Andi Pandi

Well, I apologize for not being a more diligent blogger...or even in the very least "picture poster".  I could do better, but it takes many steps and it wears me out after I have just spent time emailing out all the pics to family etc...so anyway...she is growing like a total weed!!  She got her first toof on Mother's Day--yay me!  You could hear the screaming all the way to the coast I am certain.  Actually, she handled it pretty well considering it must hurt like a total buggar.

She took her second plane trip last week out to Arizona to see her nana and pana and aunt leese and uncle blaine and alll the rest of her family.  She did great with it.  I on the other hand, am totally worn out.  So here you have it: pictures.

This is her serious, concentrating face.  Thank you for ignoring the green beans on her outfit!

We're home!  After a month at mom and daddy's house, we have made it safely home.  Not without the required amount of mama-drama though:

As hubby and daddy were loading up the car and moving cars around in the drive way, my precious car took a wound to the driver's side fender that involved a big crunch from the bumper of an (uninjured) f-150...booo hoooo!

So we decide we have to drive it home, and after much evaluation, hubby and daddy decide that the car is road worthy and we have nothing to worry about.  Do you THINK that possibly stopped me from worrying?  In the first 30 miles of the journey home, I must have mentioned to steve (20 times) that we could

• a. not afford an accident right now,
• b. the medical care in that part of the country was sub-par (and i knew it first hand) and
• c. OUR PRECIOUS BABY IS IN THE FREAKING BACK SEAT!

After that amount of time though I finally unclenched and decided to relax by speaking non-stop for another 90 or so miles about crap that no one on earth cares about.  (How far did I walk to class in college? NO ONE, INCLUDING YOUR HUSBAND CARES BITCH!) Then, it started to get sorta rainy and sleety out.  Yay! New stuff to worry about! Then it went from a little sleety to down right icey.  And then it went to scary-icey.  And then we were like the minority by NOT being in the ditch! weeeee!  The last 75 miles though was like totally nerve wrenching.  Baby: screaming, Mama: biting nails and recalling broken-leg memories, Hubby: trying not to throw the car in the ditch to end all the tension and screaming.

We arrived safely.  Just in time to be iced in the house for three days.  (And do you think I have gotten around to unpacking yet? no. ha!  you are so funny.)

Enough of this crap already, here are your pictures! yay!

Sophie will now officially smile at you when you smile at her first! (and sometimes when you do nothing at all and she has gas!)

Her aunt leesie named this the Vibration Station.  We think she has little tiny baby-gasms...

I love this picture.  It looks like she is giving me "a look" about something. (Like the way it takes me more than 7 seconds to undo my top and get her fed?  Can we improve on that time mom? Are you really doing your best here?)

I love THIS one because her pants could not possibly be up any higher!  She is so long that she needs to wear 3 to 6 month old clothes, but is kinda thin so the waists are huge on her!

Sleeptime baby. I was able to keep aunt leesie from putting lip gloss on her pouty little lips!

And this one is the Creme:

Haaaaa! She burps best in the sitting-up-face-squashed position, but I am sooo saving this one for the first prom date she brings home!

At the tender age of three weeks, my darling little girl has a favorite song, and while it is not annoying now? I have a feeling this could be the end of my sanity.  One can only listen to A-Weem-A-Wep over and over so many times, right?  Her daddy dances around with her and sings The Lion Sleeps Tonight as if we are willing her to actually obey and fall asleep.  Not so much.

This is her squashy burp face.  We have to work her to death to get one teeeeensy little burp out and I am the worst at it.  Her daddy? The Burp-Meister.

Sophie got to meet her Grandpa last week: The Original Nap King.  This is one of the rare pictures that at least one of them is awake in.

Remember the pics I promised like a year ago?  Of the amazing afghan Bethiclaus made us?  It is amazing.  It is shown above, it matches our nursery perfectly and I am guarding it with my life from the little dog who somehow thinks it is hers...

OOOh, the lion sleeps on Bethiclaus's blankie!  Who knew that this was the cure?

Everyone is happy!

Sorry Sorrry Sorrryyy... No pics today because i am doing this one handedly and nursing simultaneously.  (edit: yay! pics at the end!)

I hate to be another trite mommy-blogger, but lets just talk for a second about the Miracle that is Breastfeeding, shall we?

I'll be nice and start with the pros:

• I am losing alot of weight, and that's good because I look like a deflated balloon-animal: the cow.
• I think it helps me connect with my little girl, which is also good because she gets passed around alot and I know that at least every couple hours I can demand that it is "my turn" with her.

Okay that sums it up.  The Cons?

• It hurts.  and it is really hard to get mad because you know it is like "the best thing ever" and "so good for your kid" and "going to make her a genius" and "if only Hitler had been breast-fed..."  But gah!  that whole "let down response thingy"  that SUCKS.  The books all cleverly describe it as "pins and needles"...I can see that, as long as it is the amniocentesis size needle that they are talking about and the pain they are refering to is that size needle being jammed in your boob over and over and over again.
• My child bites.  Enough said there?
• Latching?  Damn near impossible.  Still after three weeks using the shield thingy they gave me in the hospital.  Not sure if she will EVER learn to just nurse from the boob.  So she is starving and trying to latch on and sort of randomly banging her face into my chest...

I guess that is enough bitching.  (for now).  Am sorry that there are no pics this time...Any advice on the whole nursing thing?  I could use the encouragement right now. (edit: don't you dare tell me to "hang in there"...)

Okay, in a freak moment of generocity, my little girl fell asleep long enough to let me put these up!  wooohoooo little Sophie!

It is *very* cold here right now...think "teens" with windchills. eeep!