Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Funny Face

Some of Rylee's goofier photos (the ones I tend to give names to for some reason).

This is her "Grandpa Rinde" photo. I always joke that I (and it looks like Rylee will too) went through a Grandpa Rinde phase as a child. It's something about the Gene Kranz flat top partnered with the toothless grin. (FYI: my Grandpa had teeth so I don't know why that factors in.) I guess it's something in the overall look that says am I a baby girl or an 80 year old man?


This is her (you must say it in a John Wayne drawl) "Howdy Partner" photo. Her hands even look poised to grab her six-shooters if necessary. Nobody messes with Baby Duke!


This one is her (this time say it in a Three Stooges brogue) "Why, I oughta" photo.


Lastly we have her (please sing in your best Grease falsetto) "Tell me more, tell me more!" photo.


That's all for now. No worries though. Since Rylee seems to take more goofy shots than glamor shots, I'm sure I'll have more for you soon enough.

Also FYI: new slideshow (sing it Beyonce style!) to the left. :)

Happy New Year!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Twister

Now putting Rylee down for a nap in the pack-n-play is even more challenging. We've already lowered the mattress so it's only a couple of inches off the floor. Try bending over at the waist and reaching your arms down to practically touch your toes while still holding her cheek to cheek (I'm sure some of you out there know or remember this maneuver well!). Thank goodness I'm tallish and still flexible as it's a pose that would make even the most accomplished yogini proud.

As I was in the middle of this wide stance today with one extricated arm outstretched and placed on the mattress for support and the other trapped under Rylee's bum, my mind's voice said "left arm red." I almost burst out laughing and ruined all my efforts. Then as I was slowly inching the bum trapped arm out whilst trying not to move or startle her, it started to seem more like Operation - don't touch the side or *Buzz* she'll wake up! Again, biting my tongue not to laugh.

Good thing I can have a sense of humor about this. Also good thing that I was an only child and can be so easily amused by myself. :)

Monday, December 29, 2008

Tangled

You know that scene in a movie where a girl wakes up in the arms of a guy she barely knows and then proceeds to very carefully and quietly disentangle herself without waking him up? Earlier tonight, while putting Rylee to sleep, I was living a version of that scene.

As you know Rylee's going to sleep issues continue (once she's asleep, she's a great baby!), thus the transition from arms to crib is becoming very complex. Since she doesn't seem to enjoy the sudden loss of your body heat, I try to keep myself wrapped around her when I place her down. Awkward!

This means both my hands end up trapped underneath her. Then I have to wait, hold my breath while counting to 10, and slowly attempt to slide out one hand. If there is no stirring on her part then I'm a go to repeat the process for removal of hand number two.

If you add the tip toe pattern across the squeaky floor or the sneaky crawl out on hands and knees (I've done this before too), then it really does feel like that movie scene. Except for the fact that I'm fully clothed when making these maneuvers... :)

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Excuses, Excuses

Reasons why I haven't blogged...

1) The holiday: enough said.

2) The surprise: one of my best friends since Kindergarten (author of Travelista, Dachshunds Rock, & It's a Dry Heat blogs) and her husband were stopping over in Ft Lauderdale before boarding a week's long cruise, so they decided to surprise me. They sneakily coordinated their trip with my Mom and showed up at my doorstep on Friday. I spent all of Friday and the better part of Saturday talking a mile a minute and laughing hysterically (this is what happens when the two of us get together) while catching up. Better yet, we may get to see them on the return side of their trip as well.

3) Rylee: Two days after her 2 month appointment Rylee turned into an angel and practically stopped exhibiting any signs of discomfort. It was bliss! Two days after her three month appointment and the symptoms (and her crabbiness) started to return. She's been increasingly fussy ever since. It's torture for her, I'm sure, and for us too. She was a HANDFUL today. Don't want to talk about it - I'm trying to de-stress! :)

Too tired to rattle off the rest. Besides I have plans to finish a wicked funny book I'm reading and then get some zzzs.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Zat You, Santa Claus?

