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My baby girl is going to be 16 months tomorrow. Sixteen. I can’t believe it. I’m not really sure where the time went. Or what I’ve been doing for the past 16 months. I think most of that 16 months is reflected in the gray in my hair. Pretty sure.
Courtney is all girl, looks more like her dad than me and is more and more amazing every day.
I went to a consignment sale the other day where I picked up two trucks and 3 dolls. I was all about trucks when I was young. I’m still more about the trucks than the dolls. But no, Courtney looooves her dolls. She loves to walk around with her dolls, she loves to feed them from the bottle, she sits and rocks them and carries them all around the house. She was even singing to her doll the other day. I don’t know where she gets that love of dolls, it’s not from me. She did play with the trucks today, she used them as a stepping stool. And then she fell when the truck with wheels rolled away. I tried to tell her it was a bad idea, but she didn’t listen. Kind of like me, stubborn – I’ll show you attitude.
She has my eyes. Big, brown and innocent. Well, the big and brown she got from me, not really the innocent. But everyone who sees her when she’s with Paul and I, immediately says “Wow, she looks just like her dad (but she has your eyes, mom).” Poor girl. I mean, she’s so cute!
Courtney continues to love to dance. And sing. If I hum, she’ll hum along with me and then continue on her own. And sometimes when I sing, she dances. Lucky for us both, she doesn’t know I sing like crap.
She won’t give kisses. She’s just like her dad in that. You ask her for a kiss and she shakes her head like crazy and, on special occasions, she slaps you upside the head. Paul doesn’t slap me in the head when I ask for a kiss, usually. OK, ever.
She loves her some pasta. Like BOTH Paul and I. Pasta is the bomb.
She’ll do something she’s not supposed to and she’ll look at me, tilt her head a little, and shake her head no. She knows that she’s doing something she shouldn’t. But if she shakes her head before she does it, it’s like it will be ok.
When I hide behind something or tilt my head and give her a funny look, she’ll laugh and laugh and laugh. She thinks I’m funny. I’m so glad someone does. I’m not sure how long that is going to last….
There’s something about the bottom step that she finds comforting. She’ll take her doll or a certain toy and go and sit on the bottom step. And she’ll just sit there forever. Sit and sit and sit. It’s like a place of solace for her.
And when she’s tired and won’t sleep, she is whiny. WHINY. Just like me. And a little stabby and irritated at everything. I’m so glad that I could pass along my best trait. Genetics rock.
Thanks for the greatest 16 months ever, my beautiful girl.
It’s been 7 days since I last worked out. Or 14 since I was in my workout zone. It’s kind of lack of trying and lack of a participating and helpful child. And trying to fit my life into the hours between naps and errands and my total inability to shower. I feel huge. I feel like a blob. I feel like a slug. I feel like a slug on the front steps and someones going to pour salt on me and I’m going to die.
OK, that last bit is not how I feel but you get the idea. In the past 2 weeks, I’ve worked out twice and I don’t like myself for it. After I got married but before Courtney was born, I gained about 15 pounds. Happy Wedding gift to you, Paul. I stopped working out, was eating like crap, and all my skinny clothes didn’t fit. I was all set to get serious when I found out I was pregnant with Courtney and I was stuck with that 15 pounds.
For 3 months I’ve been back on the wagon. Or the treadmill, as the case may be. And I’ve been eating better. More fruits and veggies, whole grains, yada yada. My trip to Connecticut has completely derailed me. I’m having a hard time getting back on the treadmill. I went and joined the Y on Tuesday when we got back. (I couldn’t get C into swimming classes, the class was full, total crap.) I didn’t actually work out on Tuesday while we were there due to the work people coming to the house and the need to buy food in my limited time frame. Yesterday I was going to go in the morning but C took a nap almost immediately after waking up. For two hours. The problem with the Y is the day care is closed from 1:15 – 3:30 so by the time C woke up from the nap and had lunch, there wasn’t enough time to work out. I did the whole “is she going to nap is she not going to nap” dance in the afternoon and after I decided she wasn’t going to nap, we headed back to the gym. And wouldn’t you know that as I was making the right hand turn into the Y parking lot, C fell asleep.
Being a stay at home mom is awesome. I love it and wouldn’t trade it for anything. But it’s so hard to balance taking care of myself while taking care of my family. I NEED to exercise so that not only am I healthy for me but I’m able to keep up with my little bundle of energy. I’m also a huge fan of clothes that fit. And the clothes that I’ve been wearing being too big. Big fan of that. Way back in the day, before C, I would get up and be at the gym at 6. I’m kind of thinking I need to get back to that. The only time I can really guarantee hours to myself is when Courtney is sleeping, during the night. Sometime between dinner and breakfast, there are hours for myself. I’m not a fan of less sleep. But I need to take care of myself.
