Thursday, February 26, 2015

not exactly a snowpocalypse

We've had an exciting few days of "winter weather" here in the South.

Unfortunately for us, "winter weather" does not necessarily equal "winter wonderland."

This is about as good as it got.
Unless you have a really boring idea of what constitutes a wonderland.

The weather still brought plenty of excitement, though- early releases, delayed starts, the anticipation of what might happen, the constant debate of the varying predictions and forecasts...THAT, at least, did not disappoint. I had hoped that the most liberal forecasts would come to pass- the ones that saw us getting 4 inches of accumulated snow, glorious days of being snowed in...but alas. Nope. Oh well.

As it turns out, Millie isn't #1 Snow Fangirl. I had high hopes for that, too. I mean, she gets SUPER EXCITED about things like paper surely her first experience with frozen precipitation was going to blow her little baby mind, right?


I've seen her express more excitement about dryer lint.

We still gave it our best ISN'T SNOW AMAZING?!?!?! shot, though. We videoed the whole thing, thinking that her reaction would be some magical moment. 

We got a lot of blank stares.

It's okay, though. I'm choosing to believe her lack of enthusiasm is just because a) she probably couldn't really FEEL it due to her coat/hood, b) there wasn't enough on the ground/trees to really catch her attention, and c) she was really distracted and enamored by the scarf I was wearing and it was hard to direct her attention elsewhere. Ha. Oh well, maybe we'll try again later...if we get any more snow this year. Or next year.

Believe you me, though- this "Millie is not impressed" experience is not at all serving to dial back my excitement about seeing her experience the ocean for the first time this summer. No way. I spend at least 10 minutes a day imaging how awesome it's going to be, and just because First Snow Experience was a nonevent...I'm still holding out high hopes for First Beach Experience. So anyway. No pressure, Mills.

I used my extra free time yesterday to finish up this month's book club pick, Me Before You*. It was surprisingly depressing and thought-provoking, and I'm a little scared (yet excited) to see what kind of conversation it sparks when we meet this weekend!! I've been really slacking on my book-reading lately (I blame you, Parenthood)(the show, not the thing), but this one sucked me in. And then ripped my heart out. But I guess that's just the way things go sometimes.

Matt and I aren't movie-going people, but speaking of really depressing books- I want to see Still Alice. Anyone seen it? I'm hopelessly behind on my current events, but I think I heard on NPR that it was nominated (or won?) some Oscars. Anyway, when they started discussing the premise of the movie, it occurred to me that I'm 99% sure I read the book a long time ago. And really liked it. Well, as much as you can like something really depressing. So anyway- now I want to see the movie. Maybe when it comes to Netflix in about 25 years, I'll remember to look it up and watch.

Well, looks like Millie has awakened from her mid-morning slumber. Time to go rescue her and get ready to roll into work at noon! Good times, I tell ya. Happy Thursday!

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Monday, February 23, 2015

party all night

It was a pretty raucous weekend all around. Matt and I had our first night out since Millie was born- one of my coworkers got married and it was a black tie, eat-drink-and-be-merry-all-night event! My parents came up for the weekend to watch over the Nuglet and get some baby snuggles in- apparently they think Matt and I don't share well, so they needed us out of the house so that they could actually have a shot at holding Millie. Whatever. I feel no need to share my baby cuddles. But I'm glad this worked out well for them.

Anyway, so Matt and I spent Saturday afternoon getting dolled up for the wedding. Or rather, I did. Matt spent about 15 minutes putting on a suit, but whatever.

Not going to lie- I spent at least 30 minutes trying out different lipstick combinations to find the perfect one for the night. I think it took me longer to choose a lipstick than it did to buy a dress. So now you know about my priorities.

Another bonus to having parents in the house is that they can take save you from a selfie-only existence!

I got exactly zero pictures of the ceremony, the bride, the decor, or anything else remotely important. Good thing she hired professionals to do that so that I could focus on what was really important: eating all the food and dancing all the dances.

There was an amazing 12(ish)-piece band playing awesome music and the crowd was all about it!! We aren't great dancers, but we had a great time pretending! We also enjoyed hanging out with all of my coworkers and +1s. And the food. And the fancy outfits. And everything! Yay for a night not spent sitting on the count watching Netflix. (Okay, not going to lie- I did feel a few pangs of longing for the Bravermans. Hard to stay away from those guys for a whole night. Also, Millie.)

Also, I would like to reward myself with a gold star for Advance Planning.

That's right. While the band took a break from their jamming, I took a break from my heels. Throwing my Toms in my purse before I left the house turned out to be a wonderful idea about 10:00. Bring on another hour of dancing!

So we had a great night out (but were pretty darn happy to get back home to our quiet house and sleeping babe)...and in our absence, Millie took it upon herself to have a baby rave in her jump-jump.

She partied until she just couldn't make it any longer.

Poor sweet baby. All that jumping gets pretty exhausting!

At any rate, we all had a wonderful and out-of-the-ordinary Saturday. I'll be happy to return to our regular, ordinary Saturdays, though. The kind that don't require a half-hour of lipstick planning.

We returned to our regularly scheduled programming on Sunday with Mexican food after church. Millie decided to check out the high chair scene like a big girl.

She thought she was pretty hot stuff, reading books and chomping on Sophie like a big girl.

Wow, Matt and I look like we stayed out too late dancing or something. At least Millie looks excited about life (and/or sopapillas)!

And finally, I wanted to answer a question that I'm sure has been plaguing most of you.

Where can I get a Millie of my own, Erika?? She is so cute and fabulous- I simply MUST get one!

Well, I can tell you.

MILLVILLE!!!! It's like the happiest place on earth.

