I put Lucy down for her nap about an hour ago. When Lucy is sleeping, she has a sound machine that’s usually on. We started using it when she was teeny, and it worked so well, we decided not to get rid of it. You just set that sucker to white noise and we could have a keg party in the other room without her making a peep.
I was just in the kitchen (possibly getting myself a white chocolate-covered Oreo) when I heard a loud, high-pitched beeping noise. It got louder and louder, but I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I finally realized it was coming from the baby monitor, but when I turned it off the noise didn’t go away. I went into the baby’s room and found it was coming from the sound machine. The machine is also an alarm clock and apparently at some point the alarm set button was accidentally hit. I hit snooze and then found out how to turn off the damn alarm, then looked into the crib. The baby didn’t move an inch. The alarm had probably been on for 3 or 4 minutes when I finally got it turned off, and she didn’t budge. Her daddy was very proud.
Now I’m having visions of dragging the child out of bed for school. Actually, I’ll probably be alternating between dragging her and her father out at the same time. Crap.
The child is growing new body parts…egads! She’s sprouting teeth! Oh, help me. I feel so horrible for her because she just seems so miserable. So today, while she whined in the car about the incredible pain that I, of course, could never understand, MOTHER, so just stop telling me it’ll be OK, because it’s not! It hurts! Damnit! Now give me something to chew on, right ‘effing now! While in this state, I decided to try and play a Baby Bach CD that someone gave us as a shower gift, which, until this day, did not seem to have much of an effect on the child. Today I turned it on, she stopped crying automatically, and looked around like, “um, where is that music from, I think I like it.”
She is officially swayed by technology. A new era has begun. Distraction is key. Or I could just play Sexy/Back, seems to have the same effect.
Yesterday was Trent and I’s one year anniversary. It’s such a strange milestone, to have a wedding anniversary. I can’t believe it’s already been a year, and at the same time, I feel like we’ve been married for ten years. I have a lot I could say about the last year, but I don’t necessarily think the whole Internet needs to know it. And probably, they’ve already heard it a million times (check the Trent archives) and may just vomit if they hear it again.
We done good, baby. I love you. Happy anniversary.
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Daddy’s Girl
/1 Comment/in Lucy, Trent /by MeganI put Lucy down for her nap about an hour ago. When Lucy is sleeping, she has a sound machine that’s usually on. We started using it when she was teeny, and it worked so well, we decided not to get rid of it. You just set that sucker to white noise and we could have a keg party in the other room without her making a peep.
I was just in the kitchen (possibly getting myself a white chocolate-covered Oreo) when I heard a loud, high-pitched beeping noise. It got louder and louder, but I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I finally realized it was coming from the baby monitor, but when I turned it off the noise didn’t go away. I went into the baby’s room and found it was coming from the sound machine. The machine is also an alarm clock and apparently at some point the alarm set button was accidentally hit. I hit snooze and then found out how to turn off the damn alarm, then looked into the crib. The baby didn’t move an inch. The alarm had probably been on for 3 or 4 minutes when I finally got it turned off, and she didn’t budge. Her daddy was very proud.
Now I’m having visions of dragging the child out of bed for school. Actually, I’ll probably be alternating between dragging her and her father out at the same time. Crap.
Little Adult
/1 Comment/in Lucy /by MeganThe child is growing new body parts…egads! She’s sprouting teeth! Oh, help me. I feel so horrible for her because she just seems so miserable. So today, while she whined in the car about the incredible pain that I, of course, could never understand, MOTHER, so just stop telling me it’ll be OK, because it’s not! It hurts! Damnit! Now give me something to chew on, right ‘effing now! While in this state, I decided to try and play a Baby Bach CD that someone gave us as a shower gift, which, until this day, did not seem to have much of an effect on the child. Today I turned it on, she stopped crying automatically, and looked around like, “um, where is that music from, I think I like it.”
She is officially swayed by technology. A new era has begun. Distraction is key. Or I could just play Sexy/Back, seems to have the same effect.
Best Year Ever
/1 Comment/in Trent /by MeganYesterday was Trent and I’s one year anniversary. It’s such a strange milestone, to have a wedding anniversary. I can’t believe it’s already been a year, and at the same time, I feel like we’ve been married for ten years. I have a lot I could say about the last year, but I don’t necessarily think the whole Internet needs to know it. And probably, they’ve already heard it a million times (check the Trent archives) and may just vomit if they hear it again.
We done good, baby. I love you. Happy anniversary.