fingernail can reach in and remove it the rest of the way.
Yes, I am willing to do that for my daughter.
I am completely unwilling to do this for my husband. I hope it doesn't hurt his feelings. It's not that I don't love him...he's just capable of picking his own nose.
Today Kate spent a little time in her Jump-a-roo. It was a hand-me-down from a friend at church. I think she liked it. She seemed happy for a bit, but of course she got frustrated after a while. Once she is sitting up better she will enjoy it more.






