We're trendy and old fashioned at the same time

Apparently it's all the rage now to use cloth diapers. Who'd have thought?! We're just cheap (and try to be ecologically minded at the same time). It's pretty funny to read about all the 'hip' parents using cloth diapers. Nanny - you hear that? You were "hip!"

But here's the twist, the old flat or prefold diapers are old fashioned. The hip mommas use 'pocket' diapers. At $15-25 a piece, however, that's sooooo not worth it. Prefolds aren't just your mother's prefold nappies though. Yes, cloth diapering has come a long way. No more pins. You can use snappis - elasticy thingies with 'teeth' to hold the diaper in place, but we don't bother. We just put a wrap around the diaper and that holds it in place.

Our friends are always so impressed, but really it's no big deal. You get past the ick factor super fast. I mean, it's icky no matter how you look at it, so it doesn't matter. Just rinse, toss in the bucket, toss in our super duper energy/water efficient front loading washer. Line dry. Presto. And what's best: cloth diapers rarely leak. We've had super blowouts with disposables (we use them sometimes when we take her out): Poop all the way up her back, all over her clothes. But with cloth? Hardly ever happens.

Who knew it could be so easy?
And if you don't know what I'm talking about, check out http://www.diaperpin.com

Ces yeux !

Even at a few days old, her eyes were amazing. They had this power to look into your soul. She didn't seem to be saying "pick me up mommy", she seemed to be saying "it's ok, mommy, I'm going to be alright."

They're so big and intense. Whether they're laughing, crying, or examining the world around her, they have this special power.

It's the first thing everyone comments about when they see her......

"Those eyes!"

Adventures with Food

Learning to sit up

Learning to sit up is fun! Around 5.5 months, Angelina began to sit up, but with help. By 6.5 months she could manage to stay up a bit longer:


But there was still a limit.....

Now at almost 8 months she's a Sitting Master.

Daycare woes

Since Sept 25, Angelina has been going to an in-home daycare on the Air Force Base where I work. Though at first I was a little hesitant leaving her at an in-home place (only one adult present), Frèdèric really preferred it to a center. We had interviewed the babysitter, spent some time at the house, and decided to go for it. Well, it's turned out better than I could have ever imagined. There are kids ranging in age from her 10 month old son to her 10 yr old daughter. All day she plays with the 10 month old, who teaches her all the tricks he's just learned, the 15 month old and the 2 2 yr olds who call her 'Ina". After school the two 5 yr olds are there to laugh and play with her. Angelina loves it, the interaction is great, her babysitter is wonderful, and I am just 2 minutes away.

Alas, they are a military family, and though they've spent all but 3 of their military years in San Antonio, her husband is being sent to Hawaii. Not so bad as Iraq, which was on the horizon if they didn't take this posting. No one can complain about Hawaii, really. And I'm glad for them it's not Iraq. But now I have to find another daycare provider! They leave in a month.

I've had a pit in my stomach since she told me Friday. I'm already missing them. Angelina is going through a bit of stranger anxiety right now, but she's just so so happy when she's there. I'm so nervous about her not settling in at another place. More importantly, it's hard to imagine another situation that's just as good.

Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

Well, Nanny left and the good weather came out. This weekend was the first gorgeous weekend - 75F, perfectly sunny in forever. Ok, only maybe 2 months, and we've had occasional days of that so it's not like we're in the frozen north, but we're spoilt.

After Angelina took a very brief morning nap, we said "We need to go out and enjoy this instead of working on the house." So after nixing Government Canyon because it's near the "Helotes Mulch Fire" (more on that another day) and therefore too smokey, having never been to the San Antonio Zoo, we decided it was a good day to go. Apparently the rest of San Antonio's 1.5 million people had the same idea. We arrived to find every parking lot packed. Finally found a spot and walked over. The neat thing about our zoo is it's near a park and Japanese tea Gardens. It has a little old-fashioned train that runs around it. All in all it's a neat setting.

So we made our way over to the entrance to find massive lines. After waiting awhile we decide we want to get year memberships, but that's another line. So we move over there. No kidding, we waited ONE HOUR. I swear they were doing background checks, I can't believe it took so long. Fortunately it was in the shade, and Angelina was happy as a clam flirting with everyone around her. The two kids next to us (about 5 and 6) were not so happy, but Angelina's smile seemed to cheer them up.

