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I guess the lesson I learned from this whole NaBloPoMo experiment is that I can, in fact, come up with something to write (most of the time) when I feel like I have nothing to say. I just need to sit in front of a blank entry page and see what comes out. I don’t know if I’ll stick with this whole thing of posting more frequently, but I’d like to. Not every day, but more than I was before.

Oh, and I know I just did this three days ago, but I have a couple more baby milestones:
* Cate stood up! On her own! No holding anything! This just happened for the first time about an hour ago. We were playing around and she was standing up holding on to Dave, and then she just let go and kept on standing. She held it for a few seconds before she fell on her butt, but she did it again, so I think this is going to be her new favorite trick.

Question: what’s the approximate time gap between independent standing and walking? I’m in big trouble, aren’t I?

* The past two days, when I’ve gone to pick her up at daycare, she took one look at me and said, “Mama!” So I think she might actually know what it means, which is pretty exciting. Earlier tonight, she was in the living room and I wandered into the kitchen for a minute. From the next room, I heard her say, “Mama?” with a definite question mark on the end. It could’ve just been babbling (since she does that non-stop), but it sounded intentional. I said, “Here I am!” And a few seconds later, she came crawling in to the kitchen. So who knows?

* Also, when I drop her off at daycare now, not only does she not cry anymore, she actually reaches for Patsy. So I think we’ve found a pretty happy arrangement there. Happy baby, no guilt for mommy, everybody wins.

Oh, and have I mentioned the teeth? They’re hyooooge!

Last night I had a dream that Cate was in bed with us, which is not a stretch, since she’s usually in our bed from around 4-8 a.m. everyday. (She stopped sleeping through the night when she got sick back in October.) But in the dream I could hear her babbling, so it seemed very real. Then I woke up, and she wasn’t there, and I panicked. We prop open the baby gate at the top of the stairs at night so the cats can come & go (and so Dave and I don’t bump into it in the dark), and I just thought, “Ok, I heard her, but she’s not in the bed. Oh god, she’s crawling around and the gate is open, and she’s going to fall down the stairs!” I bolted to the top of the stairs, and since I heard Dave watching TV, I yelled downstairs, “Is she with you???” He was like, “Uh, is who with me?” That’s when I woke up the rest of the way and realized that I am, in fact, one of those obsessively anxious new moms that you always hear about. Way to go, me.

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Is November over yet? Because this posting every day thing is starting to get really old.

I’m tired. Good night.

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First of all, if you haven’t been following the comments on this post, go read them. That Google is a funny thing. Although I’m slightly mortified that I dissed a cartoon in passing and then the show’s creator left me a comment. Eek!

Today has been crazy errand-running day. After dropping Cate off at daycare, I:
* Made the rounds at Costco and stocked up on formula and other essentials.

* Got a haircut. (It’s been over three months since my last one - I was due.)

* Hit a health food store for protein and vitamin supplies (end results of my gastric bypass). While I was there, I ran into a former friend who I haven’t spoken to since before Dave and I got married. That was awkward, but I decided to be the bigger person and say hi. It wasn’t so bad.

WARNING TO MY DAD: No reading below this point!! (Not that I’m worried, I don’t think he ever reads this site.)

* Went to the Microsoft store to buy my dad’s Christmas present. This required me to be kind of sneaky and subversive, since I haven’t worked there for a year, so technically I’m not allowed to shop there anymore. I tried using my old badge to unlock the door, which of course didn’t work, so I asked the security guard if he’d let me in, and he did without even giving my badge a second glance. The thing is, my badge showed that I was a contractor, so it’s not like I would’ve gotten any cool employee discounts anyway, it was just gaining admission to the Sacred World of Things with Microsoft Logos on Them.

(I got my dad a golf shirt. He loves them. He likes bragging to his golf buddies about how his daughter works there. Or used to. Technically, my paycheck still comes from them in a very indirect way, but that’s a long story.)

(Oh, and I got Cate a “Microsoft Kid” t-shirt since she’s outgrown her Microsoft onesie. Hee! Dave says she isn’t allowed to leave the house wearing it. Whatever. We’ll just see about that.)

And now, it’s off to give the baby a bath and head off to bed. I feel like I haven’t stopped moving all day. So tired.

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Today is Cate’s 10-month birthday. Time for some baby milestones!

1. She said her first word. Only it’s not really a word, and I have no idea if this counts. Every time she sees one of the cats, she gets all excited and she says, “Beh-baaah!!” It’s like she’s calling them a baby, which doesn’t really make any sense, since I always say “kitty-cat” when I point out the cats. But she’s consistent in calling them “beh-baaah” every time she sees them, so I think that’s her first official word. She’s not very good at K and T sounds, I’ve only heard her say them a few times sporadically, so I think she just made up a multi-syllable name for them that she can easily say.

She can also say “uh-oh,” and has used it appropriately a few times (i.e., after throwing her sippy cup off her high chair), but I’m not sure that she really knows what it means.

2. She understands a few words. She’s definitely got “no,” “stop,” and “uh-uh,” although usually she just laughs and keeps on doing whatever it was I just told her to stop doing. Most of the time it just gives me an extra two seconds to catch up with her and remove her from whatever situation she’s gotten herself into. Also, sometimes if she’s freaking out because I walked into the next room, I’ll say “come here” and she seems to know that means to follow me. We’re still working on some of the other basic words and signs - milk, eat, more, water. She seems to understand them, but so far she doesn’t have any interest in signing back.

3. Her singing and dancing never ceases to crack us up. I don’t have a good video yet of her doing her Ray Charles rock-back-and-forth dance, but I’m working on it. (She gets distracted every time she sees me with the video camera.) She does it pretty much anytime she hears music that she likes. And now that she can clap her hands, she has a whole new way to express her happiness with music.

