You learned a couple of new skills while I was on vacation this week (gotta love working at a University). On Christmas Eve day, you started making a sort of kissing sound by sucking on your upper lip. I was and still am very entertained by this new skill however I fear it may get a little old after I hear you make the same sound every fifteen seconds all day. For right now, though, it is super cute.
You also rolled over onto your side!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
First day back at work
Monday, December 13th was my first day back at work after a nice break of about ten weeks. I thoroughly enjoyed all the time I spent with you during my maternity leave. It wasn't nearly long enough and even though I never understood the whole stay-at-home mom lifestyle, I sure would like it now. You aren't really a morning person other than being super happy when you first wake up so that means Mommy usually got to sleep in (YAY).
Gramma is taking good care of you while I'm at work. I have the best job ever but it is hard to explain so suffice it to say that I help students make their way through college. I miss you so much during the day. Sometimes I call just to hear you babble.
But this story isn't about work; it just happens to fall on the first day of my return. I retrieved you from Gramma's house and you were fed before we left. I had to run a quick errand at Target so we stopped there before going home. I parked in an odd place so we didn't have easy access to a cart meaning that I had to carry you into the store to find a cart. I figured it was okay to skip the diaper bag since we were only buying a few things. (colossal mistake). Mommy's still learning.
I noticed the carseat rocking slightly in the shopping cart but didn't think anything of it and off we went. We were so close to finishing up the impromptu shopping trip and looking for a box of diapers when I heard you spit up a little. (Uh oh, no diaper bag). I rounded the cart to investigate, thinking "meh, what's a little spit-up between friends." Upon seeing me, you THREW UP--literally, like, you threw it--ALL OVER THE PLACE. All over your little outfit, all over the carseat. Wow, gross...and no diaper bag. Since I was still using the hospital blankets to stabilize your head in the carseat, I had to use those to clean you off. You were still very wet and it was cold outside. I felt terrible because, of course, it was all my fault for not burping you long enough and leaving the essential diaper bag behind. Clearly you survived and now it's just a funny story but it was so unfunny at the time.
I suspect many of these entries will involve yucky bodily functions of some sort. Ah the life of a baby.
Gramma is taking good care of you while I'm at work. I have the best job ever but it is hard to explain so suffice it to say that I help students make their way through college. I miss you so much during the day. Sometimes I call just to hear you babble.
But this story isn't about work; it just happens to fall on the first day of my return. I retrieved you from Gramma's house and you were fed before we left. I had to run a quick errand at Target so we stopped there before going home. I parked in an odd place so we didn't have easy access to a cart meaning that I had to carry you into the store to find a cart. I figured it was okay to skip the diaper bag since we were only buying a few things. (colossal mistake). Mommy's still learning.
I noticed the carseat rocking slightly in the shopping cart but didn't think anything of it and off we went. We were so close to finishing up the impromptu shopping trip and looking for a box of diapers when I heard you spit up a little. (Uh oh, no diaper bag). I rounded the cart to investigate, thinking "meh, what's a little spit-up between friends." Upon seeing me, you THREW UP--literally, like, you threw it--ALL OVER THE PLACE. All over your little outfit, all over the carseat. Wow, gross...and no diaper bag. Since I was still using the hospital blankets to stabilize your head in the carseat, I had to use those to clean you off. You were still very wet and it was cold outside. I felt terrible because, of course, it was all my fault for not burping you long enough and leaving the essential diaper bag behind. Clearly you survived and now it's just a funny story but it was so unfunny at the time.
I suspect many of these entries will involve yucky bodily functions of some sort. Ah the life of a baby.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Your name
Names are important and I thought a long, long time about yours. I even had a spreadsheet going with a 'boy' tab and a 'girl' tab. I know, I'm a dork. Let me tell you about your name.
Tessa. Tessa is a derivation of the name Teresa which is, yes, GRAMMA's name. You love you some time with the gramma, that's for sure. This is a tradition that started with Grandma and I always thought it was cute (once I got over the required childhood period of hating my own name). See, my name is a derivation of 'Virginia' which was my paternal grandmother's middle name. And Uncle Chad's name comes from our dad's name, Carl. 'Tessa' also sounds like 'Trisha' because Aunt Trisha's name comes from Gramma's name as well.
Jewel was your great-great grandmother's first name. I grew up calling her Gramma Jewel. I always thought that was a beautiful name. Luckily 'Tessa' and 'Jewel' sound good together.
I gave you your last name, Case, because I wanted you to have another physical connection with the family that loves you. (Although grampa loves you too and you should never forget that). I also knew that I would be the one taking care of you.
You are one well-connected girl.
Tessa. Tessa is a derivation of the name Teresa which is, yes, GRAMMA's name. You love you some time with the gramma, that's for sure. This is a tradition that started with Grandma and I always thought it was cute (once I got over the required childhood period of hating my own name). See, my name is a derivation of 'Virginia' which was my paternal grandmother's middle name. And Uncle Chad's name comes from our dad's name, Carl. 'Tessa' also sounds like 'Trisha' because Aunt Trisha's name comes from Gramma's name as well.
Jewel was your great-great grandmother's first name. I grew up calling her Gramma Jewel. I always thought that was a beautiful name. Luckily 'Tessa' and 'Jewel' sound good together.
I gave you your last name, Case, because I wanted you to have another physical connection with the family that loves you. (Although grampa loves you too and you should never forget that). I also knew that I would be the one taking care of you.
You are one well-connected girl.
Wow, my first blog
Just as an introduction and to set a coherent tone for the rest of my written thoughts here; this journal is for my daughter, Tessa. I want to look back and be able to clearly remember and relate happenings from her baby time so she will know what great fun I had with her. I should have thought to do this during pregnancy but perhaps it's better I did not since I was/am not a big fan of the pregnant life. Momma life, however, is a bowl full of cherries or maybe a chair full of bowlies. Momma life is sometimes frustrating, sometimes exhausting but mostly joyful. I often find myself wearing a silly grin just thinking about how great my daughter is. Momma life is biology at its best because, of course, every mother feels like this about her kiddo or kiddos. I just never knew it was like falling in love to the billionth power.
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