Guess I do have time for a cut and paste. :)


Gifts I'm preparin'
For some Christmas sharin'
But I pause because
Hangin' my stockin'
I can hear a knockin'
'Zat you, Santa Claus?

Sure is dark out
Not the slightest spark out
Pardon my clackin' jaws
Uh, who there
Who is it
Uh, stoppin' for a visit
'Zat you, Santa Claus?

Are you bringin' a present for me
Something pleasantly pleasant for me
That's what I've been waitin' for
Would you mind slippin' it under the door?

Four winds are howlin'
Or maybe that be growlin'
My legs feel like straws
Oh my, my, me, my
Kindly would you reply
'Zat you, Santa Claus
Yeah!

Oh hangin' my stockin'
I can hear a knockin'
'Zat you, Santa Claus?

Yeah, say now
Hey there, who is it
Stoppin' for a visit
'Zat you, Santa Claus?

Whoa there Santa you gave me a scare
Now stop teasin' 'cause I know you're there
We don't believe in no goblins today
But I can't explain why I'm shakin' this way.

Well I see old Santa in the keyhole
I'll give to the cause
One peek and I'll try there
Uh-oh there's an eye there
'Zat you, Santa Claus?

Please, please
I pity my knees
Say that's you Santa Claus
That's him alright!


Hope Santa Claus is coming your way tonight. (And that he doesn't scare the bejeezus out of you!)

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Merry Christmas "Eve" Eve

I'm sure I'll be too busy to blog these next couple of days so I wanted to wish you all a wonderful holiday early.

Even though my Mom and I decided to have a lean Christmas this year, there are still mountains of gifts to be unwrapped. We both didn't want it to look like a lean Christmas so we wrapped everything separately and with flourish! Plus we have gifts for Rylee so that adds a pile of presents from us, her grandparents, and her cousins that were never there before.

This doesn't even include gifts from Santa which I assume will be numerous since both Rylee and I have been good girls all year. (I might be exaggerating a bit for Rylee. She had better hope Santa takes into consideration her time "in womb" otherwise she could end up on the Naughty List.) Jon will be getting coal. Just kidding!

The point is we can only open gifts when Rylee is either happy or sleeping, so I'm guessing it could take well into the New Year to accomplish! :)

Merry Christmas everyone!
I hope you have an enjoyable holiday with the ones you love, get everything on your Christmas list, and take some time to remember the reason for the season.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Blogger Backup

Baby in da Hood
I've been wanting to post this picture for a while, but I just haven't had time. I love it so much! She looks like a little rapper or a mini Yoda - I can't decide...



50 Cent
I also keep forgetting to post Rylee's 3 month stats: 12 lbs 10 oz and 23.5 inches long per her appointment on the 12th. (She was in the 50th percentile for both.)

"Chew"baca
Rylee is finally starting to chew on her toys and books. I think her tastes must finally be branching out as previously she made an ick face for anything other than her fists. Her fists are still her favorite though. She especially likes to double fist it!

Poop Juice
I had my first poop in the bath experience the other day. Let me clarify: Rylee did the pooping, I just had the unpleasant job of trying to get it out of the water. Needless to say, we had to throw out the bath water (kept the baby though- ha ha) and start over.

Miller High Life
When agreeing to babysit a friend's child make sure he/she is not more well behaved than your own child. Otherwise you will be depressed when they leave. Especially if your attempt to swap the children failed.
(Yes, we babysat Miller. If you can call watching him sleep babysitting. Yes, he was an angel as always. No, we were not able to make the switch. His parents were not liquored up enough to fall for than maneuver. Maybe next time...)

