Girl Pants/Boy Pants

Yesterday Todd was going to pick up Nick from daycare, but got stuck at work late. And as luck would have it, I got stuck at work late, too. So it was Gramma to the rescue with the pick up. I called the babysitter to let her know that my mom would be picking up Nick, and in a slightly worried voice, she informed me that Nick had an "accident" earlier in the day.



Rule #1 -- Don't use the word "accident" with a new mom when referring to her child. It causes instant panic.

I asked her what she meant by "accident" and she informed me that he ate a huge breakfast, and then proceeded to "throw up" all over himself.

Rule #2 -- Don't use the phrase "throw up" when you really mean "spit up" because to a new mom, "throw up" implies illness. "Spit up" implies "he ruined his clothes".

Anyway, she proceeded to tell me that he had dirtied his entire outfit (shirt and pants) and she had to change his clothes. But because I clearly don't care about being in the running for mom of the year, I forgot to leave a change of pants at the sitters house in case of necessity.

So seeing as it was cold outside, the babysitter didn't want Nick to just be sitting around in a onesie and socks (much appreciated) and had to dress him in the only thing she had:

Girl pants. Size 2T. Bright reddish-magenta. Ruffled cuffs.

Seriously, I forgot to take pics, but the above is the best shot my mom got of him in said "girl pants". (The babysitter kept calling them "girl pants" which for some reason was hilarious to me.)

I'm completely relieved that Nick was too young to know or care that he was wearing girl pants because I have a haunting memory of a time in the 3rd grade when I wet my pants (I know, a little too old for pants wetting...but I digress). After wetting my pants, I embarrassingly told my teacher, who sent me to the clinic, where they kept a supply of old donated clothes for situations exactly such as these.

But apparently girls stop wetting their pants after kindergarten, because the clinic only had boy's underwear and pants on hand. And they made me wear them. I'm talking mighty mouse under-roo's, and boy sweat pants. I. Was. Mortified.

So I hid out in the clinic until my mom could leave work, grab a pair of panties and girl pants for me from home, and bring them to me so that I didn't have to spend the day in boy underpants. Not that anyone could tell I was wearing them, but in my little third grade mind, it was the end of the world.

And I never wet my pants again.

Just to clarify...

I haven't actually forgotten about Nick's 9 month post (holy $h!t, 9 months?!). I'm specifically waiting until our 9 month well-baby visit next Tuesday so that I know his exact weight/length/etc. because I've been guesstimating since our last well-baby check-up which was 3 months ago.

Is it weird that I actually LOVE taking Nick to the pediatrician? Granted, I only love it when he's going for his well-baby check-ups. Don't love those sick visits (which, knock on wood, I think we've only had two of...one for pink eye, and one for what sounded like a cold, but was chalked up to probably teething. And yes, his 4 bottom teeth all started to appear a few days after that visit).

Anyway, I'm looking forward to finding out just how much our mini chunk weighs, and how tall he is now.

In other less-than-exciting baby news, we're switching out Nick's infant carrier this weekend. Time to put the big boy car seat in the blazer! This is so bittersweet. I'll miss being able to lug Nick around in the carrier, and not have to worry about waking him up if he's just fallen asleep in the car...but in reality, I can barely lift that carrier with him in it anymore, and we rarely take the carrier in places now that Nick can sit in the grocery cart and high chairs.

So, long story short, the 9 month post -- true to form -- will be posted a week late. :)

I can't believe...

...that it's already November. Where the hell has the past 10 months gone?

...that I have a 9 month old child. Seriously, where the hell did the past 9 months go??

...that I resisted all urges to splurge on Halloween candy, only to ruin my success by eating half of a Hershey's cookies and cream bar that some kid dropped on our front porch. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?

...that even though I now have the most amazing view from my office, I sort of miss my old cozy office. Having all this space is kind of creepy...not to mention it's freezing next to this giant window.

