What Books Do YOU Read?

28 02 2011

We get asked that question a lot. My friend Jessica formed a book club last year. Our first meeting was in January, 2010. Two of the gals were pregnant, due in May (within two weeks of one another). I had suspicion that Jessica was pregnant. I was pregnant (but not telling anyone yet). Well, it turns out that every girl in our book club was expecting. All of the babies have been born now, and they are one cute brood.

jack (sep13), ella (sep24), lainie (oct7), madelyn (may30), carter (oct1)

Last summer, when I would mention that my book club was pregnant, people would say “what in the world? what kind of book club is that??”. I promise. It’s a run of the mill, standard book club. With lots of cute additions this year.

talk to the hand, slobber boy

We met on Sunday this week to discuss Snow Flower and the Secret Fan (I told you they were legit books!). We did get to discuss a little of the book, but of course the babies tend to take over any adult conversation.

they all look like they have their own secret to tell (no fan though)

Not all of the book club babies made it, but a good chunk of them did. How awesome are they? Chubby little buggers.

missing a few, but oh so cute

We’re keeping up with the book club, babies are always invited, books are sometimes optional, good friendship is always there. It’s been fun to go through this major life change with such neat women. I look forward to raising our chubby munchkins together!

PopPop and His Boy

26 02 2011

Doesn’t Carter Joe look so much like his PopPop right now?

poppop (joe) and carter joe - both before 6 months old



17 02 2011


Most of you have probably noticed the bumpie on Carter Joe’s little head (ok, let’s face it that kid has a HUGE head – Scott says he looks like Charlie Brown). Contrary to popular belief (from strangers all around), I did not drop him on his head. It’s called a hemangioma. It occurs in approximately 20% of babies in the US. They don’t really know what causes it, but there are some theories out there. One is that blood vessels broke free while he was forming but trapped under his first layer of skin. Others say it’s related to high hormones and low oxygen at birth (check and check).

he wasn't jumping on a bed

Regardless of how it is caused, it does not hurt him and it is not permanent. It gets a little dry and I have to work to keep it moisturized so he doesn’t break the skin. That’s the only time it could get rough. Because there are blood vessels at the surface, it would be tough to heal and would bleed a lot.

he didn't fall out of his chair

Most doctors you ask will tell you it should be gone by the time he’s 1 or 2. Carter’s started growing by about week 5 and boy did it grow! I believe it has stopped growing by the last week of December. Once it stops growing, it will stay the same for a while and then should begin shrinking.

It’s hard not to be vain and worry about if it doesn’t go away, but it’s a very important lesson to be learned early in his life. Teach him to understand uniquenesses and see his beauty (handsomeness?). Boy is he handsome!

handsome bugger

His little mark has been labeled a lot of funny things. Bookmark (instead of birth mark, by Abby), angel bite (instead of angel kiss), and my favorite is that he has a super chip implanted in his head to make him smarter than all the others (by kkr).

laughing at himself

Anyhoo…I wanted to let y’all know what it was all about…my handsome little boy has a special little mark of love. 🙂 Oh, and a quick word of advice – don’t ever ask a new (extremely hormonal) mom if she dropped her baby on his head. Ok? Ok.

I Still Like to Cook

15 02 2011

It seems my little online diary and collection of recipes has turned for the baby. Baby this, baby that. He’s precious. And all-consuming. But I’ve still been taking culinary adventures here and again. I just find pictures of my food aren’t nearly as cute as pictures of my little valentine.

the table is set

Scott and I have a tradition of making a picnic on the floor, listening to music, eating stinky cheeses, and drinking a nice glass of wine for Valentine’s day. Well…I can’t eat the cheese this year. And I sit on the floor all too often. So I stepped it up a notch and made Osso Buco. Woweee was it tasty! I served it over fresh pappardelle with a side of wilted spinach tossed with olive oil and a bit of crisped coppa. We shared an amazing Brunello di Montalcino (the wine we brought back with us from our honeymoon in Italy).

osso buco con gremolata

I gave Scott a little bar of gourmet chocolate and he gave me a CD – that we listened to while we ate! It was a perfect way to spend valentine’s day!

Signs You Have Become a Mother

11 02 2011

How many of you have entered a new phase in life and said “I’ll never do x…” (think blush and bashful – Steel Magnolias). Then you catch yourself in the midst of it all doing x. Probably y and z too. This post is a perfect example of things I said I would not do. But let’s face it. Life changes. In so many wonderful ways, funny ways, and exhausting ways.

Today I was called ma’am by the 17 year old girl who helped me get my groceries out to the car this afternoon, I giggled at being called ma’am (and having someone help me get groceries to my car) and sighed. Oh, how life has changed. It inspired a short list of signs you’ve become a mother.