D'oh! Funny
I recently saw a silly Simpson's episode about babies. Maggie loves this Roofi (ie Raffi) guy and Marge takes her to his outdoor concert. It starts to pour and then it turns into a baby Woodstock. There were a couple of quotes that just cracked me up:

Roofi: How's the crowd, Steve?
Steve: Awful fussy…
Roofi: You're kidding me, did you make funny faces? (Steve nods) You did? Did you jiggle your keys?
Steve: I did it all man!
**********

Lou: I don’t feel right clubbing women and children, Chief.
Chief Wiggum: I hear ya. Some days are tougher than others. Just close your eyes and club.
(The babies swarm over the cops, knocking them to the ground)
Chief Wiggum: This is it boys, we’ll have to tummy kiss our way out!

Friday, December 19, 2008

And So It Begins

Today I had a last minute opportunity to sneak out of the house and get the final gift on my list. Really last minute. As I was rushing to the store, I couldn't help but think that this is how it all starts...

Today I'm twisting day old hair up in a clip and hoping no one will notice that Rylee used my shirt as a napkin after drinking her bottle.

Tomorrow - mom jeans.

Please God, no! :)

Thursday, December 18, 2008

BRRRmidji

It's not often that Minnesota (Bemidji especially) gets a TV shout out so imagine my surprise when I heard How I Met Your Mother had a "Little Minnesota" episode on Monday. I love that show but for some reason it didn't tape. Thank goodness you can catch full episodes on the Internet! Too funny...


**********
Robin: Hey guys...

Ted: Hey, it's freezing out there. Where's your coat?

Robin: Ted, I'm Canadian, I don't need a coat. This kind of weather is nothing for me.

Marshall: Ya, this is like a spring day back in Minnesota... if it weren't for all the taxis and skyscrapers and non-white people.

Ted: There aren't any black people in MN?

Marshall: Not if Prince is on tour.
**********


Later, Marshall takes Robin to his favorite NYC Minnesota hangout, The Walleye Saloon, where they eat Paul Bunyan sized mini burgers and drink Bemidji Pale Ale.

**********
Robin (reading a banner): I'm drinking to forget the 1999 NFC Championship?

Marshall: That game. The Vikings were two minutes away from going to the Super Bowl when our kicker, who hadn't missed all year, shanked a field goal and we lost in over time. Damn!

Whole bar: Damn!

Robin: Wow. I love how intense you guys are about your Vikings.
**********

(I remember the agony that was that game. That was 1999 huh? I guess all the dismal seasons since have just blurred together.)


Robin loves the bar but has to pretend she's from MN in order to be accepted.

**********
Guy in bar: Robin, where are you from?

Robin: Ahhh...Bemidji. Bemidji, MN. Go Vikes!
**********

(That's two Bemidji references!)


After Robin beats Marshall's score in Fisherman's Quest, he outs her Canadian status. Of course he feels bad and goes to apologize. They're sitting outside on the steps: Robin in a T-shirt eating an ice cream cone and Marshall in his Viking's jersey sipping on a frozen slushy as all the bundled up New Yorkers walk by!

Classic HIMYM!

Miss you Minnesota!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Fine Print

Age has never really been an issue for me (it didn't bother me when I turned 30 for instance), but now that I've had Rylee I've begun to realize that I'm getting older. Like knowing I'll be 37 or 38 when she enters Kindergarten! I'm pretty sure it's the latter since she misses the cutoff due to her Sept b-day.

I'm not freaking out or anything, I just thought maybe I should start taking precautions in the wrinkle department. Currently I don't really do much with my skin. I don't get facials or use expensive creams. I barely even use lotion at all.

I had a coupon for Oil of Olay's 7 in 1 anti-aging defense system (love the name - are we talking about a lotion or a missile?) so I thought I would start with that and see if I liked it. When I got it home I was reading the fine print on the label and this is what it said for directions:

"Apply liberally before sun exposure on face and neck, and as often as necessary each day. Children under six months of age: consult a doctor."

