Kilroy was here

When I opened my eyes yesterday morning, peeking over the edge of Hayden's bassinet at me, this is what I saw...

then...

and...

Now imagine those images in fast motion... thud, thud, thump!...thud, thud, thump!... thud, thud, thump! ... and you'll understand why, even though my sweet girl rarely wakes crying, I was up at 6:30 in the morning.

Of course, what a wonderful way to wake up any time of day or night, with chubby, lovely piggies dancing along the edge of the crib, just begging to be gobbled up!

Redefining My Universe

Growing up, getting married and having a baby completely changes the way you see the world, no doubt. Still some things never change. Behold:

Things that do not change:
Getting a migraine.

Particularly one while pregnant or breastfeeding, which precludes the luxury of taking medicine for treatment. That still sucks eggs from here to the moon. Maybe the only change is that now, in addition to feeling like a chain gang is driving spikes into my eye, I cannot totally rest and try to recover - I have a squirmy, gurgly 5 month old that wants to test how long she can yodel without taking a breath to worry about. At least until her dad gets home and saves my life.

Things that do change:
Your definition of 'sexy'.

Awaking from your migraine-induced coma to find your husband taking out the trash AND doing the dishes WHILE watching your squirmy, gurgly 5 month old is TOTALLY sexy. Forget Hugh Jackman (well, who can forget Hugh Jackman, but move him down a few notches, anyway), move over Matt Damon, make room for CHRIS "Who's Your Daddy" Padgett! Gotta love a man who can multi-task! Bow-chica-wow-wow...

That's all I'm sayin'.

Rollin'

This past weekend Chris, Hayden and I were running errands and when we got to Lowe's, instead of lugging Hayden in her carseat and plopping it up into one of the carts, we pulled her out and carried her with us, something I've done increasingly as the weight of her in the carseat has grown to the point that I've begun considering the purchase of a small lift to avoid having to personally raise her seat up and out of my incredibly TALL car myself (yes, I know it's really a truck. I don't care. It has 4 doors and seating for 5. I call it a car). This time, though, we added a twist. We let her sit in one of the cart seats, tucked in there with her diaper bag and a blanket (because although she sits up really well now, she still has moments where she forgets she's upright and decides to leeeaaan one direction or another or gets REALLY excited about something and flings herself backwards in a grand display of enthusiasm).



She LOVED it!!!! She had a blast watching everything and zipping around the store, and clung to the handle bar for most of the trip, sitting up (as her daddy says) like she has good sense! I got a picture from a subsequent trip to Kroger, and as you can tell, she's ready to move!

Happy Cruising!