I know I know.

Posted 12 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, motherhood, other people are awesome, retail therapy

You’re all, DOOODE, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?

Clearly, not blogging.

I’d like to direct you to my pal Felicia. She posted about this very subject on Monday. This is why I love her. (Warning: She uses some swears. Hell, I use swears. If you can’t handle it you probably shouldn’t be reading my blog, you goodie-goodie, you.)

So, anyway…life was happening and I was not really around a ‘puter to get to the bloggin’ this weekend. We drove to my parents house in Wiscompton and did some relaxing with my folks. Abbers had her third opportunity to sleep in her pack and play…only this time she was too big for the bassinet, so she just slept in the other part. I use the word “slept” loosely since she didn’t really. She HATED it. She slept on my chest in our bed. Meanwhile, I didn’t sleep.

Monday we had Mommy/Daughter day and went to IKEA to hunt down the crib we’ll be assembling at my parents house lest we go through the no-sleep -solution again.  I managed to find a duvet for our bed that was a whopping $14.99 and bought some new throw pillows so I now have a GREY AND YELLOW BEDROOM! (Except for the blue walls, but I digress.) I bought some other crap too.

But STOP EVERYTHING.

Do you see that? “Your package has been delivered.” Do you know what package that is?

MY MODERN BIRD PRINT, THAT’S WHAT!

I’m SO EFFING EXCITED!

I’m going to take a crap load of photos tonight and share them. I promise. The hubs owes me a night of devotion to my compy.

Oh yeah, Happy Moms day to all y’all mammas. I trust it was splendid for each of you. The hubs was kind enough to spring for a pair of replacement William Rast Jeans for the ones I purchased many many moons ago.  My pregnant and post-pregnancy gams managed to rub a hole through the inner thigh, making them an “at home” kind of jean. Now, I have a new pair. YUSSSSSS. Alright, check back later for photos that I PROMISE I’LL PUT UP.

Random Fact Friday.

Posted 07 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, The Hubs

  • I am wearing my tall gray boots today. I love them. However, all I can smell is leather. It’s grossing me out.
  • I would like to wear my “April” dress for “Six Months + Six Dresses”  (which I still have to take a photo of) tonight, but the entire ensemble is quite summery. And it’s supposed to snow tonight. Yeah, that’s no typo. SNOW. I effing LOVE Minnesota.
  • Abbers has her six month appointment this afternoon. Complete with shots, diaper rash investigation part three, airing of grievances and feats of strength. Eerily similar to Festivus.
  • I bought The Carrie Diaries today. I used to pride myself on reading challenging literature. Now, I read what I know I can digest in 10 minute increments because that’s the longest I’ll get to read a book at any given moment before I get pooped on, have to feed someone or have to exit the train.
  • You can now “Like” Blogged Bliss on Facebook. See over there…on the right? Go ahead! DO IT.
  • Our daughter apparently has plans to be a snake when she grows up, as the most common sound you’ll hear out of her mouth is “SSssssssssssss…”
  • Can I have this room? I mean, I know it’s a “teen room” but OMG. I WANT IT. I’m sure the hubs would be fine with it too. (Just ignore the “girly” descriptive term. It’ll be fine. Just smile and nod your head. THERE you go.)

Barfless Tuesday/Lawsuit Wednesday

Posted 05 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, house stuffs, motherhood

You know, kind of like “Wordless Wednesday” but not really.

Yes, Abby made it through Tuesday sans the technicolor yawn. (high-five.) We’re slowly working on getting her better. She’s on 100% formula, but still only having about five ounces a sitting instead of seven. If she stays vom-free today, I may offer her some rice cereal tonight. We need to get back on track with the solids!

Monday I spent four hours cleaning my house from top to bottom, nearly using an entire package of Clorox Disinfecting Wipes in the process. Do you know how great those things are? Especially when you have baby vomit in the cracks of your hardwood floor.

Also on Monday, I took Abbers to the doc for the second time about her horrendous diaper rash. It’s only been getting worse despite countless applications of an antifungal/hydrocortisone cocktail and Triple Paste. We had to see a doctor different than Abby’s normal doc since she isn’t in on Monday. She said that the antifungal should take care of it. And to “air it out.” YOU air it out, Ms. Doctor Lady. Do you not realize that we’ve been swimming in a sea of barf and poop for the past week? I do not care to add urine to the list of fluids in between floor slats, THANKYOUVERYMUCH.

