Last day...

Today is my last day as an unofficial "stay-at-home-mom." I get weepy just saying it aloud.

Four weeks ago I contemplated going back to work early. I was bored out of my mind sitting at home with a new baby. There's only so much conversation one can have with someone who only knows how to drool and poop.

So I joined Gymboree (awesome learning place for little people). We went twice a week and listened to sweeter-than-sweet women (who obviously were snorting pixie sticks in the backroom) sing "Wheels on the Bus" and "You are My SunShine." It was an interesting experience for a month. I learned some great ways to amuse my baby...and myself.

Tomorrow will be my first 8 hours away from my chubby. Boo!!

And I'm scared of a bikini??

We decided to take Lucy swimming this past weekend for the first time. Her big brother Lucas has recently become obsessed with our pool. I think he would swim all day if we let him. And let me tell you, it's beneficial for all of us. After the little dude swims for 6 hours straight he generally passes out by 7:00 p.m. We can hardly rouse him to get his teeth brushed before he's out.

I shoved my little Gordita (aka: puffer-fish, butterball, chunky-monkey, and fatty) into an adorable pink bikini and smothered her in my favorite scent - pink baby sunscreen. She got slightly pissed when her feet first touched the water, but once Mark had her fully emerged, she completely relaxed. She closed her eyes and made soft cooing noises just like she does during bath time.

It's funny how I'm so scared to put on a swimsuit since my body is still post-baby, yet I shove my daughter, who has more rolls then we can count, into a tiny bikini and take pictures.

We are so mean!

p.s. Isn't my husband sexy???:)

11 weeks already...

I can't believe my Lucy June is 11 weeks old. Where did the time go? It seems like just last week that we were driving home from the hospital for the first time (sorry again to my hubby and sister for being a neurotic bitch). She has changed so much in these two short months. She smiles, laughs, rolls over, coos, and gurgles. She grabs my lips when she eats and looks into my eyes so sweetly every morning. It's almost as if she is saying "hi mama."

A few things I've learned about Lucy so far:

She loves to have poop explosions in public, especially at Nordstroms, and usually when there is a line of women behind me waiting to change their little ones.

She can't stand to have her diaper be slightly wet. If a hint of dampness exists, she loses her mind.

She eats well. My breast milk is apparently high in calories. My daycare provider, Nina, has dubbed her "the little Gordita."

She is a noisy nurser. When she eats she mimics the noises of pigs, donkeys, and other various farm animals.

She does not like hats, socks, blankets over her face, being naked, or her feet touched.

She sneezes every time she goes into the sun.

She likes music in the car. Jack Johnson and Portishead in particular.

She can burp and fart louder than her dad.

She is the love of my life. I truly feel like a mom now and can't believe I'm this lucky. As much as I hate the cliche phrase, I truly am blessed.

She's so advanced... (yep, that's for you sister)

Today my little butterball hit her first big milestone...she rolled over. We were participating in her favorite activity - Tummy Time. Normally she grunts and gets very angry after about 2 minutes, but today she actually enjoyed it. She was doing baby push-ups and smiling at her mommy. When all of a sudden, she pushed off with her fat little cankle and rolled over. When she landed flat on her back she looked up at me and giggled. So I, being the evil mother that I am, put her back on her tummy to see if she would do it again. She repeated her accomplishment - my baby is a genius!

So when Daddy got home we tried to show him our new trick. Daddy, being the techno-dork he is, got out the video camera to capture the moment.

Shockingly, she just got pissed. But she did let us document her amazing flatulence skills.

What is it about...

daddy's and little girls? Why is it the sweetest thing ever? There's something about the way a little girl fits into the crook of her daddy's arm, the way she giggles when she says "daddy" and the way she holds his hand. *Merrrrr*