Posts Tagged ‘baby’

Highlight of our Sunday evening

August 23, 2010

Hands down was this…

p.s. I realize ours is not the first baby/toddler to get her groove on to Beyonce. What is it about this song?!

p.p.s. I am very excited that, as you just witnessed, Meghan is now twirling.

Be happy…

July 14, 2010

…Meghan says so!

Feeling a little soft

August 4, 2009

My Aunt Janet gave Baby Blue the cutest bathing suit when she made her world debut. I haven’t had a chance to put it on her yet, and I fear that before long she won’t fit into it. So I decided to take her to my sister’s pool this past weekend and get the requisite baby-in-pool-footage for her scrapbook. But of course this whole experience meant I would have to put on a bathing suit too–yippee! I’m still a little “soft” from the whole carrying a baby in my body thing, so wasn’t entirely thrilled about donning a bathing suit quite yet. But as I contemplated this task, I recalled a GREAT post I read on one of my favorite Mom blogs. Really rings true, so I share the link to it here.

“Ferris”ism rings true

July 24, 2009

ferrisI was out of town for work for about 36 hours earlier this week. First time away from baby, and I slept like a champ. (I probably shouldn’t sound quite so jubilant, but it was sooo nice to have an uninterrupted night of sleep)!

On Wednesday morning, I drove to a parking garage in downtown Chicago where I parked my rental car on floor 614 (or so it seemed as I coiled around and around and around the garage to the one vacant spot in sight). I had a lot on my mind as I maneuvered into a spot next to a couple emerging from their own vehicle. I was joining five co-workers at a new business pitch later that day. I had been reviewing the points I wanted to make during this presentation as I put the car into park. I was also silently missing my little girl. I was wrapped up in these thoughts when I noticed the woman emerging from the car next to me, and she was VERY pregnant.

Now as a recent pregger myself, I feel a certain kinship to women going through pregnancy. It wasn’t long ago I was carting around 41 (yes 41) extra pounds of body weight myself. And this woman was the about-to-give-birth-on-the-concrete-floor kind of pregnant looking ready to pop. I then observed her husband pulling a large duffel bag, a pillow and what resembled a diaper bag from the trunk of this car. She was in labor!! They were arriving to give birth to a new life!

How very different their day was going to be from mine. I was wearing my one and only business suit that makes about four appearances outside of my closet a year. She was wearing yoga pants and a long-sleeve T. I was carrying a computer bag and a cup of tea. She was carrying a pillow and a person! I was turned around in this maze of a parking garage. She marched forward with purpose in the direction of Northwestern Hospital to deliver a child. I was going to remember this day because I had a challenging new business pitch ahead of me and missed my daughter terribly. She was going to remember this day because she brought life into the world! The whole encounter lasted no more than two minutes, but I was struck by the appropriateness of a quote that I try to bring to mind every so often when I need a reality check:

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it.” -Ferris  Bueller

Congrats mystery woman and man. Welcome to the world little baby!

On Van Halen and bathtubs…

June 26, 2009

Remember that song from Van Halen called “Right Now?” I’ve always liked the music video for this song. In particular, I’ve often thought about the line that flashes on screen at around the 3 minute 46 second mark. It reads, “Right now, you’re not doing what you most wish you were.” Usually when I see the video and that line in particular, unfortunately I have to concur. From time to time when in a work meeting or stuck in traffic or the waiting room of a doctor’s office, I’ve thought about that line and its truth. Unfortunately, those times seem to be too frequent.

But not last night. And not the night before that and not the night before that. Because last night and the nights preceding it, I gave Meghan a bath, and though our tub desperately needs resealing as the paint is slowly chipping off, and though the bathroom decor needs serious updating, and though the light is just a little too dim in there, I couldn’t think of any other place I’d rather be or anything else I’d rather be doing. And thankfully these moments are becoming more and more frequent.

What does she look like?

March 10, 2009

I am just shy of 38 weeks pregnant, and I am dying to know what this little girl inside of me looks like. We had an ultrasound today to assess her growth. (I was measuring a bit small at my weekly checkup yesterday, and the doctor ordered one.) While I was worried about her growth, I was also secretly thrilled to get another glimpse of my peanut who I haven’t seen on camera since our 19-week ultrasound.

Thankfully she is on track with her growth and development. If anything, she is on the big side! And I got to see, for a few seconds anyway, a glimpse of her pudgy little face! We have a photo of it, and though I am back at work now, I can’t stop pulling the photo out of my purse to stare at her.

I know come three weeks from now, I will be yearning for a break from her so I can squeeze in a cat nap, but right now, all I want is to see her face and touch her hand.

So cute!

February 12, 2009

I love dogs. I love babies. Put ’em together, and I’m mush.

Loved this clip from the “Bonnie Hunt Show” that I found on another mommy blog (Mommy Thoughts–thanks for posting)!

Mommy-to-be meets blog

January 8, 2009

Welcome! This is the first post on my new mommy blog. Yes, I’ve joined the ranks of what seems like countless other moms to share my parenting experiences with the blogosphere. But I am not new to blogging. A whopping five to 10 of you have already gone inside my head via my (A)musings blog, which will continue to live alongside this new forum for sharing my thoughts with the world.

I am a soon-to-be a first-time mom. Baby Girl Blue is due March 26. That means as of tomorrow, I will be 11 weeks out from D-Day (aka my due date). None of it has seemed real thus far, but that has started to change. The other day, either my daughter punched me hard or did some some sort of acrobatic stunt in utero that jolted me upright. There is most definitely a creature in there, and I am going to be her mom, which is sort of a scary thought.

Mom is the angel who raised me and my three sisters with what appeared (to me anyway) to be sheer ease. She always said and did the right thing and continues to do that for her four adult children even to this day. She worked full-time while managing to wrangle us all in and be a devoted wife, daughter to her own mother and friend to her many pals. I’m too immature, selfish and impatient to be anything like her. But I will try. One thing I commit to doing (as my mom did for me) is to put surprise notes and occasional treats in my daughter’s lunch bag so she’ll find them mid-day and know she’s  loved a lot.

It is here on this blog that I’ll chronicle bits of my pursuit to be like my mom to my daughter.

Wish me luck!