Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

I nearly forgot, Leelu turned 7 months last Friday.  She had a doctors appointment on the 10th which I think I may have mentioned before.  She was 15 lbs and 24.5 in. tall.  We went for her 6 month vaccinations last week also.  She got the last rounds of her recurring 2 month shots and won't need more of those until she's a year old.  She also got the flu shot, which we have to go back next month for the second part of for her.  Apparently babies have to get the flu shot in two parts, but only the one time.  Not sure of the reasoning behind it but whatever.  I also go my flu shot that day.  I thought if I went first and got my shot while Leelu watched, then she would take her shots a little better. No such luck.  She couldn't have cared less that I was getting a shot but then acted like it was the end of the world when it was her turn.  Cry baby. (i keed i keed) Of course, after it was all over she was peachy.  Her 4 ...

It's official.  Starfish has chompers. The first little sharp razor blade like tooth finally poked through last Sunday.  Since then, the other has begun poking and now she enjoys biting my finger a little harder than usual, biting down on the plastic spoon at mealtime, and hearing them scrape on everything hard that she sticks in her mouth.  I can't believe she's got teeth already.  Didn't I just go into labor and have her like last week? My how time flies! Before I know it I'll be planning her first birthday party, then sweet sixteen, then her graduation party, then I'll be picking out a mother-of-the-bride dress for her wedding.  Slow down already! We're still working on crawling.  She seems to still prefer to roll around to get where she wants to be and is getting good at scooting on her belly.  I know it's just a matter of time before she's crawling all over the place.  I'm not rushing that.  No way, no how.  It's...

It's not for lack of wanting to blog, but lack of time and sufficient brain power to do so. My mind is a muddled mess.  I don't know if it's motherhood or something else, but whatever the cause, it bites.  I didn't bother reading my last entry to see where I left off  so if some of this is a repeat, forgive me. The Starfish is just a few days away from being 7 months old.  She had a check up last Monday and weighed in at 15lbs on the nose, was 24.5 inches tall and the pediatrician said she's perfectly healthy. We have been having trouble, however, with her digestive system.  She keeps getting constipated and nothing we do seems to help but in the short term. She will get back on track for a day, maybe two and then bam, she's all backed up again.  We've eliminated rice/oatmeal cereals from her intake, thinking that might be the culprit, but alas, it hasn't made one bit of a difference.  So every few days we're finding ourselves breaking out ...

It's honestly the most amazing day weather wise today.  But I'm sitting in the nursery on my behind doing nothing more than surfing the interwebs and bouncing my little sleeping Starfish in her bouncy seat trying to keep her in nap mode for as long as I can.  But I feel productive.  Or that is, I feel like I could be productive.  Something about the onslaught of autumn makes me feel like doing stuff.  Typically, people get that urge in the spring time after a long, hard winter.  But me? Not so much.  At least not until that crisp air, light breeze, and the scent of summer dying off fills the world around me. I was sitting here looking at another mothers blog and started on the seemingly endless search for ideas for someones First Birthday which is just a little over 6 months away.  Seems like I have plenty of time for planning something photographically fabulous, but really one can never have too much time to plan for something that will o...

I may have already "lost it" but I will stick with my trusty old friend Denial for a little while longer. I get an e-mailed weekly update about views and visitors to my blog.  My numbers have dropped dramatically.  I suppose that since I'm not trucking any more and just about every mom out there has a blog, my little corner of the interwebs isn't really that special any longer. I guess that means I'm off the hook for frequent, clever, interesting updates.  Which is good since I've been neglecting my blogging duties in exchange for playing with my sweet little Starfish.  I mean, I'd much rather spend time tickling this adorable little booger face than tickling the keyboard on my laptop.  I will keep blogging, of course, because I do love doing it.  It's a great way to keep my thoughts in a place I can look back at them any time I want without straining my brain.  Plus, I think it will be neato when Starfish is big enough to read it and wil...

I am not always the most positive person on the planet.  In fact, just the other day my hubby had to knock me off my Negative Nancy Barcalounger.  I was being a real Debbie Downer and I threw stones at anyone that came close.  I get down.  We all get down. But that doesn't mean we get to blame everyone and everything else for it.  I have had many a heaping spoonful of reality over the years.  I battle depression.  I get down, I get through it, get down again, and keep trudging through. Why? Because I'm worth it. I don't ask to be depressed.  I don't go looking for it.  It just happens.  It's not anyone else's fault.  Don't believe me? One of the definitions of "fault" is " an unattractive or unsatisfactory feature, esp. in a piece of work or in a person's character" ....based on that it is solely MY fault.   I can try for days to blame the weather, the person who pissed me off or hurt my feelings, the wor...

Yesterday marked Starfish's fifth month of life.  (applause, confetti, etc) Poor thing was a right mess over it too.  Crabby as can be... wait'll she turns 30, 40, 50 etc. If she is as crabby about it then as she was yesterday, she's got a long dreadful collection of birthdays ahead of her. Of course, I know at five months old she doesn't know that she's getting older.  She barely knows her own name... so her crabbiness was certainly not aging induced. No, she was just cranky for no reason at all. Well, not NO reason, she is still teething and growing and learning to be human at lightening speeds. Which really would make anyone crabby. Heck I get crabby just thinking about it. Last week we went on our first trip to the local public library.  It's a fabulous old building with 4 floors of literature of all kinds.  The third floor is the children's library, which was where we were heading for a Baby & Me activity group. I wasn't sure wha...