June 21, 2010

How I spent the weekend before Summer's start.

We survived the weekend and all I got was this crappy head cold to show for it! Grrr. I should've known, really. Late last week, I found myself asleep on the couch after Lovie was put to bed- and her bedtime is 7!  Being ridiculously tired is always my first sign of a sickness about to knock me out.

Saturday we went to look at a couple apartments (one awful, one perfect- but too small!) and then went to a baby shower for the husband's cousin and his baby mama. What a fucking waste of a day. The invite said 2-6 so we show up at 210 and the guest of honor showed up at ... wait for it ... 420!!  I was pretty steamed and felt pretty fucking insulted to be honest. Just rude.  If it were my family, I'm pretty sure I would've left.  But then again, if it were my family, it wouldn't have gone down like that. There's just no excuse. Particularly when we find out that the mom-to-be lives 5 minutes away from the venue.  RUDE!

My MIL showed up after 3 (and the whole day was a reminder and an understanding of sorts as to why she showed up to my shower two hours late), saw us (there was one other person there on time), walked right up to us, put her purse down, and took my Lovie out of my hands without saying anything.  I understand she loves and adores Lovie and that she's her only grandbaby but come on!  Say something before just yanking her out of my arms.  And the next time I was actually able to see my baby and hold her (to change her diaper of course) she smelled like MIL: gnarly old lady perfume and moth balls. FUCK!!!

What is it with women and their perfume?!  Why the hell does perfume even exist?  I haven't worn any since I was like 13. Because it stinks. And it always makes me sneeze or gag. Always. Just slap on some fucking deodorant like the rest of us, would you?!  UCK!!

When we finally left the stupid shower, we had to head over to my dad's place to do the Father's Day thing with him.  It was almost 7 already!  Wha?!?!  After an hour and a half or so we were on our way home.

Lovie was incredible the whole day despite only napping for half an hour or so at the shower.  She fell asleep while we were at my dads and then went straight to bed when we got home... but she did end up waking at  3, 330, 4 and 6 for the day. Yikes.  That's when I started feel my head pounding and my throat closing.  Fortunately Lovie's able to play independently so I let her do so in her pack n play and in the Jumperoo before breakfast and her first nap of the day. And when she was down for her nap (in the swing), I placed the husband's gift (a framed collage of photos of him and Lovie since her birth) and a card on his office chair and laid down on the couch next to Lovie in the swing. It was 8am.

At around 11, Lovie was still swinging and napping and I was asleep on the couch next to her when I hear sniffing.  I get up to find the husband in the office with tears streaming down his face (he'd probably kill me if he knew I was blogging about this). He found his gift and LOVED it. That or he was just so disgusted by it that it brought him to tears.

Lovie said her first real words yesterday, too: Da da da da was heard as she and her daddy were playing. The husband and I chuckled about it because while it was clear that she said "Da Da", it was was also clear that she had no clue what she was saying. But the timing of it happening on Father's Day was just priceless!

For lunch, I treated to Fogo de Chao which was a hit as always.

Lovie was, again, such a good girl. She sat in a high chair (first time in a restaurant) the whole time! My BIG GIRL! Everybody passing by stopped to tell us how cute she is. One woman even said, "I just have to say she's the cutest baby I think I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of babies in my life!"

At one point when I was holding her near the end of lunch, she was very smiley and chatty with the people sitting next to us. The people were enamored by her, laughing and talking to her, and exclaiming, "I swear she just said Hi!"

I swear she does, too. That and I Love You.  I swear she's talking already in addition to sitting and practically crawling. And she's not even 6 months old yet!  INSANITY.

And now I have to drown myself in water and hot tea and pray I can wash the shit that's in my head out so that I don't miss a single thing with Lovie... the countdown to her Half Birthday has officially begun: 8 more days!!


  1. Sounds like you had a great Father's Day. I won't even comment of the shower, because seriously!? Sorry you're sick, our house is too, and it sucks a big one!

  2. "Talking" already? You got a gifted girl on your hands!

  3. I SO feel you on the old lady perfume. Me & my husband have a joke that it's automatically bath night when Grandma's wearing her "going out stink"!

  4. Glad you had a good Father's Day! Sorry about the shower!! Bailey said Maaammaa at that age, and Hi here in the last month!! Yay Lovie!!


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