I know, I know. I am so hilarious. And now I'm out.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

who you gonna be?

Sometimes when I watch groups of kids now, I play a game where I try to guess which one Millie will be when she's older. Yesterday Matt and I observed kids playing at recess for a little while during our lunch. We analyzed the kids and tried to imagine Millie out there with them.

Will she be the one making her arms look like a chomping alligator or shark and chasing the other kids around, threatening to eat them?

Will she be the one studiously throwing basketballs at a child-sized hoop, determined to get the ball to go through?

Will she prefer to sit on the floor and giggle with her friends, or sit on the bleachers with her teachers and talk?

Will she want to just run and run and get sweaty and have tangled, matted hair? Or will she be like her mama at that age, hating sweat and dirt and running and doing anything remotely yucky?

Will she be doing somersaults on the gymnastics mats or playing school with her friends? If she plays school, will she be the teacher or a student?

It's a fun game. I don't have any idea what she'll be like at three, or seven, or sixteen. Yesterday Matt and I agreed that based on what we know about her now, she'll most likely be the kid bouncing on one of those balls that look like a yoga/exercise ball with handles. I mean, given her passion for jumping in her exersaucer now...that seems like it'd be totally her jam in preschool! There were a few little girls laughing hysterically as they jumped...I bet that'll be her.

It doesn't really matter to me which kid she is on the playground one day. As long as she is kind to her friends and teachers and loves what she's doing...she can run or jump or sit or talk or read or sing or chase and it'll be just great.

Today she is a happy, giggly, drooly little nugget who makes folding laundry a lot more entertaining.

I can't wait to see who she becomes...but I sure do love her a lot just the way she is now.

Monday, February 16, 2015

wardrobe and musical interventions

We ended up having a wonderful Valentine's Day (and weekend).

Her festive Friday outfit
 When I took Millie to school on Friday, after walking in and taking her jacket off and setting her down, her teacher looks at her and then me and says "oh, are you saving her Valentine's outfit for tomorrow?" I must have made a really confused face or something as I stared at my pink-bedecked, festively hairbowed child, because her teacher repeated herself: "you must be saving her Valentine's outfit for tomorrow?"

Then I looked around the room at the other babies. The ones dressed head-to-toe in pink mesh tutus and red-heart-blinged headbands bigger than a dinner plate. The ones that looked like they were ready to hit the pageant circuit at any minute. This is her festive Valentine's outfit, thankyouverymuch. Ain't nobody got time for that nonsense. do you even put a baby in a car seat when they're WEARING A TUTU?? Just stop. Call me a Valentine's grinch, but

Despite Millie's lack of appropriate pageant-worthy flair, we did actually have a lot of fun at her ice cream social. I've been scoping out the parents of the other babies in her class and have had my eye on the one I plan to make my friend. We tend to pick up our girls at the same time, PLUS I discovered that our babies were born one day apart- so they are basically twins. Also, her baby is easily the second most precious one in the class. So I decided I wanted to become friends with her. And then we ended up sitting together (with our husbands, who are apparently equally quiet in social settings) and chatting for the whole party! It was great. I really want more working mom friends, so it seems like daycare is a good place to find them, ha. 

Sorry for the mega close-up of gross chewed-and-then-spit-out food, but look at those little teeeeefffff!!! Also, the eyelashes. I mean...seriously. It's not even right.

We didn't do much official celebrating on Saturday (I mean, besides cleaning, meal planning, and running festive!!), but we did take a pause in our errand-running for some delightful sustenance.

It was every bit as delicious as it looks. I miss it.

We had hoped to get some snow today but it seems to have passed us by. Womp womp. I would love for Millie to get to experience the white stuff this year, but she may just have to wait. We have some freezing rain and ice going on right now which isn't nearly as thrilling, but may earn a delayed work and daycare start tomorrow, so that could be exciting. Perhaps.

The most exciting news of the day is completely unconfirmed and therefore might turn out to be nothing at all, but for now- I'm excited. I think I am getting (inheriting) a CELLO!!!!!!!!!!! I have wanted this cello (and to learn to play it...for the record, I have NO IDEA how to play a cello) for about 20 years and today I got some good intel that it might be coming my way soon! I am basically beside myself and have fabulous visions of how awesome a cello player I will probably be. I seriously need a new hobby that doesn't involve Netflix and this would totally fit the bill. Plus, Millie's favorite thing in the whole world right now is listening to Matt and I make music of almost any kind. She loves to sit in my lap while I play the piano...she jumps and squeals and smiles her face off if either of us play the guitar and sing...she giggles wildly as Matt makes random noises on an old I predict that listening to her Mama learn the cello will suit her just fine. And maybe she'll want to learn one day! But then again, I also thought she would like to listen to me play the flute.

And I was seriously, severely, incredibly wrong.

Not such a fan of woodwinds, that one. My feelings would have been really hurt if I weren't so extremely dead from laughter. She was okay with a few low notes, but then I decided to really wow her with the upper register and OH MY GOSH THE TEARS AND THE SADNESS AND THE HEARTBREAK AND THE MISERY!!!!!!!!!!! It was the funniest thing ever. But also...seriously, Millie. Show a little appreciation, would you?? Sheesh. I used to be really good, promise. Do you think that this is a sign that she doesn't want to be in band when she gets older? Because that would be the worst thing ever. Is there some sort of early intervention for this situation (besides the obvious: MORE FLUTE EXPOSURE)? 

Soo...I think I've covered all the bases here today. No pageant dresses, no snow, maybe cello, more cowbell flute. And now I return to my regularly-scheduled nightly marathon of Parenthood (currently on S4:E9)! Have a great week!