So, I attempted to buy cloth diapers and let her wear those for a while. But those are a lot of work. It dawned on me that maybe Abby’s diapers with this new dry max stuff might be causing the irritation (the only new thing we’ve added to her diaper routine), so I bought a package of Seventh Generation diapers and OHMYGOD I love them. It’s like they took a mold of Abby’s bum and made a diaper just for her.  I started using them Monday night – no leaks, awesome absorbency.

Today I find out that there’s a lot of hoopla going on about her old diapers. We used to use Pampers Swaddlers (now with DRY MAX!), they fit her well, she rarely had leaks and I loved how soft they were.  If you’re interested in knowing what’s going on (or maybe isn’t…who knows until there’s further investigation) read this article. Or visit the Facebook group. Or just search “Pampers” in Google News for more info.

Needless to say, until this is settled, we’re a Seventh Generation household. Added bonus: they don’t have effing Elmo on their diapers. I don’t care for Elmo. Not one bit.

Vom-a-palooza 2010

Posted 02 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, not so much, The Hubs

Oh. HAI INTERNETS. It’s me, Jenna. Remember me? The last time you heard from me was Wednesday, a mere 2 hours before all hell broke loose in what I now refer to as VOM-A-PALOOZA 2010! Yeah, I totally just tried to use the blink code. Just in case your brower doesn’t support it and you can’t see it.

Anywho, I made and ate a delish dinner of chicken picatta. Then my innards rumbled. I assumed gallbladder. I was sick all night. And then I barfed. And I felt better. And then I was still sick.

The next morning, the hubs called his folks, as they were going to have to watch her since I was sick and going to have to stay home. Their response? Oh, they’re barfing too. Good god, it’s going around. So, me and both of his parents are barfing. The hubs is going to have to stay home to watch Abbers. He gives her the first bottle of the day, and then promptly gets thrown up on as soon as it’s down. She’s got it too.

(At this point we think maybe the food poisoning we assumed in Vegas was really this bug. But who the hell knows. I’m not a doctor, I only play one in the bedroom.)

(Sorry family members who read that.)

Anyway, I spend the day on the couch moaning and groaning. We call the nurse line to figure out what to do with Abby since she can’t keep anything down. I start imagining our impending trip to the ER when she’s dehydrated, me pale and shitting all over everything and her projectile vomiting, with the hubs in the middle in a raincoat pleading to God for it to stop. Luckily I didn’t get it that bad. Neither did she. But she couldn’t keep much down.

She barfed a total of 5 times. Once on me. FOUR TIMES on the hubs. Twice because I messed up on what to give her (one too warm, one too much).

Not only does she have a shitty stomach, but is teething and has THE WORST DIAPER RASH EVER! (I thought about making that blink too but I’m a HTML coder and I know better than to use that crap code twice in one post.) And then, Tylenol recall! You know, that stuff I’ve been giving her for the past 2 months? RECALLED! (Oh yeah, McNeill and Johnson & Johnson? MIDDLE FINGER.)

Regardless, all of this meant our trip to my parents house for the weekend was not happening. I cried. My mom cried. I haven’t been home since before Christmas, all because of some shitty virus (insert rimshot here), I have to wait another week.

Blah blah blah. Anyway, it’s been over 24 hours since Abbers has spewed. We’re still working on getting her back to her normal ounces per feeding, and don’t even ask me when I’ll have the balls to try cereal again. Tomorrow I’m taking her to the doc to have her diaper rash looked at since it’s really bad, and not getting better with over the counter whatnots. I’m also taking her to the in-laws for a few hours tomorrow so I can deep clean this cesspool of bacteria.

Sigh.

So, how was your weekend?

6 months.

Posted 28 Apr 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category uncategorized

My little Abbers,

You turned six months yesterday. Do you know what that means? You’re already a half year old. I can’t even believe it. You’re so much bigger than when you were born, it blows my mind. After I brought you home from the hospital, I used to look at your six and nine month clothes and wonder how you’d ever fit into them. Now I look at your newborn clothes and can barely remember you being that small.

I’m sad to say that your teething got the best of you on your six month day, and that’s why this is a day late; I was too busy making sure you were as happy as could be in the few hours we had together on your big half year.

A lot of crap has happened in the past month. Once again, you’ve proven to be the light that we need in our dark times. I will eternally be thankful for that.

Love you so so much.

Momma.