Archive | October, 2011

Amusing post topics – 1

19 Oct

After publishing a post, WordPress always gives me an idea on what I can write for my next post.  Usually they are quite cheesy ideas.  While I might enjoy writing about them for fun (they are reminisce of 10th grade free-writing prompts), I doubt anyone would really want to read my thoughts on the topic.

Latest WordPress blog suggestion: The funniest show on TV these days.

I realized that I honestly could not blog about this topic.  Get ready for a scary revelation:  I am an alien.  Or, at least, anyone who hears (reads) this would view me as strangely as an alien.  We do not have a TV.  Okay, I take that back.  My brother actually gave us a TV last year and (sadly?  embarrassingly enough?) it is sitting in our garage.  We do not have cable and we have not even bothered to invest in the bunny-eared antennae.  I am not bothered a bit.  I cannot imagine spending money every month on cable or satellite TV.  That is some expensive entertainment.  In our defense of normalcy, we do have internet, and we did have NetFlix up until… about two weeks ago.  We decided to nix Netflix for two reasons:  1. Netflix increased our plan’s cost by $5 a month without even letting us know.  That was over a 30% hike in price!  Enraging.  And 2. We are trying to save in every way possible so we can buy astronomically high-priced plane tickets to Mexico for Christmas break.  I know there are only two months till Christmas break, which in Netflix-land only equals $40, but it is something.  And it is difficult to save in other places.  The only other “luxury” bill I can think of is internet, but it is important, since Fernando uses Skype to call internationally.

This is a computer, not a T.V.

So, back to TV, or lack thereof…that is really all I have to say.  I do not miss it or want it at all.  I guess even I think I am a little strange…


A trip down memory lane

19 Oct

Hadassah will be four months old in just a few days.  Counting in lunar months, to follow pregnancy tradition, she has already passed her four month birthday.  As any “old” person would say, time has flown by.

And I do not doubt that before I know it, she will be getting married.

Hadassah, 1 week

Before I start lamenting how fast she has grown up, I want to take as many memory snapshots as possible.  This, however, does make me feel a bit teary eyed.  Four months have passed, and I feel like I have failed at taking snapshots in my mind and on a real camera.

I’ve been snapping photos of Hadassah like crazy on my iPhone.  It is always handy, is fast, and so far easily holds hundreds of photos.  However, today I realized that the quality of my iPhone pictures are not so great.  Sure, I have pictures of her smiling and me snuggling with her, but they are all grainy.  I ask myself, will these be enough in 25 years when my beautiful baby girl is an independent adult?  I want to carry every moment with me for the rest of time, but I also know it is important not to live in the past.  So, how do I balance enjoying the moment with appreciating what happened five minutes ago (that’s how fast this baby is growing up – one minute she is a little baby, the next, she has achieved a milestone)?

I’m also lamenting the fact that I have not had time to sit down and write and journal like I used to do.  Let’s face it, I logged in tonight and WordPress glared at me as it informed me that I have only 10 posts.  10 posts in over 2 years.  I actually do write more than I blog, but still…

I want to remember all of the specifics.

Will I remember that tonight she went to bed, only to wake up an hour later?  Or that she slept so predictably before I went back to work for 8 full hours then every 2 hours after?  Or that the night we went out of town she got up every hour?   Or will I simply remember she was a good sleeper?

Will I remember that she cried once when I took her out of the bathtub?  Or that she cried sometimes when we put clothes over her head?  Or will I simply remember that she rarely cried?

Will I remember that nursing was painful up until almost 10 weeks post partum?  Will I remember that I was in tears from pain our first night home?  Or will I remember how sweet it is to look down at my precious baby?  Will I remember how sometimes she moves her arms constantly and grabs my shirt?  Will I remember the few times I glanced down and her palm was calmly placed holding my chest?  Will I remember how awake she can be one moment, but I know deep down she is tired, and after nursing her for one minute she will be out cold?  Will I remember her sleepy eyes?  Or how she sucks for a minute without ceasing and once the milk lets down she gulps and gulps and gulps, hardly taking a breath?  Will I remember how I set my alarm a half hour early, and I calmly nurse her in the pitch black before going to work?  Will I remember how she falls asleep when nursing, and unlatches with a hysterical grimace on her face, then lays her head down on nature’s “pillow”?  Or will I simply remember that I did it?

Will I remember how the first time I had to be away from Hadassah for four hours straight that I pumped over 12 ounces?  Or that it tapered down to a standard 3 ounces per side?

Will I remember how she so easily slept snuggled up to me in the fetal position on my chest?  Will I remember that as she got older she had a love-hate relationship with the swaddle?

Will I remember how she loved bath time so much she splashed with glee?  Or how she actually hated her spongebaths we gave her for the first 6 weeks of life?  Or how she pooped three times while trying to give her one bath?

Will I remember that I predict her to be a super social creature but a homebody at the same time?  She loves to coo and desires for us to talk to her as much as possible.  She will smile at strangers but her eyes especially light up when she sees mommy and daddy – especially right when she wakes up from a nap – I love it!

There is so much to remember, and I want to remember accurately without embellishment.  One thing I am writing for the record, Hadassah is a super sweet baby.  People always comment how amazingly sweet she is.  She really does not cry.  She was sleeping amazingly until I went back to work, but even then her sleep schedule is getting better.  She loves interacting.  Those are the things I for sure want to remember.