Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Here she is!

Daisy's second ad

I have heard that Daisy's second ad is now out! I doubt I will get the catalog, again, so if anyone sees it, please save it for me (pleasepleasepleasethankyouthankyouthankyou). It is in a Macy's catalog called the Great Gift Guide (I am pretty sure) and she is on p. 80 (I think).

Monday, October 29, 2007

Milestone

Daisy took five independent steps today!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Wild turkeys are attacking people on the streets of Boston

Luckily, I heard a report on NPR from the Brookline animal control officer, saying what to do. DON'T: run. The turkey will only swiftly pursue you. DO: hit the turkey with your purse (if you have one). Just don't hit the turkey hard enough to kill it because it is a protected species, he said.

Hope this helps someone out there.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Here it is




Her arm is a little cut off because she's actually overlapping onto two pages, but you can see her WHOLE self if you go to the Macy's website. The link to the catalog online:

http://www1.macys.com/store/catalog/index.ognc?action=locatorSearch&ZipCode=94121

You click on the "Great Gatherings and Celebrations Sale" catalog and click over to pp. 8-9.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Daisy in Macy's

Hi all,
My friend and colleague told me this morning that Daisy is in the Macy's catalog--I believe she said on p.8, under "Everyday Values." Unfortunately, I don't seem to be getting the catalogs in the mail, though I've tried requesting them. So I would really appreciate it if any of you out there who might get the catalog could look for Daisy for me! I really want a copy (I think my friend will probably give me her catalog, but, you know, it'd be nice to get my greedy little hands on a few pictures). She's wearing a shirt that says "Wild Child" (amusingly enough--this child is so un-wild that she still hasn't taken her first independent step, at 15 months) and pants that look sort of like leopard-print, but the print is actually made up of little hearts. And she's wearing wee pink shoes.
EDIT: The catalog is "Macy's West," meaning all the western states get it.

Friday, October 12, 2007

The Cute is coming to get you...

...and there's nothing you can do to stop it. You are helpless against its powers. Give in! Give in now!!!! (Otherwise known as "Babies at the Zoo"-thank you so much, Dena!)



Note that Henry is carefully checking for cross-traffic before he goes on-- at age one he is already better than most SF drivers....

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Dada, you're such a card

Mark recorded himself on Daisy's toy phone singing the beginning of Borat's national anthem. It sounds really distorted and funny on the cheap mechanism of the phone, and he only gets as far as, "Kazakhstan, greatest country in the world." Daisy LOVES it. She plays it over and over (and over) again, bouncing up and down and beaming and saying, "Dada!"

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Crying it out

Daisy has been sleeping through the night for the last two or three months, with only a little bump in the road here and there, but last night was possibly our hardest night with her ever. She woke up at 9:30 and wouldn't stop crying. We went in at intervals and soothed her back to sleep, but every time we put her back in the crib, she'd wake up and start screaming again. We weren't doing a very hard-core "cry it out," I don't think-- letting her go maybe 20 minutes at a time, then going in at soothing her. But at midnight or so, when Mark went in again to check on her (she'd been crying on and off for two and a half hours), he saw white foam at her mouth and a stain on her sheet, and then when he picked her up, she threw up her entire dinner. It was pretty terrible. We both felt like there had been something wrong with our approach, if this was the result. We had to change her and her sheet and clean her room (the vomit was everywhere). Poor Daisy.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

I take it all back

She was SUCH a hiney last night. Woke up screaming in the middle of the night and wouldn't go back to sleep. I don't think anything was really wrong, either, or I wouldn't call her a hiney. I hate to be superstitious, but it seems like every single time I write or say anything glowing or corny about motherhood, something comes and bites me in the hiney to punish me for...hubris? Sentimentality?

I feel like sleep-deprived hiney today.

Hiney.

Monday, October 01, 2007

Non-weaning

I can't wean!

Here I am, with Daisy at 14 months, and I can't or won't wean her. I always thought I'd be weaning at a year, if I could even make it that long. But here I am. I have been telling myself that I just can't do it because Daisy's not ready; I was hoping the process would happen the way other women have told me it happened for them--just sort of naturally and organically, with both parties mutually agreeing it was over. Okay, so that's not happening. But today I finally admitted to myself that it's not just Daisy who's the problem, it's me. As surprised as I am to find this is true of myself, I'm not sure I am ready. I will miss the closeness so very much, especially lying curled in the darkness next to her when I'm putting her to bed. I can't help but worry that we will never be this close again, that we'll be losing our very special bond if I wean. She won't need me as much, and we won't be as intimate.

I don't even know for sure that I have any milk left. I don't feel as though I'm making any. I never get engorged anymore or feel that milk is there, although sometimes I get the smallest sensations of the let-down (nothing like what the let-down use to be, where it would sometimes start squirting and I had to wear nursing pads). I figure there must be something there, or she wouldn't keep nursing... and if she's nursing, my body must be getting the message to produce something. But it just doesn't feel the same. So now, instead of cutting back on nursings the way I'm supposed to be doing for weaning, I find myself desperate not to miss a single one because I'm so afraid my supply will entirely dry up if so.

The thing is, I don't think I am going to have another baby, so this may be it-- the only time I ever have this experience in my life. Although I always thought I'd be relieved to end nursing, I now find myself almost in grief over the end of this chapter of my life.