Anja graduated this weekend from her bassinet to a pack-n-play in our bedroom. We don’t have the heart to move her to her crib yet, because her room is so cold at night (and will be until March or so…). She was about 2 inches short of being head to toe in her bassinet. I think she took comfort in being able to reach out and touch all sides around her. Now she is harder to get to sleep. We walk in and see her with her arms stretched out as far as possible, waving around, (I think) trying to touch the sides. In the morning she is often lying completely sideways. Again, I think it’s because her hands and feet touch again this way.
How odd it must be to move from something so cozy and confining to a bigger, scarier place. First, from the womb to that little plastic-sided cart thing at the hospital. Then to a bassinet. Now to a pack-n-play. Soon…Lord-willing…to a crib. My baby girl is growing up so quickly! Waaaaaaaaaah!
Oh my gosh. I thought I posted this weeks ago. Bummer. Here it is, a little late:
1) Holidazzle Parade*
2) St. Paul Winter Carnival (and ICE PALACE!!!)
Yes, we’re that nuts.
3) Snow (not everyone has this, you know). I can’t imagine having never seen a “white Christmas”!**
4) Hockey (like 1 of every 3 people play…it’s ridiculous)
Dayton ’s Marshall Field’s Macy’s Christmas Display (this is supposedly the last year for it…bummer…)
6) This year…Figure Skating Championships!!!
I’m sure there’s much more. I’m just too lazy to write about them all. What makes your state great in the winter?
*As a complete side note, my friend Amy and I were at the Holidazzle this past weekend. The parade was about to begin, and we decided to run across the street to get a better spot out of the wind. About 2/3 the way across I hit a seam in the concrete with my toe and stumbled a bit. My other foot shot out to catch me, only to hit the same blasted piece of concrete. In complete slow motion, my knees hit the pavement, followed by the rest of me. Flat. On. My. Face. My purse flew out of my hands. Amy turned around and, laughing, said, “Are you alright? I shouldn’t be laughing, but I just turned and was like—where’d she go?” Yup. I was okay. Pride hurt more than anything. I don’t think I’ve had an all-out flat-on-my-face fall since I was about 7. Call me Grace. Guess those dancing lessons (where I’m supposedly learning balance and poise) are a big waste of money. By the way, the next day I had a huge bruise. Normally I’d be mad having that at this time of year, but since starting a blog, injuries have become much more fun. Kind of like a trophy! Because you’re laughing with me, right? Not at me.
**Please forgive my nonparallel structure.
No, those aren’t my wishes for you for the new year (though it sounds nice, eh?). That is a list of what is, unfortunately, preached in many churches today. These churches garner a huge following, primarily of low-income individuals looking for a way out of their troubles. Unfortunately for them, what they get is an earful of promises that are not backed by the power of God. Here is, from CBS, a surprisingly good article on the subject.
Hey Bloggy friends,
I’m pretty new at this, but already I can see that it’s hard to keep up with a blog on holidays. I read all of yours, but a week has gone by and I don’t have a new post up! Craziness.
So…any tips? How do you keep up during busy seasons? Also, do you guys plan your weeks/months as far as what you will write? Or do you just sit down each day and wing it?
Thanks for your advice! Someday I’ll get good at this. 🙂
Nice to see that Gmail had pity on those fools (like me) who opted for a non-Blogger account. Do you know how frustrating it’s been to comment these past couple of weeks on all my friends’ Blogspot sites? Typing in “Heidi (minnesotamom.wordpress.com)” every time got really, really old. Who’s going to visit my blog if they have to copy and paste my URL? Ugh. I guess the masses must have complained LOUD and LONG enough that the Empire that is Google decided they would allow lowlies (like me) a space to put their URL. Nice. Thanks, Empire.
I still really like Google and use it on a daily basis. In fact, I think I once said they should rightfully rule the world…so I guess I can’t really blame them for trying.
Okay, I’m back 5 minutes later to complain. Turns out that Google just puts that little URL spot in there to pacify people like me. I type it in, thinking it will link to my site, when, in actuality, it just collapses my comment. I’m back to my parentheses and hoping that my Blogger friends will have the patience and fortitude it takes to copy and paste. Sigh…
This morning I looked in the Tupperware on our kitchen counter, and lo and behold, there was one of these bad boys left!
I figured, in my action-justifying way, that since Husband didn’t take it to work with him, he must be leaving it for me. Yay! So I took a bite, and simultaneously, I heard police sirens. I laughed briefly at the irony of it all. Then I took another bite.
1. Re-gifts. You know these things…that framed, cross-stitched “Moms make the world go ‘round” wall hanging that has been in storage since Great-aunt Francis made it for you (except for when she visits and it occupies the prime spot on the mantle); the beautiful lavender, one-size-too-small angora sweater your husband got you that you’ve been hanging onto (“When I lose 10 lbs it will fit!”); the tartan plaid scarf your Scottish mother-in-law bought you for the 9th year in a row (joining the other 8, folded nicely on a shelf in your closet)…why not give them new life? Or at least let someone else store them…
2. Food. Right. I didn’t have time to shop, but I have time to cook? No, I’m talking about the pre-packaged delights. Think Harry & David’s, Hillshire Farms, or Starbucks. These places make edible gifts that look great, and better yet, get used. But if you have the time to cook or bake, remember that (normal) people like pie more than fruitcake.
3. Magazine subscriptions. Most people have some sort of hobby, and they now make magazines for pretty much everything you can imagine.
4. Gift Cards. With gift cards to places like Target or Amazon, you really can’t go wrong.
5. IOUs. This is pretty lame, but if you wrap up a little slip of paper mentioning that you intend to get a gift or that it just hasn’t arrived yet, you might be off the hook.
Pardon my lack of a real post, but this is a great post in place of my own.
My daughter is not typically a cuddly baby. She likes her space. So you can imagine my delight that she just spent time snuggling with me. We stood next to the Christmas tree for the longest time, her resting her head against my chest and touching different ornaments lightly. Me, I was kissing the top of her head, trying to see her little eyes as they watched the lights on the tree…and for the second time today, I was reminded of this poem:
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
and out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
but I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Man, that makes me cry.