Hmmm... if in order for this stuff to work you need to start using it at 6 months... then I am SOL! :)


*BTW, I don't like it. It's greasy and kind of smelly. Does anyone out there use something they would recommend?*

Monday, December 15, 2008

Velvet Underground

In the pics I posted yesterday, Rylee was wearing one of her Christmas footie pajamas my Mom found at a garage sale up in MN. Both are a faux velvet and sooo incredibly soft. She was a joy to snuggle with that night.

Now I understand what George Costanza meant when he said:
"I would drape myself in velvet if it was socially acceptable."


*In unrelated but exciting news, my Dad arrives tomorrow! It'll really start to feel like Christmas then.*

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Christmas All Around 2

Christmas is ramping up with each passing day. This weekend especially was packed with holiday fun. Friday night was our annual Christmas party with our friends. We eat, drink and generally be merry. Plus we do a gift exchange. Who doesn't like parties with gifts?

This year was extra fun since Rylee and Miller participated.


Miller loved the tissue paper more than the gift itself.


And it appears I may have been more excited than Rylee for hers.


Saturday was my 7th or 8th year in a row attending the Ft. Lauderdale First Baptist Church Christmas Pageant. This isn't your typical church pageant. It's televised on PBS, has won Emmy's and everything. It was their 25th year and they did not disappoint - new songs, new costumes, new stunts. Fantastic!

Sorry this a short post tonight. I had to leave out the details so I could get to bed early. I'm trying to fight off a cold so extra rest is my plan for the night.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Time for Bed

I spent my allotted computer time answering emails on Facebook and uploading a few new Rylee pics. I told myself I would go to bed at 11:00 - it's 11:05 so I'm already breaking curfew. :)

Not sure what my compulsion is with posting to tell you that I'm not going to post. It's a sickness, I guess.

Anyway, tune in tomorrow for I hope to have some new pics and a recap of our Christmas party and the Christmas pageant. It's been a great holiday weekend so far....

Friday, December 12, 2008

Sleep Sheep

When Rylee was born, Jess gave her the Sleep Sheep. It's basically a sound machine for babies disguised as a furry little lamb (a sound machine in sheep's clothing!). It was a Godsend too - one of the few things that soothed her sparkling personality those first few months. Now that she's mellowed, she doesn't need it 24/7. The other day, I even noticed that it had disappeared. Here is where I found it:



Yes, that's the Sleep Sheep on Jon's night stand. Which would be funny enough, but I love what it is leaning up against - another sound machine! Since I like to tease my husband, I snapped this pic and planned to write this blog. I never got around to it yesterday however and he caught me eyeing it last night.

"I'm only using the Sleep Sheep because I'm hearing something strange coming out of the sound machine," he rationalized.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It says: kill Shannon, leave the baby at the Fire Station, take Rio to the pound, and buy a ticket to San Juan, Puerto Rico."

My husband thinks he's so clever sometimes!

Luckily I know he's teasing. Although... why am I the only one to meet an early demise in this scenario? He could have said divorce Shannon... Guess I'm gonna have to start sleeping with one eye open...

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Photogenic

A while back I caught an episode of Samantha Who?. In it the character played by Jennifer Esposito, the show hottie, turns out to be completely "unphotogenic". They show her posing and looking gorgeous, but the image the camera catches is just horrible contorted facial expressions. When I was taking the holiday card photos, I was having vivid flashbacks to that episode. Rylee would look so cute and then snap - monster face!

It doesn't help that my digital camera is frustratingly slow from click to capture. It also doesn't help that it is set to red eye reduction and I can't figure out how to get it turned off. Stupid slow! Worse yet, it's never once reduced red eye! Everyone comes out devil-eyed anyway and I have to fix them on my photo program.

So basically you have to be a psychic photographer and anticipate the expression or pose you're going for a full 5 seconds before it happens. Turns out I'm not even the littlest bit psychic. Which is why I had hundreds of photos to delete (thank God for digital in that respect) and the blooper reel to my left.

