A Mommy Moment First

So since Olivia has been born I have yet to be away from her longer than the time it takes to run to the grocery store or through a drive thru window.

This I must admit isn't so much that I can't bear the thought of being away from her as much as it has to do with laziness. I find myself selfishly sleeping when I finally manage to get her to sleep so I rarely leave my room let alone the house.

Usually when I do decide to brave the outside world longer than 20 minutes she is with me. Angrily strapped in her carseat.

Oh she loathes the carseat

Anyways my parents are out of town to my sister's graduation....a trip I was supposed to go on with Miss baby.....oh but that's another story altogether. Anyway they are gone and since my cat has been living with them since Mitch and I moved back to Roseville I needed to go over there daily to make sure he had food and was safely in the garage at night.

Now Olivia has been quite the pill the past few days...the past week really and so once and if she falls asleep I will not wake her. I don't care of there is a natural disaster if she is asleep nobody move or even breathe because damn it I might lose my mind dealing with a crabby baby all day!

So I have left the sleeping babe in the care of Mitch or his family while I try to quickly dash over to take care of Mr. Shiloh kitty-witty face

This is an old pic of Shi...I really miss my cat...sad-face!

This was a rare moment in Santa Barbara when he wasn't being

harassed relentlessly by Mitch

I also really miss Santa Barbara...yeah who would have guessed I'd ever miss that place? Well despite all efforts to pretend it was hell on earth...it was actually quite picturesque

This was taken through a car windshield

But yet again missing SB is yet another story....excuse me always getting distracted and going off on tangents

Anywho with Livvy Love soundlessly asleep I took off to my parents...about a 10 minute drive...to feed the cat.

I turned on the radio and what was playing? American Idiot by Green Day. I rarely listen to the radio so when I come across a song I actually know the words to I like to sing along.

I went to turn it up and I found myself hesitate, "don't blow the baby's eardrums out Emily", I thought to myself. You see I am one of those people. The type you pull up next to at the stop-light and think "my God that is loud if I can hear it with all the windows up in my car".

However, I have since changed my ways since Miss baby is usually tagging along.

It was my first thought though, of her. Then I found myself amused with my scattered brain because baby was not in the car with me...

TURN IT UP!!!!!!!

I rocked out...sang along and had a grand old time with myself. The song ended and what should happen next you ask? Rage Against the Machine happened next...could this drive get any better than two songs in a row in which I know all the words?

Then it dawned on me. Will I ever be that person again? I mean I am usually not one for the angry type punk music. I usually find myself listening to what Mitch calls "old hippy music", however thanks to ex-boyfriends I do find myself enjoying angry music on occasion.

Am I destined to soft playing classical music for the rest of my mommy days because I would never play Green Day or especially Rage Against the Machine with Olivia in the car.

I felt kinda sad for my lost musical identity...But then again I get to hang with one super cool cat baby for the rest of my days. In the melodic words of Julie Andrews in Sound of Music (My Favorite Things) "and then I don't feel soooooo bad".

My timing must be off

*Warning if you are at all offended by the sight of poop you may want to skip this one

Ever since miss baby arrived I have seemed to struggle with the problem of timing. Managing time of course has become a challenge since my life now revolves around a rather unpredictable infant. I am told that her predictability will soon be established but there may be one thing I may never be able to time right.

Diaper changes and the poop and pee issue.

You see I seem to at least every other day struggle with an unexpected pee or poop in the middle of a diaper change. Thank heavens she is not a boy or I would regularly get shot with pee in my face.

I don't know if it's just my baby but she seems to have quite the trajectory with the poop.

Last night as I awoke bleary-eyed to her crying I arranged to change her, feed her and then pray that she go right back to sleep. Good plan...will it happen is the question. Well in my exhausted state I decided to just change her on the bed. I was too tired to fuss with the changing table.

I open the diaper and notice that she is only wet not poopy and think to myself that it's kinda odd but whatever easier clean-up. As I lift her by the ankles to replace the wet diaper with a new one I hear the dreaded sound. I can't even describe accurately what it sounds like but any other mother probably knows exactly the sound I mean. And before I have time to react it's everywhere. Poop!

All over the bed, all over her, on my pants, on my shirt and wait for it........ on my face and glasses...thank God I was wearing glasses!

I probably should have been more horrified but for some reason, most likely lethargy, I found it funny. I cleaned up and she went back to sleep. I was yet again amazed about how often something like this seems to happen to me.

Had I waited a little while the poop would have been where it belonged, the diaper. Alas what can I say.

As Forrest Gump would say "shit happens"....excuse the language of the expression.

Yesterday I was changing her, on the changing table, and as I lifted the dirty diaper away and wiped her sweet little cheeks clean I noticed how happy she was to be naked. She was squawking away and kicking her legs and flailing her little arms. I thought okay she can hang for a while since she was being irresistibly cute. I turn to throw the diaper away and then talk to her for a while about her busy baby day. She is cooing and smiling and then she falls silent and the sweet little noises are replaced by that crazy expolsion sound. POOP! All over her and all over the changing table...I should have known!

And to add insult to injury after her bath tonight she once again let it rip once snug and secure in her little baby towel. She was laying on my bed in her towel but this time I for once had the foresight to lay down a thick adult towel underneath her.

But she did manage to fall peacefully asleep afterwards. I guess as a mother you have to chose your battles. I would much prefer poop than a crying, refuses to sleep baby.

Let's get it started

Sooooo now that Miss Olivia is here I (mama) have been told that I need to start a "blog". I cannot guarantee that I will be as diligent in writing as some other bloggers, but I'll try. I am pretty good at posting blog like bulletins on myspace so I figure I could just take my ramblings here instead of there. But the main purpose being to update friends and family on the happenings of my "little miss". It should not be hard to find things to say about her!