Eliza Takes Her First Steps!

Sorry for the poor quality and horrible singing!

A Lesson learned...the hard way

Sorry in advance for my mixed up tenses and spelling errors.


So last night Pete and I learned a lesson. We learned it is best to have Eliza home before it is time for her to go to bed. We learned it is not a good idea for Eliza to sleep 1 1/2 hrs in the car right before her bed time. I guess sometimes you have to learn things the hard way.

I spent a lovely afternoon with Dana and her mom. We went to have our bridesmaid dresses fitted and then went back to to Dana's mom's place for a delicious Vegan dinner. Her mom is an amazing cook. Eliza behaved like a perfect angel. She was too adorable laughing at Dana's dog Belle. Like I said, it was an extremely enjoyable time.

We left around 7 ish. Normally Eliza goes to bed between 7 and 8. I was misguidedly thought she would fall asleep in the car, and I would ever so gracefully move her to her crib. After that I imagined I would spend the remainder of the evening relaxing with my feet up. Well, we hit traffic straight away. Welcome to New jersey. Welcome to 287 and 78! I have %$#@ had it with the traffic in this state. I digress- moving along with my story. While stuck in traffic I decide to place my hand on Eliza's head to check her. I am neurotic- I know. Bad idea! I think she feels warm and start to worry that she is feverish. I of course call Pete to tell him this, even though he is also stuck in the same traffic and can't do a darn thing for me. So now I am getting anxious as I see my plans of relaxing drift away. The baby might have a fever, I am stuck in traffic, and the husband is stuck in traffic. SUPER! It ends up taking us about a half hour longer to get home than I planned. As we pull into the parking lot I look at Eliza in the mirror and see her bright eyed and bushy tailed.

I call Pete to see where he is and he says he is on the road leading to our house. Eliza still felt a little warm to me (it could have been the hot car or my 85 degree house) and I wanted his help taking her temperature. I am not a fan of a squirmy child and a rectal thermometer. It all could go very, very wrong. Alas, Pete needed to go get himself 5 hot dogs and a milkshake for dinner so Eliza and I would have to wait. This gets me annoyed. In my mind 10 minutes seems like an hour. So I fly into super bitch mode- stomping around the house and taking Eliza's temperature anyway- just so I can tell Pete I did it without him when he walks in smelling like stinky hot dogs. Did I forget to mention Aunt Flo is in town.

Eliza of course did not have temperature. In my mind I decide I can whisk her upstairs and put her to sleep without a hitch. I try putting her down, but her little head kept getting stuck to my sweaty arm. After a few minutes I become aware that Pete has opened the door and is watching me try to soothe Fussy Eliza to sleep. I pass her off to him and probably grumble something mean under my breathe about having to wait and head downstairs.

A this point I see Pete's uneaten dogs and his ginormous milkshake sitting on the counter. I try to be nice and put the shake in the freezer. One time Pete got upset that I did not put his Ruby's To Go box in the oven to keep it warm, (I actually don't think this keeps it warm but don't tell my husband that) so this time I was being proactive. I proceeded to blog straighten up and wash dishes.

I realize Pete has been upstairs for a while so I go to check on them. He says that Eliza won't stay down. Every time he got her to sleep and put her down she would sit up and start crying. He had tried at least five times. He handed her to me and went to eat his hot dogs. Here is where I was just mean. I said, "I am not going to sit here and hold her all night. I have had her all day!" This was mean and I was being very selfish. Pete ignored me of course and went to eat his hot dogs. OK, maybe he offered to take her back and I told him to just go eat his dinner. I got her to sleep and tried to put her down. I woke her up as I tried to put up the side of the crib. DAMN! I ran with her into our bedroom and tried to put her to sleep on our bed. NO DEAL! In my frustrated state I loudly yelled, "Pete, I NEED HELP!" He came upstairs grumbling at me under his breath about forcing down his hot dogs and some other not nice things about me- yada, yada, yada. He took her from me and ended up finally getting her to sleep in the crib. I relaxed in bed and watched CSI.

After she was asleep we were both calm and relaxed. I apologized for being mean and selfish. I can really be a meanie in the evening. The stress from the day builds up in me and I sometimes take it out on Pete. Sorry babe! We discussed how we should probably try to have her home before bed time because that car nap was NO GOOD for bed time!

LESSON LEARNED!

I am not sure if the lesson here is- Mommy is a bitch at night or Eliza needs to be home earlier. Either way- lesson learned. ;)

Bad Mommy!

Heather aka Future Mom pointed out today that I am a bad mommy who forgets to fill in Eliza's baby book. BAD BAD MOMMY!

So here are some of the things I still need to add: In purple is stuff I am adding tomorrow.

World News and Leaders
Local Events and Leaders
The Economy
Sports Figures
Popular Movies
Best Sellers

The price of
A Gallon on Gas: $2.81
A Loaf of Bread: Food For Life Ezekiel 4:9 Bread, Sprouted100% Whole Grain $3.39
A Home: $350,000-$400,000
A Car: my car is a VW Passat- in 2007 the price of this car ranged from $19,425 - $27,785
A Jar of Honey (It is a Pooh themed book) $2.69

I also haven't filled in any of her doctor appointments, Immunizations, or her heights and weight, OOOPS