...that I actually enjoyed the pulled pork BBQ sandwiches we made for dinner last night. I actually lean more towards the side of "hate" when it comes to anything BBQ (ribs, pulled pork, brisket, etc.). But something about making it at home made it super yummy...that and the fact that we used the leanest piece of pork roast ever sold, so there was no disgusting fat hanging off of it.

...that I jinxed myself on facebook by saying I had my great sleeping baby back, because sure enough, he woke up at 3:00am crying.

...that I actually turned off the monitor when he started crying, and passed back out. Todd was the one that eventually got up to go in to Nick's room. whoops.

...that I let Nick sleep in the bed with me from 3:30am - 7:30am. I told myself I wasn't going to let him sleep in our bed anymore for fear of him never wanting to leave our bed, and us never being able to give him a sibling. But dammit, I was tired, and that was the only way I was gonna get some extra zzzz's!

...that I went to Old Navy yesterday with the green light from Todd to spend a little $$ on myself (ok, so it was $10 because we had rewards coupons and I was already going to return stuff anyway), but I didn't buy myself ANYTHING. I did, however, buy lots of socks for Nick...which he needed...but could care less about...so in hindsight, I suppose they really were for me.

...that I have to write Nick's 9 month post...didn't I just write his 8 month post??

...how fast this year is flying by. SLOW DOWN LIFE!

...that I actually said the above statement. Had you seen me 9 months ago, you would've found me on my knees, praying for time to speed up just a bit...hoping Nick would get the hang of sleeping, eating, pooping, gaining weight, etc. I couldn't wait for him to get a little bigger...be a little more interactive. And now I'm kicking myself for wishing away that time. And now that he is bigger, more interactive, and basically the cutest, most fun baby on the planet, I just want to freeze time. Just for a little while...

...that I can't freeze time. :(

My favorite pumpkin...

Is the one with the chubby cheeks, wearing the grey sweatshirt... ;)

Thanks Gramma & Boss for carving such cute pumpkins for our little punkin'!

A boy and his dog

8 months old (actually 1 week shy of 9 months)

4 months old


4 weeks old
Nick has gotten bigger, Whinnie has gotten shaggier, Todd has inched further into the picture, and the pile on the end table in the corner has consistently been stacked higher. But I can say with complete confidence that nobody has straightened that lampshade. Ever.

A Teething Rhyme

My husband cracks me up. Like hilarious, full-body-convulsions-filled-with-laughter, cracks. me. up.

Yesterday evening we were hanging out in the living room before dinner, giggling at Nick who couldn't decide if he wanted to scream in delight at being in his bouncer, or scream in agony from the vicious top teeth that are seriously crowding our space right now.

So I said to Todd "should I go get the baby orajel?" Because we all know I can't make decisions on my own, and prefer to have Todd tell me the answer. And knowing full well that I wanted him to say "yes, go get it", he nodded profusely and said "absolutely".

I came back downstairs with the tiny tube of cherry flavored goo and sat down on the floor in front of Nick.

As I started to apply it to Nick's gums, I started to tell Todd about my visit with one of my sweet sorority sisters this past weekend. I had told her about Nick's teething and how much pain he was in. As a seasoned veteran mom -- two kids under two (17 months apart -- she deserves some kind of medal!) -- she told me "you know, a little rum really does work great".

So I was sharing this with Todd, and inadvertently said "My sorority sister said rum works. She said she just dipped her thumb, into a little rum, and rubbed it on her daughters gums..."

And before I could finish my story with "and she said it worked wonders" Todd, doubled over with laughter, interrupted and said "is this some kind of bizarre poem?!...Thumb, Rum, Gums...really?!" We both cracked up.

Man! I'm a poet and didn't even know it!

Feet are Funny

...and apparently delicious!




Todd has said I can get some new socks considering all of mine have holes in them (did you notice?) But I just don't see the need ;). Maybe I'll put socks on my Christmas list...