[Just to show how dependent I am on my digital, I have to interject this one little story. The other day the display on my digital camera went out. All I could see was black. I was complaining about it because I wanted to take a picture of whatever Rylee was doing. First, my mom had to remind me that you can take pictures with the little eye peephole. Second, I could barely get my eye in the right spot and then I couldn't decide which eye to use and which eye to close (another flashback: I had the same issue during my 6th grade gun license/ target test - which I think was a required course... good old MN raising the next generation of deer hunters, you betcha!). Third, it was so weird not being able to tell what image I caught. I was just clicking away not sure what in the heck I was doing - so primitive. Fourth, every picture turned out blurry and partially out of frame. Thankfully Jon later fixed the problem by pushing the button DISP... I can be amazingly tech-challenged at times.]

Back to my fave bloopers:
The first photo is my favorite. I call it the "back off, paparazzi" photo.

Next I like the ones with all the tissue paper. She had spit up a little on her dress so we were using the tissue paper to strategically cover the wet stains. She had so much fun thrashing around in it. Cute in person, but on film she kind of looks like a drunk leprechaun. Especially funny is the one where it looks like she's rolled out of the box and landed on her face. Don't worry, no children or animals were harmed during photography. She was actually on her side, it's just a weird camera angle.

Then I like the one where both Rylee and Rio appear completely disinterested (maybe appear isn't the correct word - they were disinterested!) and are looking away from each other with the lone silver ball between them. Don't ask me why, but it cracks me up.

Then of course you have the screaming photos - of which these are the only two, honest. No children or animals were forced to pose for longer than enjoyable.

Lastly, I like the ones were you can see my assistant bribing (I said they weren't forced, I didn't say they weren't bribed) the dogs with cheese.

That's all for the blooper reel. I have some more evidence of Rylee's "unphotogenicness" but I'll save that for another day. :)

Mrs. Clean

I am the cleanest I've been in months. I've showered the last four days in a row people! It's some kind of Christmas miracle. Especially today - it's only 7 am and I'm showered, dressed, teeth brushed, blogging. I'm feeling lucky. I bet I'll be able to vacuum (FINALLY!) and go grocery shopping today too.

Just had to share with someone else besides Rio. Not that she should be complaining about cleanliness. Even though she was groomed and bathed by Mr. Jon two weeks ago, her fur has already gone from white to grey and she smells like bacon grease again.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Sorry!

I had intended to post today about some of my favorite outtake photos, but Jon and I put Rylee to bed and watched a movie instead.

And after three nights of staying up past midnight to get holiday chores done, I have decided to go to bed early tonight.

Maybe tomorrow...

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Cards!

Christmas cards are trying to kill me this year!

First, I spent three days last week attempting to capture a photo of Rylee and Rio together. Getting an infant to pose is one thing. Adding an uncooperative dog in the mix makes it impossible! And just because I love frustration, there was even a trio attempt: Rylee, Rio & Angel. What's a word for more than impossible? We'll go with INSANITY for now! Even with Mom's help, there weren't enough hands to rattle ornaments and strategically place cheese balls to get any combo photos that were card worthy. I did, however, wind up with a great blooper reel. I'll attempt to post an outtakes slideshow tonight if I can stay awake long enough.

Second, I made the mistake of ordering a 5 X 8 card this year since I could only narrow down my favorite Rylee shots to 3. Attempting to fold the Christmas newsletter into the corresponding envelope was an origami nightmare. I finally gave up and went with a double half fold. Not as pretty, but it allowed me to not take the Lord's name in vain. (I'm guessing that wouldn't have been in the spirit of Christmas.)

Third, I may be dying of envelope adhesive poisoning like George Costanza's fiancee. I licked over 100 envelopes today. I've brushed my teeth twice but I can still taste glue and my tongue seems extra sticky.

