Archives for February 2011

No more Kitty for you.

So the other night I decided to experiment with Bella’s hair and give her a little set of pigtails. This is the first time that I’ve been able to do this because she’s never really had a whole lot of hair. I’ve never really cared, theres not some set amount of hair that an infant is supposed to have.

On a side note though, there is this restaurant that Jesus and I go to pretty frequently and every time we go we get the SAME server. Every time, he refers to Bella as a boy, and upon being corrected he makes some kind of snarky comment about the amount of hair she has. Nevermind that she is wearing pink and has a baby doll and has a hair bow, she has short hair so she MUST be a boy. ¬†I secretly think he’s just trying to be rude because we never take the appetizer he tries to push on us, but whatever.

I’m getting off topic. Where was I? Right. I gave Bella some pigtails and they looked like this:

pretty cute if you ask me.

After that she had dinner and we started to get ready for bath time. We do this in our master bath because our bed makes a good place to lay her down to dress and undress her. As she was laying there waiting on me to get her clothes and diaper off, Bella noticed someone else was on the bed with her:

yeah, remember this guy?

Once Bella discovered her buddy she got excited and started to try and play with him. “Playing with Kitty” of course means that she crawls and rubs all over him, squealing with delight. She was naked and I was afraid she was going to pee on the bed, so I only let her play for a minute before scooping her up and taking her to the bath.

Once in the tub, I started to pull out her pig tails and that’s when I noticed it: something was moving in her hair! I froze and leaned forward to take a closer look. It was a nasty brown flea that looked humongous on her tiny head and in her small amount of hair. I shrieked and tried desperately to catch the sucker between my nails while Bella glared at me in confusion. Once I caught the flea I promptly flushed it down the toilet. Repeatedly. Didn’t want it finding its way back out ya know?

I’m not usually so squeamish about a flea. I’ve had animals all my life, I’ve seen a lot worse than fleas, but seeing one crawling around on your child head changes things up a bit.

Looks like ole Kitty is due for another flea treatment. In the meantime, Bella and Kitty will be getting no playtime together.

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Baby wash is going to kill my kid.

Motherhood makes you into a raving lunatic.

It’s true. It does. You become terrified of everything. You question every decision you make. You read hundreds of articles and books telling you the same things and very different things. You also get unwanted advice from everyone you know who automatically becomes a child rearing expert.

It all started from the moment I became pregnant. For some people advice begins pouring in when they start trying to conceive. I didn’t experience that because we weren’t exactly trying. When I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t have much of a plan besides this:

Raise Kid Real Good.

Okay. I had more of a plan than that….sort of.

When I started researching, I found myself in over my head, and still do.

Lets just touch a few topics here, friends:

Co-sleeping. Baby wearing. Breast feeding. Formula feeding. Crib bumpers. When to start solids. WHAT solids. Cloth diapering. When to STOP breast/formula feeding. When to forward-face their car seat. When to start preschool. What preschool. WHEN TO START PICKING A COLLEGE AND CHOOSING THEIR SPOUSE AND PLANNING HOW MANY KIDS THEY WILL HAVE. Okay, I went too far. But it never ends people. It NEVER ends.

Today my friend Natalie shared an article with me. What article? Oh, glad you asked! This one.

It’s about traces of toxic chemicals found in baby products. Ohhhhhhh fantastic!!! ¬†Johnson and Johnson is on the list numerous times, and that just so happens to be what we use. Of course, the manufacturers are arguing that it’s a safe amount. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. Regardless, if someone had said to me, “Hey, would you like to buy this bubble bath? It contains formaldehyde,” I would have said, “No, thanks.”

Nothing scares the hell out of you more than the idea that you might be using something harmful on your child. Is this article propaganda? Perhaps. It’s pretty likely, actually. Of course, I still went out after work and bought some organic baby wash.

Next week, some article will probably tell me it contains rat poison and zombie blood.

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Birthdays, Teeth and Achy Breaky Heart…

Bella had her first birthday party today, which we also celebrated alongside her Great Grandmother Jean and her Great Nannie, who were also February babies. I wasn’t really sure how the party was gonna go, mainly because I worry about everything and I had this recurring nightmare when I was a kid that no one showed up to my birthday party. That never happened; my parents actually gave me some of the best birthday-Halloween-Christmas-New Years parties around. You would have to have been a damn idiot not to show up. Regardless, I’m guessing this fear is going to carry over to my child. But having that fear this year truly makes no sense because the only people we invited were my family, and my family has never disappointed me. Anyway, to make a long story short, it was pretty fabulous. I am already anticipating all the birthdays to come.

The Birthday Ladies.

On another note, my Nannie reminded me of the fact that Bella still has NO TEETH. To say she reminded me is really unfair, actually. I think about this almost daily. One of my best friends, Natalie, pointed out the other day that teething isn’t one of the milestones you worry about really, not as much as walking or crawling. She’s right. I’ve read articles about babies teething later….like after 12 months, which of course is the category my kid now falls into. Most people have told me I don’t really need to consult a pediatric dentist until 15-18 months. This of course, doesn’t stop me from worrying that she’s like, toothless, meaning: THERE IS NOTHING IN HER GUMS WHAT-SO-EVER. Anyway, I’m gonna move away from this subject because it makes me bite my nails.

In other news: Jesus thought one of Bella’s musical toys was playing “No Rompas Mas Mi Pobre Corazon.” It wasn’t, it was playing the Hokey Pokey. And just so you know: “No Rompas Mas Mi Pobre Corazon” is the Spanish version of “Achy Breaky Heart.”

You know: the song that we can blame for the onset of Billy Ray Cyrus’ pathetic career.

Does Achy Breaky Heart sound like the Hokey Pokey to you? Maybe I’m missing something….

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