Olivia's Law

I thought this momnesia thing was for pregnancy and/or the "fourth" trimester when you aren't sleeping. I think we're on a "normal" sleep schedule and I cannot express in words how my brain is failing me. (probably because I am too stupid at this point to think of words). I am lucky I can communicate at all at this point. The English language fails me at times. I was trying to explain to my mom how my boss' kids went to "smart kids pre-school" (aka Montessori) and they don't babyproof there. Good thing I want Olivia to learn multiple languages. Cuz, if she's relying on me for English, then she's screwed.
Speaking of babyproofing, Olivia has broken through our makeshift pillow barrier. I was eating my dinner and all of a sudden I couldn't see her. Luckily, I noticed in time..cuz she also likes go go up our stairs and that was right past the barrier. She can crawl up the stairs on her own, but would probably fall back down if we weren't around. I really have no room in my worrying department for that just yet. I like the idea, in theory of not babyproofing and having your child learn what not to touch by either being harmed by it or by you telling them... I mean, all we have right now are outlet plugs and our couch cushions everywhere... and a few generous friends' donated baby gates (which we have yet to put up). We'll see how much babyproofing I actually have to do. Olivia does like to go to the ONE place she shouldn't... It's just... where do you STOP? I could cover this house in all things babyproofing and I am sure she'll find the one hole in the system. That's Murphy's (nay Olivia's) law.
This week has been another week in what I'd like to call...should-I-go-to-the-emergency-room-?, otherwise known as Olivia's week in projectile vomiting. All I can say is, I don't know how moms coped without Facebook or Google. Through Google, I just typed in her symptoms and find that coughing can trigger the gag reflex. By posting her symptoms on Facebook, all of my parent-friends told me to just keep her hydrated and plenty of sleep. The good news is, I don't feel like the worst mother for keeping her at home...the bad news is, this latest disease she picked up (probably at daycare) has brought us back to square-one with the feeding process.
Bland foods is all she'll even deign to open her mouth for. My sister told me that her friends' kids will only eat white foods. This terrifies me, to say the least. My hope is that this will all be some cruel irony and she'll actually be an avid eater (like her mommy) when she gets a little older. HOW can MY kid be such a picky eater? She is way too young to reject all of the wonderful flavors and textures that await her. Fingers crossed for cruel irony... either that, or I have some 'plaining to do to my pediatrician for making me wait until 6 months to start her on solids. I had such a feeling that she was ready sooner and I waited for her to form a personality [food snob]. I guess we can't have it all. For every other aspect of my darling daughter is damn near awesome. If all I have to complain about (and she doesn't become malnourished) is her eating habits, then I can consider myself a baby-lottery winner.
Look at me looking on the bright side of things.
Yesterday was our second ever family portrait (first was at O's two weeks). We went to Sears Portrait Studio. Shame on me for picking a Saturday, but I guess that's the only way we could get Daddy in the picture. Everything turned out alright...but there's nothing like a room full of irate parents who's kids in matching red and green plaid numbers, who are sweating their ___'s off to make you think "oh great, the Christmas spirit has arrived." I am amazed at how calm we were considering the chaos. But, I am so happy and we got a few great shots of O in her cute little dress grandma bought her from France. (tres fasionable) Of course, as is Olivia's Law, her whole nap schedule was off... to top of it being excessively hot in there, the portrait studio running behind, Olivia hadn't really had a nap. I scheduled the appointment so she'd be fresh from her nap, but NOOOOO daddy had to let her sleep until 9am so everything got screwed up schedule wise. I am surprised we got the smiles we did from my poor baby. Lesson learned... don't try to plan anything around naps because it will never work out like it does in your head.
Now, it's quiet. Sunday afternoon. My baby's asleep. My husband's off running errands. I have a cup-o-joe in front of me and another blog in the bag. This is bliss. What do I do with myself? I guess I can pump. For those of you who were on pins and needles in the end-of-the-pump debate, I decided to get a new pump. When I found myself in the shower trying to squeeze out every last bit of milk that the manual pump didn't get...I decided I wasn't ready to give up. The pump goes on. Woo hoo.