All I need to do tomorrow is add the stamps and get them in the mail. They are adorable (not that I'm biased in any way)!

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Christmas is All Around

In the immortal word of Billy Mack...

I feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes,
Christmas is all around me,
and so the feeling grows

It's written in the wind,
It's everywhere I go,
So if you really love Christmas,
C'mon and let it snow?

Ah, Love Actually , one of my fave Christmas movies...

But I am feeling Christmas all around: our cards are almost ready to be mailed, the majority of gifts have been purchased (with a little help from Santa's favorite workshop: Kohls) and a few have even been wrapped. I already mentioned the twinkle lights and the increased egg nog consumption.

No idea where I'm going with this post actually. I have no real point other than I've been humming that song all day.

"This is *crap*, isn't it? Yep, solid gold *crap*, maestro!"

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Simpson, eh?

Rylee discovered her hands a few weeks ago and I love watching her little hand gestures (no, she hasn't been flipping the bird). She mostly likes them clasped together. Lately, she's been "steepling" them and tapping her fingers together ala Mr. Burns. Aaaah....

I won't bore you with more stories tonight. Rylee's asleep. Jon's asleep. Rio's asleep. The house is dark except for the twinkling Christmas lights and the glow of the flat screen. I'm going to be totally self-indulgent and just watch some TV. Aaaah again...

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Randomness

1) I'm bothered by that car commercial where it's raining shoes. I just keep thinking how ridiculous it is. Aside from the obvious, how does the chick know what size they are or if she's getting matched pairs? Not to mention taking a 3 inch spiked heel to the head would be the ultimate in "shoehail" damage.

2) My Mom has an interesting way of turning a phrase so sometimes what she means to say is skewed by the way she says it. Here are some disturbing things my Mom has said lately about Rylee:
- "I have to touch her nipples." She was referring to making her a bottle, thank God. :)
- "It's time to put her to sleep." Again, thankfully she was referring to her nap and not euthanasia.

3) I've been thinking about Boy Scouts lately. (Not in some sleazy way... better watch my Momish phrasing.) I was thinking about their knot tying badge or whatever. I was wondering if the Girl Scouts had a folding badge. If they did, I would never earn it. I absolutely cannot, no matter how many times someone shows me how, fold a fitted sheet. I consider myself a fairly intelligent and coordinated person, but I try tucking the corner into the corner thing and it still looks like a balled up lumpy mess which I end up hiding underneath my nicely folded flat sheet. I also cannot fold those sun visor things for your windshield. Once it's unfurled I just end up tossing the whole thing into the back seat. (Truth be told I'm pretty sure I wouldn't rock at the knot tying either.)

4) Are all dogs addicted to egg nog? My first dog Dancer, a long-haired Chihuahua, once stuck her entire head into a glass just to drink it. She tried to look innocent when caught, but the egg nog smears in her hair kind of gave her away. Rio not only comes a running, but will actually snuggle up to me for minutes on end (very rare indeed) in her pursuit of its deliciousness. Nog bribery really helps us bond during the holiday season...

Monday, December 1, 2008

OMG...

So I know all mother's have nights like these, but it was just so hilarious that it has to be told. It went something like this...


After her prune juice, Rylee spit up all over her outfit and had to be changed.

New pajamas on, she puked up again. Change #2.

New pajamas on, she puked up again only this time on my shirt. I changed. We'll still call that change #3.

Bad poop a while later (Rylee, not me). Yep, she got it on the pjs. Change #4.

Liquid poop a while later (still Rylee). You guessed it - change #5.
She was sitting on my lap when it happened so she got it on my pants too. Change #6.

Another spit up on her pjs and my shirt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We're just gonna have to live with it... there's no more clean clothes anyway.

Oh, and tomorrow, no prune juice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


*Don't fret. Rylee's fine. I'm just obsessive about changing her out of spit-upy clothes even if it's just a little bit. In retrospect, not always a good thing to rush into that changing... :)*