  1. You try to trick your baby and wear cotton until just before walking out the door. Babies must not be fans of cashmere. They throw up on fine fabrics.
  2. Stop lights take foooooooooooooorever now.
  3. Driving to the suburbs is now a fun errand because it guarantees a quality nap (yeah, that’s right Dr. Weissbluth, it’s a NAP. In motion. And this momma says it counts)
  4. Driving to the suburbs does not take as long as it used to (so you pick a farther suburb or take the route that goes all the way around the metro area before landing at your destination 12 miles from home – not a popular choice in my green city).
  5. You forget to put on half of your outfit (see #1), but your 4 month old boy has matching shirt, overalls, sweater, hat and socks.
  6. You actually DO need help getting your groceries in your car (thank goodness for the kind souls who schlep our groceries out to the car in the rain).
  7. You are not embarrassed to do really dumb dances and moves to get your kid to laugh.
  8. You DO know the muffin man. He lives on Drury Lane.
  9. You’ve discovered unknown pockets of fat (thanks to those little busy hands grabbing at you while nursing). Your back-of-the-arm-fat (no parade waves for me), your belly fat (thanks kid, I blame you), your neck fat (what? I didn’t know that was there! OUCH that hurts).
  10. You look at your own mother in a totally different light that you didn’t think possible.
  11. You also regret things you said to your mother during those pesky teenage years. “It’s YOUR money comes to mind.” Gah. Payback’s going to be rough.
  12. You used to hate it when someone put their hands on your face (ew, I’m going to break out there!) and you relish the moment when two little clammy, chubby hands hold the sides of your face.
  13. Sloppy kisses used to make you call your girlfriends and laugh while telling them about said sloppy kiss.
  14. Sloppy kisses STILL make you want to call your girlfriends and laugh while telling them about said sloppy kiss. Only the giver of the kiss has changed.
  15. Your heart is stretched to its limits. You feel proud and sad and scared and happier than you’ve ever felt all at the same time while you watch your little human grow and learn.

Who Should I Strangle?

7 02 2011

What genius came up with the idea to flavor baby medicine PEPPERMINT? I mean. Really. Peppermint! These things make a mother want to walk up to the door of the pharmaceutical company and ask if they ever had a kid.

Carter has reflux. A fairly decent case of it. It was diagnosed when he was 6 weeks old (after a couple weeks of non stop screaming, poor me little guy). His pediatrician prescribed Ranitidine, or Zantac. The formula is specifically designed for babies. And it’s peppermint flavored. The pharmacy can add a sweet flavor to make it better. So we add tutti frutti. It’s sort of coconutty. Pina colada if you will. Cherry would be red and my house would then be red. So white tutti frutti it is.

You know when you go to the beach and the waiters bring by fruity drinks with flowers and umbrellas in them? Has one of them ever offered you a pina colada mixed with a candy cane? If they do, decline politely. It’s vile. Straight up vile. Poor Carter has to take 1.6mL of this stuff three times a day. He’s getting more and more creative at avoiding it. My favorite is when he sneezes immediately following a bit. Then I get to be coated in Pepperina Colada too (it actually burns my lips when it hits them). Sadly, he used to just cry every time. But now he is far more creative…

Four Months

1 02 2011

hey guys. guess what? i'm four months old!

mom keeps taking pictures of me. i love my chair. but i'm tired of this orange shirt.

i like to spice it up and pretend the chair is full of hot coals. don't put your feet down!

no. seriously. don't laugh at me, you can't put your feet down!

oh, aaaaaaaaaaaah, one dropped!

whew. they are back up. that was close.

at my 4mo checkup, my doctor told me i was a thriving, healthy baby. she told mama to stop swaddling me (hooray, i'm so tired of the straightjacket look).

she also said mama could stop feeding me when i'm half asleep at 11pm.

eeeeeeeeek. STOP for a minute. she said what?

but...but...i'm just going to waste away. mama, doctor lady, didn't you hear???

oh hi. this funny thing keeps popping up into my face.

whoa. there's two of them! when did those get here? feet are funny.

oh, hey. check out the fan! fans are hilarious. especially if they have lights on them.

what was i saying again?

mama. you are nuts.

remember, feet up! no touching the chair!

didn't you HEAR the doctor? tall and slender! don't I look skinny to you?

i'll probably just have to eat my hands if you won't feed me at 11 anymore.

oh. hey! there's another foot. i wonder how many i have?

feet up folks!

seriously mom, i'm wasting away. don't cut out the feeding.


Carter went in for his four month check up this week. He is growing well, at 27 1/2″ and weighing 17 pounds. Apparently he’s a light weight and only in the 75th percentile for weight. We all thought he was a tank, but he’s got some room to grow if he would like. 🙂 He’s rolling over from front to back and is a champion tummy timer. He makes new sounds every day and is always keeping us laughing. He sleeps great at night (knock wood), but isn’t a huge fan of napping during the day. He’ll do it, but not for long.

He’s started “hugging and kissing” me when I’m burping him. He’ll put his arms around my neck and put his face on my cheek with his mouth wide open and burrow in. I have no idea if he’s actually kissing me or thinking my cheek might be a source of milk, but I love every second of it. The minute he sees his daddy his whole face lights up and he gives the biggest grin. Scott said it well when he said Carter smiles with his whole body. He squinches up his knees, tucks his head and his eyes light up. He loves his O ball. In fact, one day he held on to it for 4 hours straight. All the way through a nap and a feeding. He’s that way with a lot of things. My hair. My earrings. My shirt. He doesn’t like to let go of things easily. Just after he turned three months old, he started laughing. At just about anything…but he really loves it if you scare him a little (but not too much because then you get the face crumpling cry and it will make your heart so sad). Weird kid.

We are having so much fun with him and are simply amazed at how quickly he is growing up.