WBC, Mom visiting, etc.

Ahh, quiet. Lovely! It has been go-go-go since my mom came down yesterday, and it's nice to sit by myself and eat bon-bons and post something frivolous. E is sleeping... which I will probably regret since bedtime is in less than four hours.. but she totally had to nap, even if it was later than usual. She's been uncharacteristically cranky, owing to poor sleeping habits. She missed her nap yesterday and came close to missing it today. I don't have a kid that will fall asleep in the stroller or even in a carrier, so if conditions aren't exactly right... crankiness ensues. Also, she ADORES my mom, and that actually causes some problems. Namely, she wants Mom to carry her all the time. She doesn't want me, and she cried pitifully (and loudly) when I tried to put her in the mei tai... which she normally likes a lot. My mom loves it when she cries after her so she gives in and takes her out of the buggy or the stroller or the carrier, and then after a while, her arms will give out and she ends up back with me or in one of those devices, and she is even more mad because hey Granny, look at how sad I am here without you! Repeat. She has always been harder to hold than some other babies, owing in part to her size and to her strong desire to be OVER THERE, SUDDENLY, when you think she's quite content to sit on your hip. She is quite literally the size of your average two-year-old, and she is strong. It means nothing, except as a point of interest to her parents (who are, after all, engaged in the business of making sure she grows up, and she is sure doing that) but she is so freaking BIG. I saw a little boy today who looked like he was about five months old next to her, and he was eleven months.

Speaking of big... her twelve-month well baby visit was today, and it went well. The nurse was a bit of a jerk about not giving her her shots, but the doctor was very cool about it. She also praised us for still breastfeeding. I always go in prepared to stand my ground but I must say that so far I have been pleasantly surprised about how cool her pediatricians are. Of course, I was also impressed with how accomodating the OBGYN group was, when they agreed that of course we could have a natural approach to labor and delivery and of course I could walk around beforehand, and as soon as they decided that I was in labor, they strapped my ass down to the bed and wouldn't let me get up but hey, I'm not bitter.

Or, wait, maybe I am.

Anyway! WBC. She is 26 pounds, 7 ounces, and 31.5 inches tall, still greater than 97th percentile. She got a prescription for her diaper rash, which the doctor thought was yeasty instead of just rashy... which I was beginning to wonder myself because it would NOT go away. (Her first real rash, other than mild irritation now and then, so I am no expert, that's for sure. Also note--yet another benefit of cloth diapers.) So--Evelyn's very first prescription got filled today! Odd little first in a person's life, huh? I am so thankful and so amazed that she has lived an entire year without prescriptions. So many babies are not that lucky and I am so grateful that she is.

So, other than that... Mom and I have run errands (new license! woot.) and shopped. I am fascinated by the ability to actually find clothes in a store, go into the dressing room and have them FIT, and look decent. Or, the theoretical ability. I am still not sure about what my sizes ARE, as I am disproportioned. I still haven't bought much of anything but I'm getting into the swing of things. I can't believe it took me an entire year after she was born to actually start looking for clothes that fit. I'm none too bright.

Oh, and M and I are separating, because I am hooking up with Frasier Crane. M says it's pretty rough when get not only get dumped, but dumped for a fictional character. Dreams are wacky, aren't they? He is SO not the kind of man I'd go after. Eww. Random trivia about me: I watch Golden Girls, Frasier and Will and Grace every morning from nine to noon. It's part of the routine, and I am so bored with them all by now but I can't stop because there's nothing else to watch on at those times. What Not to Wear at noon, Days of our Lives at one, and then Martha Stewart and Dr. Phil but only because I don't usually bother turning the channel, and then Ellen. I don't watch all of it, but if I'm in the living room with the television on, that's what's playing usually. After five, it's FoodTV. I sound like I watch a lot of television now. I don't, really, but I do like to have noise in the background and I like there to be TV noise if she's asleep because it helps disguise any noise I make--I prefer dishwasher noise but I don't clean my kitchen eough. ;) I have considered trying to pick up another soap, but the half hour sitcoms seem to make the day go by faster. Anyone else have a television schedule or am I just terribly sad and deprived and need to get out more? ;)