4. Her new favorite game is to sit in the hall, I sit a couple of feet in front of her, and I roll a ball to her so that it stops in the V of her legs. She laughs and laughs, and flails her arms so excitedly that she ends up knocking the ball back to me. It’s a riot.

5. She is so active. We’ve been joking that she’s like one of those perpetual motion desk toys - if she’s awake, she’s on the move. Last night she got fussy around 5 in the morning, so I brought her into bed with us and got her back to sleep. She woke up at 8, pulled herself up to a stand on our headboard, and started jumping up and down. She’s not exactly the most subtle alarm clock, she was just! so! happy! because! morning! Yippee!

6. Probably because she’s so active, and also because she’s gotten so tall, I’ve noticed that her little fat rolls are starting to disappear. I have mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, I’m glad because I don’t want her to be an overweight kid. I know what that’s like, and it’s no fun. Of course I’ll love her and think she’s beautiful no matter what, but I know firsthand how cruel kids can be, and I would feel so guilty if I passed that on to her. The last thing I want is for her to inherit my “fat gene.” On the other hand, I love her little fat rolls, and it makes me a little sad that she’s turning into a (gasp!) toddler, and she’s not staying a teeny-tiny widdle baybee.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally excited to see her turn into her own little person, and I can’t wait until she can really talk and we can have conversations with each other. I often wonder what kind of personality she’s going to have, what kind of things she’ll like, what kind of hobbies she’ll take up (my guess is dancing or gymnastics), and I really can’t wait for all of that stuff. My excitedness about the stuff that’s coming far outweighs the sadness that I feel for the babyhood that’s leaving. I just have to remember to keep kissing all of her little fat rolls as long as they’re still around.

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1. My mom is having her lumpectomy a week from tomorrow (December 4th).

2. I think I’ve been more worried about my mom than I’ve been letting on, because I’ve been grinding my teeth in my sleep. As a result, my jaw is killing me, and ibuprofen isn’t touching it. I’m not sure what to do about that, short of sleeping with a bite guard in my mouth (sex-ay!).

3. Work is slowing down. I’ve finished all of my projects, so I’m just working on edits right now. Which is kind of nice, since the in-laws arrive next week and I don’t want to be frazzled with work stuff while they’re here.

4. Cate has been doing all kinds of new, groovy tricks lately, but I’m saving them for her 10-month birthday tomorrow. Finally you’ll have a blog post worth reading.

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I mentioned recently that Cate is really loving My Friends Tigger and Pooh on Playhouse Disney. It’s more the theme song than the show itself, I think. Yesterday at Target I caved into the powerhouse that is the Disney marketing machine and bought her the Christmas special DVD, and eh… not so much. They don’t do the theme song at the beginning of the movie, so she was bored and crawled off after about five minutes. I’m guessing she might like it more next year.

Btw, if any of you watch that show, you know the turtle? Did you know that Mark Hamill - as in Luke Skywalker - does his voice? Um, WTF?

Anyway, since we’ve been watching a lot of Playhouse Disney in the mornings, I’ve started noticing a couple of thing about the little segments that they show in between the regular shows to fill in the time.

First, Feeling Good with JoJo is a little segment based on the show JoJo’s Circus, which comes on at ridiculous o’clock in the morning, so we’ve never watched it. Basically, in these little segments, JoJo (a clown) shows kids how to do one yoga pose, which is a nice idea in theory. However, at the beginning, she says something along the lines of:
“Hi, I’m JoJo, and today I’m going to show you how to do something with your body that’ll make you feel really good.”
And I giggle at how completely inappropriate that is for children’s programming. Because apparently I’m a 14 year-old boy.

Also, JoJo has a pet lion named Goliath, and the first time Dave saw him, he almost fell off the couch laughing. It’s all done in claymation, so Goliath’s mane is rather well-coifed. Dave says he looks like Christopher Walken, and well, he sort of does.

One of their other segments proves that I clearly need to get out of the house more often, because I think the DJ on Choo-Choo Soul is kinda hot. Dave thinks that the singer (Genevieve) looks like a stripper. There is something sort of Fergie-esque about her, and the train conductor’s uniform that she wears is a little costume-y, so I can see where he gets that idea. But I like their music, and Cate seems to dig it too, so no complaints about that.

And as much as I despise the Happy Monster Band, and I can’t decide if Go Baby is really cute or really creepy, I still think it’s nice that they don’t show tons of commercials in between shows.

Like I said, I need to get out more.

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Under normal circumstances, I avoid shopping the first few days after Thanksgiving like the plague. I usually feel like the bargains aren’t worth the pain of dealing with the hordes of people, and trying to manage it with a baby in tow? Ugh, no thanks.

In spite of that, today Cate and I headed off to Target, because we had reached crisis levels of formula. I normally stock up on Similac at Costco to save money (it’s one of the few products that you can really save a ton of money on by buying in bulk), but not this time. I don’t know if this applies to all Costco locations, but the parking lot at ours is a nightmare on any weekend, nevermind this particular weekend. So I opted for the lesser of two evils and went to Target.

And it was not so bad. I was pleasantly surprised. I found a parking spot easily enough, retrieved a cart, and the checkout was not nearly as crazy as I was expecting. I got more Christmas presents, stocked up on various baby and household items that we needed, got a few things we didn’t need (hello, York peppermint patties! I’ve missed you all year), and just generally had a nice time getting out of the house for a while. We’ve had kind of a lazy holiday thus far, so this was a very welcome little outing.

Sorry this is boring. Just keeping up with the whole NaBloPoMo thing. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

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