We finally made it into the Zoo, and Angelina was enthralled. She adores dogs and cats (though Chakapu's opinion on that matter is still not clear). I'm not sure she realized the cheetah was anything more than a big version of Chakapu.... she seemed pretty interested in all the animals, until of course it was time to nurse and nap. It's a nice zoo, we're looking forward to exploring other parts of it.

The best part of the day? Having Mommy and Papa at her service!

2AM is NOT Party time!

Well, that's what *I* say. A little Miss somebody thinks it is. For some reason the last few nights, Angelina has been falling asleep at her usual 7ish, woken up at 10pm to nurse, as usual, and again at 2am-ish (I don't see the clock, but that's my estimate) to nurse, as usual. Then she's wide eyed as can be. No crying, since Mommy and Papa are right next to her, just rolling and laughing and wanting to play. Leaving her in her crib doesn't help, as then she can't see us and she *does* cry. I try to not engage her, not look her in the eyes, just rub her gently, say 'shhhh'. Nope. She's ready to party.

When she's 18 and living on her own and wants to party at 2am, I won't say a word. But at 8 months old, it's NOT party time! Frèdèric reminded me of a onesie we saw that said "Party at 2Am, BYOB - bring your own bottle." Perhaps Angelina took that to heart.

Maybe Nanny taught her this

Nanny was here for 10 days, and once she left, Angelina has been doing this hand flip thing (very hard to get in a picture). I think she's waving "bye-bye', but sometimes it's like "get away from me." Now she just does it whenever she gets excited.

Medicinal Beer

Getting ready to leave for this conference, I had to make sure I had enough milk frozen. As it happens, the 2 weeks before I just wasn't producing much, at least not for the pump. Angelina seemed satisfied, but I needed my stash.

Months ago I was told to eat oatmeal frequently to keep my milk supply up. However it didn't seem to be working lately. I dtink Mother's Milk tea daily (a combo of blessed thistle, fenugreek, fennel, and a few other things). I like it, but it has no effect. Then I remembered beer. I had avoided it for awhile because the one time I'd had it, Angelina had horrible gas. I decided to try it again, but limit to one per night.

Well, 4 nights of stout (not all Guinness), and the milk was overflowing!

Hooray for beer!

First time away from my angel

I had to go to a conference last week, sort of last minute. It was at a fancy resort in Orlando, FL. Mom was going to come with me if I brought Angelina along. But Fredo said he could manage alone with her for the 2.5 days (including 3 evenings, I returned about 11pm on the 3rd night). Now, he's perfectly competent, Angelina is very happy with him, should be no problem. But here's the catch - she still nurses to sleep every night, nurses 3+ times per night, and takes bare minimum by bottle during the day, saving it up for when mommy is home.

Clearly, I had reason to worry. But he convinced me, I had enough milk stashed in the freezer, and off I went on Sunday afternoon. In the end, it was harder on me than on them! I was a wreck the hours before leaving, but tried not to show Angelina how I felt. I was fighting back tears at the airport.

Though I've left her at daycare, I've never left her overnight. She sleeps with us, so at night is only a few inches from me all night long. I thought I'd relish 2 full nights in a big king bed all too myself. Hah! Something was missing. I couldn't sleep. I had to get up to pump anyway. And though Frederic says she missed me (he missed me, since he had to get up for those night feedings, including warming the bottles), she not only did fine, she started doubling the amount of milk she took by bottle at daycare.

In the end, I'm glad I went, it was a worthwhile meeting. But I sure won't be going away again soon. Angelina can handle it fine, but mommy can't!

Introducing....

a TOOTH!
Yes, Angelina's pearly whites - well, one of them - have made their way to the surface. It's just barely poking out. So far it doesn't hurt *me*, but maybe I'll worry when there's a second one. She had a bought of wakefulness this weekend. Wouldn't sleep to save her life, but wasn't particularly cranky, the stuff I'd have expected with teething. I hope that's it and she naps this weekend!

