Ok, so Jellybean has a serious case of diaper rash. The kind that makes me check with not one, but two, pediatricians about what to do. The sight of open sores on your one month old's raw bottom is enough to make anyone feel bad, and when you change the diapers on that little raw little butt about 12 times a day (ok, maybe 10 now) you REALLY feel bad.
So, I figured out which diaper rash cream has the highest content of zinc oxide, the better to protect her poor tushie and let it heal. And the winner is? Boudreaux's Butt Paste. I know, nice name, right?
But the thing is? It is really working!
The only problem? It boasts of a "pleasant scent"....and honestly, it kind of smells like vanilla.
My problem with this, you might ask? Jellybean's butt smells ever so much like....a.....cupcake.
I find that to be rather disconcerting.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
B.R.A.T.
B.R.A.T.
Nope, not talking about my kids. Although, WOW, Monkey threw a whopper of a tantrum last night. More about that later.
No, BRAT refers to the diet I am on....bananas, rice, apples and tea. I managed to catch the nastiest stomach flu I have ever had, ever. And BRAT is the diet the doctor recommended to combat the - ahem - symptoms. Yummy. But - huzzah!!!!!!! I successfully avoided going to the ER (negotiated with my doctor on that one...) And, even better - I didn't puke on Jellybean! And let me tell you, that was an accomplishment. Trust me on this one. It got bad enough that I was scared at my ability to care for Jellybean (I almost dropped her when I tried to stand up and couldn't) and made M come home from work. Never done that before. Hope I never have to do it again. Also hope to avoid a fever of 103 again....that sucked. And god did it feel good when I finally showered off the stink of fever-sweat.
But, huzzah! I didn't throw up on Jellybean while nursing! And so far, no one else is sick. I have my fingers crossed that they continue that way. I about jump out of my skin every time Jellybean spits up a bit....
And, I have to tell you, Monkey has been so damn sweet to me. The other night, when M was explaining to Monkey that I was sick, she gave me the most amazing sweet look and then.....offered me her blankie and favorite baby doll. I about cried from happiness...that was the most amazing gesture. She really thought it would make me better, since it makes her feel better. Who knew that an insane two year old could be empathetic? She amazes me.
The empathy isn't the only thing that amazes me. It also amazes (and pleases, to tell you the truth) that the ULTIMATE possible punishment we can mete out to Monkey is....removing her books! Yow. Who knew! (last night she threw herself on the floor screaming and kicking, you know, because I told her that her toothbrush has to stay in the bathroom and, well, it went downhill from there...stellar performance, worthy of an academy award, and by far the biggest tantrum she's thrown yet). Taking away her books was the straw that broke the camel's back.....got to say, I love that she loves her books that much!
And, finally, I just want to note how wonderful M has been to me. Have I mentioned how much I love him lately? Well, I should.
Nope, not talking about my kids. Although, WOW, Monkey threw a whopper of a tantrum last night. More about that later.
No, BRAT refers to the diet I am on....bananas, rice, apples and tea. I managed to catch the nastiest stomach flu I have ever had, ever. And BRAT is the diet the doctor recommended to combat the - ahem - symptoms. Yummy. But - huzzah!!!!!!! I successfully avoided going to the ER (negotiated with my doctor on that one...) And, even better - I didn't puke on Jellybean! And let me tell you, that was an accomplishment. Trust me on this one. It got bad enough that I was scared at my ability to care for Jellybean (I almost dropped her when I tried to stand up and couldn't) and made M come home from work. Never done that before. Hope I never have to do it again. Also hope to avoid a fever of 103 again....that sucked. And god did it feel good when I finally showered off the stink of fever-sweat.
But, huzzah! I didn't throw up on Jellybean while nursing! And so far, no one else is sick. I have my fingers crossed that they continue that way. I about jump out of my skin every time Jellybean spits up a bit....
And, I have to tell you, Monkey has been so damn sweet to me. The other night, when M was explaining to Monkey that I was sick, she gave me the most amazing sweet look and then.....offered me her blankie and favorite baby doll. I about cried from happiness...that was the most amazing gesture. She really thought it would make me better, since it makes her feel better. Who knew that an insane two year old could be empathetic? She amazes me.
The empathy isn't the only thing that amazes me. It also amazes (and pleases, to tell you the truth) that the ULTIMATE possible punishment we can mete out to Monkey is....removing her books! Yow. Who knew! (last night she threw herself on the floor screaming and kicking, you know, because I told her that her toothbrush has to stay in the bathroom and, well, it went downhill from there...stellar performance, worthy of an academy award, and by far the biggest tantrum she's thrown yet). Taking away her books was the straw that broke the camel's back.....got to say, I love that she loves her books that much!
And, finally, I just want to note how wonderful M has been to me. Have I mentioned how much I love him lately? Well, I should.
Monday, January 12, 2009
So much to say
Hmmmm, so apparently a week has blown by and I haven't posted a thing. Man, you'd think I was busy with a one month old or something, wouldn't you! heh.
So, Jellybean is officially a porker. Well, as much of a porker she can be, given that she was born at and continues to be in the 10-20% range of height and weight. But she has a double chin! And she's grown well over an inch! Enough to actually outgrow her very first outfit. And did I mention she's perfect? And no I AM NOT BIASED how dare you think that?
Last night Heather was over and doing a fantastic job of spoiling me (homemade manicotti for my birthday dinner) and an even more fantastic job of keeping Jellybean awake...and she was commenting on the double chin. What is is about babies that make their double chins so damn cute? Seriously! I mean, fast forward even 3 years and it no longer looks good! (and let me tell you, I see enough double chins on kids to make me sad.....Harlem has a serious epidemic of childhood (and adult) obesity. But I digress.)
