When Iris was first born, Mike and I were both relieved that it looked like Iris would have Mike’s feet. Her feet were (relatively) skinny and long and she had Morton’s toe like Mike. Now that she’s chunked up, her feet are ginormous.
Poor girl will live the rest of her life with fat and wide feet just like mommy . Anyway, I was at Target today and happened to pass by some cute shoes in the kids’ section. I’m really sick and tired of Iris looking like a hobo, always barefoot and all. I never put socks on her because they always slip off her feet and fall off (probably because her legs are so chubby that the elastic doesn’t hold) or she pulls at them when playing on the floor. So maybe putting shoes on her will keep her socks on. And now that it’s almost fall (and consequently, almost winter), she will need to keep her feet warm now!
Here are the shoes from Target…she is in a size 3 shoe…and let me tell you, it takes some skill to get her rolls of fat into these babies!
Iris has no problems sleeping at night, but she does have some weird sleeping positions. Here she is with both arms behind her back…don’t know how she balances herself like that while sleeping…
Iris had her first taste of the LA area last week and had a nice trip with family and friends out there. She was pretty good on the plane (we even had a layover both times) and she seemed to time her naps just at the right times (takeoff and landing). Below are pics (with caption commentary) from the trip. We flew in last night at 11:30p est after a one-hour delay and then we discovered as we were leaving the parking lot that we had a flat tire. So Mike had to change our flat tire in the cold and rain at midnight while I was trying to keep Iris from going ballistic after being up so long past her bedtime. We finally got home at around 1am. What a nightmare…when all you want to do is get home and dive into bed, something bad happens!
We are all seriously jet-lagged. Iris slept until 9:00am this morning. The jet lag works out for me, however, because I will be less tired tonite at work.
So it’s back to the grind…in some ways I am glad to be back at work, but in many ways I am not. When I was in nursing school, our asst dean told us that as new med-surg nurses, we would be feeling completely stressed out, feeling like we don’t know anything, and wanting to quit all the time for the first year. Now it has been a year and I still don’t feel comfortable. In fact, I am always stressed out that I am going to make a huge mistake and/or piss someone off (patient/co-worker/families/supervisors)…so I am always on my toes. Well actually, I took 3 months off for maternity leave, so that gives me 3 more months to be comfortable. Giving it 3-6 more months…
I’d say about 88% of the time, Iris turns into a cranky baby monster right after we take her out of her nightly bath and into her towel. It’s a struggle to get her to be calm enough to dry her off and put her in her PJs and sleep sack. Unless I start blowing raspberries or give her a chew toy, she starts crying her eyes out at the fact that bath time is over. One night, Mike decided to distract after her bath by putting one of her teething rings right on her face…I don’t think she knew what to do about it lol!
Something about drinking water in a cup turns Iris into a junkie…it’s like she can’t have enough…until I decide it’s enough and I have to literally pull her away and distract her with something else. Whenever she sees me drink water from a cup she whines and pumps her legs because she wants some too. Hey, at least it’s just water and not something like coca-cola (or cigarettes).
Tonight was the last time I will breastfeed Iris…and I am feeling sad.
I’ve been slowly weaning Iris since she turned about five and a half months and every couple of weeks or so I would take out a feeding and replace it with a bottle of formula. Slowly over time, Iris has shown a preference for the bottle over my breast, probably because it is more consistent and also because it probably provides more milk for her growing body. When I sat down tonight to breastfeed her before bedtime, she took my breasts at first, but then kept pulling off, indicating she wanted the bottle. She had been doing this the past few weeks, but tonight was especially a struggle. The moment I stuck the bottle of formula in her eager mouth, she calmed down and started to enjoy her meal.
I feel sad that Iris has weaned herself off the breast…I almost wanted her to want the breast for comfort so that I would be “forced” to breastfeed at night for at least a year. Given that she is now almost 22 lbs. (she was 21.5 lbs last week at her 6 month check-up), it is probably for the best nutrition-wise. But I am sad because this is one of many ways that Iris will become more independent as she gets older. *sigh* I guess this is one reason why people end up having more than one child…so that they can experience the lovely moments of babyhood again (and again).
I’m also sad because I’ve noticed that I’ve stopped losing weight and started gaining again. Now that I’m not providing nutrition for Iris, I need to stop eating all those extra calories. I’m exactly the same weight as I was pre-pregnancy and I want it to stay that way! The aggravating thing is, I’m the same weight, but I don’t have the same belly as before. Most of my pants/shorts still do not fit. I can slide into them fine (my butt/hips are back to normal size), but I can’t button anything because I have this jelly-like mass of abdominal fat that gets in the way. I’m hesitant to go shopping for new pants (even though I desperately need them!) because I don’t want to go up a size! Will I ever fit into my old pants again?
So here I am: 30 years old! I think my 30s are going to go by SO quickly. I need to slow down my life!
My birthday weekend was great…I had the weekend off from work, I had two date nights with Mike while my in-laws watched Iris (basically she slept the whole time we were out!), and got to relax a little bit before I start work again tonight.
I had a birthday cake…that had waaaaay too many candles on it.
Iris helped me blow them out.
(You can see that she’s already in her sleep sack…she was already whining to go to bed at that point, but I wanted her to see the candles.)
Last weekend we dragged Nikki Unger-Fink (sister-in-law’s husband’s cousin) out from her stay in NYC so she could work her talent for us. We love the pictures that she took for us and we’ll keep it in our photo albums for years to come. Nikki is a budding photographer and has got a lot of potential (hi Nikki!) and we look forward to seeing more of her work! Here’s a sample of the pictures that she took…
. Anyway, I was at Target today and happened to pass by some cute shoes in the kids’ section. I’m really sick and tired of Iris looking like a hobo, always barefoot and all. I never put socks on her because they always slip off her feet and fall off (probably because her legs are so chubby that the elastic doesn’t hold) or she pulls at them when playing on the floor. So maybe putting shoes on her will keep her socks on. And now that it’s almost fall (and consequently, almost winter), she will need to keep her feet warm now!
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