And to add to the fun, she can sit up now. She's been able to sit for awhile, with help. Lately she's maanaged to stay up for a few minutes before she finally crashes over.

sniff sniff. She's growing up. What's next, cars and boys?

pictures to come...

Yummmm

Almost. We started Christmas Day and haven't been very consistent. I'm making the food myself - super easy, just boil and puree, then freeze in ice cube trays. I do that with breastmilk too so she can have a momsicle :). As you can see, about 10% gets in her mouth, but she's having fun.


The amount of laundry we do just increased....

Our tall and skinny baby!

I think she just weighed less due to the MAJOR poop she had just before going to the doctor. I swear she must have dropped a pound!

Angelina is now 26.5in long (75th percentile; 67.3cm), 15.6 lbs -though she feels like 20lbs - (45th percentile, 7.07Kg)

I'm hoping she takes after her dad instead of her mom.

Our current 'foster' baby

Really! He's not permanent, altho he does bring some more male hormones into the house. Our babysitter picked up this little stray, hoping to find a sucker to take him. After a few days of watching Angelina play with him, I brought him home (thinking maybe our neighbor who's expressed interest in a cat will take him)...

He's adorable as can be, has an extra toe on his front paw, and lets Angelina pull on his hair and poke his eyes with hardly a complaint. Chakapu terrorized him the first night, but now acts like a bossy older sister - alternating between chasing him around, teaasing him, showing him the ropes, and hiding out.

What brings Texas to her knees?

A little dip in temperature.


It's barely below freezing here, but that was enough to shut down the city. I'm not complaining, I only worked a few hours yesterday and stayed home today. Having lived in the cold north, it seems laughable. But given how badly Texans drive in great weather, the roads would be terrifying now. Actually, to be fair, it's been freezing rain/sleeting since Saturday afternoon (the morning of which was warm enough for me to wear shorts!) and the roads are basically sheets of ice. And I can't complain about Texans not being able to drive in harsh conditions, I can't either. When in CT and IN, I always just rode my bike or walked when the snow fell. Driving scares me.


So we're bundled up at home, looking at white-covered trees and hearing about the big "Arctic Blast."


About that tree...see "If A Tree Falls" which should have been posted in early December (see house blog)

Everything is bigger in America

We finally got Angelina a dresser and changing table all her own (she was using her Papa's dresser). IKEA opened in Austin, and Frederic being the European he is, had to go. A small fortune and van load of things later, we came home and he set it up. It's great. Only problem? It's European. Why is that a problem? Well, everything is smaller in Europe. Oh, all her stuff fits fine, except the changing pad. Apparently we have an American changing pad which is too big, and it's the standard here.

So now I either get crafty and make one, we live with the one we have which now has to be used in an awkward position, or we go to Europe for a new one. I guess I know what's on the shopping list for the next trip to Switzerland.
For now we just use it the other direction, but it's not ideal. Can't explain why, but it's kind of awkward.

6 months old today!

How fast time flies! Angelina is growing so fast. No idea of her actual weight but I guess around 16 lbs. She's outgrown her 6month/68cm clothes, so she's tall too. No, she's not sitting or crawling yet. She kind of swims when on her tummy. She also doesn't really roll over without help. I think she's going to crawl before she rolls over, she seems more interested in moving forward. The almost 9 month old at daycare seems to teach her everything, so as he crawls, she tries to follow.

Christmas was a blast. She of course could care less about the presents, but ripping wrapping paper and putting it in her mouth was sure her idea of fun. Then there was New Year's Eve. Since we're downtown with a great view of the fireworks, we had a gathering. Angelina is *such* the social butterfly. As soon as people are in the house, she's awake and smiling and wants to interact with everyone. She refuses to sleep until the last people leave...I wonder where she gets that from?

First food that's not entirely from Mommy

On Christmas Day, a week shy of 6 months, after a month of her trying to pull food off my plate, we decided to try a bit of solid food just to see how she liked the texture and to give her practice with the spoon. I admit it was bittersweet. How could my tiny little baby suddenly be old enough for solid food? Until now, her entire diet came from me. It's hard to describe, there was just something special about that. It was weird putting something 'foreign' in her mouth!

As for how she liked it, well....




The spoon wasn't interesting enough, she had to go for the whole bowl.

Merry Christmas!