Monkey continues to rock as a big sister. She adores Jellybean and only occasionally loses her shit when she can't sit in my lap at the PRECISE moment that I am nursing Jellybean. You know, because that is when she NEEDS mommy. Not when my lap and hands are free....naw, that would be too easy.
OK got to go. Jellybean's grunting and groaning and kvetching has escalated.
So, Jellybean is officially a porker. Well, as much of a porker she can be, given that she was born at and continues to be in the 10-20% range of height and weight. But she has a double chin! And she's grown well over an inch! Enough to actually outgrow her very first outfit. And did I mention she's perfect? And no I AM NOT BIASED how dare you think that?
Last night Heather was over and doing a fantastic job of spoiling me (homemade manicotti for my birthday dinner) and an even more fantastic job of keeping Jellybean awake...and she was commenting on the double chin. What is is about babies that make their double chins so damn cute? Seriously! I mean, fast forward even 3 years and it no longer looks good! (and let me tell you, I see enough double chins on kids to make me sad.....Harlem has a serious epidemic of childhood (and adult) obesity. But I digress.)
Monkey continues to rock as a big sister. She adores Jellybean and only occasionally loses her shit when she can't sit in my lap at the PRECISE moment that I am nursing Jellybean. You know, because that is when she NEEDS mommy. Not when my lap and hands are free....naw, that would be too easy.
OK got to go. Jellybean's grunting and groaning and kvetching has escalated.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
The trouble with cats
Sometimes you get a lot of trouble with cats. See my best friend's blog, here, about that very topic...
And sometimes, Ollie really is a lot of trouble. Every time I bring the comforter into the local drycleaners/laundry spot they ask me..."again? the cat threw up again?" and shake their head. If I could get the dang thing dried in our machines downstairs I'd do it myself...but they are too small, so the local business thrives off of cat puke. Good to know I'm doing my part to help out the economy, right?
But lately, Ollie hasn't been sick. She hasn't been trouble. Just ask Monkey! She constantly reminds us that "Olie's not sick. She doesn't have to go to the doctor" and breaks my heart with her doe-eyed expression of love when she says this. (It really worried her when Ollie was sick...)
But still, when we brought Jellybean home we worried that it might be too much. That she would just not thrive....that we would lose our beloved cat.
And, she's thrived. Not only that, I think the cat is THRILLED! Because I am company - I am someone to PLAY WITH ALL NIGHT! She even sits on the chair when I nurse Jellybean at night and purrs and purrs and purrs. And purrs.
And last night? Well, she stood on top of the boppy, leaned in to sniff Jellybean's head.....and then licked her! I about fell over laughing....that was the last thing on earth I expected the cat to do.
Now, either the cat really likes her.....or the small bit of formula that had dribbled down Jellybean's face tasted good. Let's just pretend that the cat really likes her and leave it at that. I'd hate to think my cat is trying to eat my kid's face....
And sometimes, Ollie really is a lot of trouble. Every time I bring the comforter into the local drycleaners/laundry spot they ask me..."again? the cat threw up again?" and shake their head. If I could get the dang thing dried in our machines downstairs I'd do it myself...but they are too small, so the local business thrives off of cat puke. Good to know I'm doing my part to help out the economy, right?
But lately, Ollie hasn't been sick. She hasn't been trouble. Just ask Monkey! She constantly reminds us that "Olie's not sick. She doesn't have to go to the doctor" and breaks my heart with her doe-eyed expression of love when she says this. (It really worried her when Ollie was sick...)
But still, when we brought Jellybean home we worried that it might be too much. That she would just not thrive....that we would lose our beloved cat.
And, she's thrived. Not only that, I think the cat is THRILLED! Because I am company - I am someone to PLAY WITH ALL NIGHT! She even sits on the chair when I nurse Jellybean at night and purrs and purrs and purrs. And purrs.
And last night? Well, she stood on top of the boppy, leaned in to sniff Jellybean's head.....and then licked her! I about fell over laughing....that was the last thing on earth I expected the cat to do.
Now, either the cat really likes her.....or the small bit of formula that had dribbled down Jellybean's face tasted good. Let's just pretend that the cat really likes her and leave it at that. I'd hate to think my cat is trying to eat my kid's face....
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Um, no thank you
Monkey is exceptionally polite. It is something that we require from her, and we refuse to acknowledge requests without the requisite "please" at the end (or beginning) of the sentence.
And today, instead of Monkey being the little mynah bird, I'm the one imitating her.
How? By saying, um, no thank you. To what? Resolutions!
That is right. I am not making any new year's eve resolutions. Instead I am going to just live life as best I can, love my family and friends, and be me. Nothing sacred or mind-blowing there.
This way? I SO SUCCEED! :-)
What, you never set goals low so you'd be happy you met them? Pshhaw. Considering how high my standards are, I"m letting myself off easy!
PS I am having a kickass birthday. Shopping at bloomies, hanging with M and the girls, eating salted caramel - life is good!
And today, instead of Monkey being the little mynah bird, I'm the one imitating her.
How? By saying, um, no thank you. To what? Resolutions!
That is right. I am not making any new year's eve resolutions. Instead I am going to just live life as best I can, love my family and friends, and be me. Nothing sacred or mind-blowing there.
This way? I SO SUCCEED! :-)
What, you never set goals low so you'd be happy you met them? Pshhaw. Considering how high my standards are, I"m letting myself off easy!
PS I am having a kickass birthday. Shopping at bloomies, hanging with M and the girls, eating salted caramel - life is good!
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