Today was going to be my first day in the gym at 6. I failed. I’m pretty sure it had everything to do with being up from 1-4 with a not sleeping, kind of crying, unhappy toddler. Well, tomorrow is another day. I hope.
On Monday we flew from White Plains, NY to Atlanta. The trip was a fiasco but the plane part, the airport part, the customer service part was a complete and utter failure.
I know that there were crazy storms along the east coast and JFK was a virtual wind tunnel with planes getting diverted to other airports, and even other countries. (Yes, Canada is another country.) We were lucky to get out on Monday at all. One flight was waiting for a flight crew that was coming from JFK, in a limo. Better them than me. It’s a bit of a miracle that all three of us made it home at all and on the same flight.
White Plains airport is small. SMALL but small. That airport was never meant to handle the volume that is going through there. I’m pretty sure if the fire marshal came through, they’d shut that place down for being so crazy over capacity. Combine this small airport, bad weather with days of delays and cancellations, and a zillion people and things were ugly.
We boarded the plane and there were way more people than there were seats. And, of course, those that were in the seats first weren’t budging. Not one inch. Someone was in Paul’s seat. There were 3 people in the seat behind mine. And I guess there was more of the same in the back. In the meantime, the gate agents wouldn’t help, some guy that worked baggage was helping people on the plane and the flight attendants were all, “This isn’t our problem.” And the longer people ignored the problem, the longer we sat there. The flight attendant said she was going to write a report. Well big deal lady, help people get seats, appologize for the problems, REPRESENT your company but don’t sit there and point fingers at the people who are inside. It doesn’t really matter who’s fault it was or who’s job it was, YOU are the face we’re looking at, do something. I get that people are tired and overworked and underpaid but really, you’re just making yourself and your company look bad.
And then yesterday…. I had a couple of repair people coming out to the house. I’d scheduled them pretty carefully so that I wouldn’t have to spend the entire afternoon sitting on my duff. I was supposed to have a chimney guy come out at 2. At 3 I called to find out where he was. At 4 he showed up. I would have 100% cancelled the appointment if I had chimney people knocking down my door to come out and do the work. But with all the rain we’d been having, the chimney people are busy, apparently. While the guy was super nice and quite efficient (although his side kick couldn’t have been a minute over 15 and probably breaking some child labor law), not a peep to apologize for being 2 hours late. For keeping me waiting. But that’s ok dude, let me write you a check for some obscene amount of money. And if it rains in my house tomorrow, I’m totally cancelling the check.
Anyway, all this to say that customer service is totally dead. DEAD. Not an apology, not a soul out there seemingly trying to do the right thing, lots of finger pointing and “not my jobs.” I’m not perfect and I’m quite sure I have my moments where I’m a total beyotch and have been when working customer service but at least TRY people. Just try!!
And I ain’t there yet. I can’t wait to get home today. I can’t wait for tomorrow. I feel like I’ve been on some all you can eat cruise without the seasickness and tiny shower. I’ve done nothing but eat since I’ve been here and I can’t handle it for another minute. I’ve only worked out twice and I’m sure that’s not made one tiny bit of difference. I’ve had pizza twice (three times if you count leftovers), ice cream, cookies, Indian food, a pound of cheese, crap, crap and more crap. All the things that I don’t buy because I have no self control, I’ve eaten all week.
Tomorrow Courtney and I are joining the Y. Her naps are a mess and I don’t know what kind of schedule she’s on but I need to get some regularity with my workouts. As much as I’ve loved Jillian and the Shred, I need some variety. I need some spin or some kickboxing or something because if someone tells me not to phone it in, one more time, I may harm them. I need some EXERCISE.
 At least Courtney got in a workout
We’ve had a great time here in CT and I’ve loved getting to spend time with my grandmother and my brother, his wife and his new baby, and my parents. It’s been really nice to get in some family time but 9 days is a long time to be gone and I miss my doggy and he may miss me, we’ll see. And my bed, I miss my bed. But not my pillow, I really hate my pillow and need to invest in something new. Whatever, tangent.
Friday Courtney and I drove a bit over an hour to see my college roommate, whom I don’t think I’ve seen for 7 years or so. It’s been a loooong time. We met at a children’s museum and her 2 girls and Courtney had a great time playing in all kinds of exhibits and lots of water. It was messy, and crazy wet, but the girls had a great time and it was so good to catch up with my friend!
Today is going to be hell, our trip home is a looong one. But the week will have been totally worth it, even if I have to run on the treadmill for 800 hours to make up for it.
 Goofing around
 Dad's arrived, let the games begin
 Get these things off my head!
 Saying hi to the new baby
 Dad is way more fun than mom
It’s my Wordless Wednesday, a day late. Looks like we found a camera chord…
 What is this thing?
 Those eyes are killing me!
 Where's my mama??
 Hanging with my grandmother
 The proud Uncle and Miss Carly
 Cute little baby!!
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