SLEEPY HEADMelia sleeps with a blanket on her head. I know, some of you out there will think: "Ooh, bad mom. Aren't you worried about SIDS?" Of course, but it really isn't that common. And I have a cool crib alarm that my dad and Marcia gave us- if Melia stopped breathing the alarm would go off.
Here is the funny thing: did you know that I sleep with my head covered? Always have. My mom used to tell me that she would check on me constantly throughout the night to be sure I was still breathing. Good thing I have that alarm.
This picture was taken this morning. Ryan said to me, "Well we know she has your DNA for sure."
POOR MOMMY
I have mommy burn-out. I feel like I am losing brain cells daily. My memory is shit. So much for grad school, eh? Seems all my college education is good for these days is how to successfully change a poopy diaper. But, to my credit, I could kick any mom's butt at diaper changing. Bring it on. And folding teeny-tiny onesies used to be cute. Now it is just laundry. Which in-and-of-itself is annoying. My only saving grace is that we bought a really cool new high efficiency washer and dryer set...we will see how long it takes before the novely of that wears off. I can't even bring Melia to the gym anymore because she talks too much and is considered a liability. I need some SERIOUS adult stimulation where the discussion consists perhaps of philosophy and aesthetics instead of baby's inconsistent sleep patterns. Blah, blah, blah. Poor Mommy. Enough whining.
HELLO TURKEY
We are off to Lake Tahoe tomorrow. This is our 5th year going to Tahoe for Thanksgiving. Only this year I am not pregnant (hello chip-shots!) and we have our cutie pie with us. Have a fantastic Turkey Day, everyone!