The Delaney and Waylon Diaries

Whew! What a weekend.

Here's how it went, pretty much in order: Delaney got horrid rash that drove her to scratching, me to tears and R to the store for lotion. Went to bed, exhausted from rash/itch/cry day. Woke up. Saw the doctor, got some cream. Rash nicely on mend. Took five hours to watch two-hour Lifetime movie about Amber Frey and ate Chinese food...not worth it (Amber Fry movie...Chinese food definitely worth it). Woke up. Let Mathilde (aka Houdini Dog) out, she escaped. R chased, got Mathilde back. Mathilde smelled like death and poop. Washed both dogs (two for the priced of one). Delaney and I attended friend's first birthday party. Delaney flirted and caused quite a stir, other boys vv jealous.

Ate pork/chicken stir fry and watched vv bad Anacondas movie...took three hours to watch (also not worth it...why am I spending time on bad movies??? Life's too short.). Drank a glass of wine, ate 1/2 piece of chocolate fudge cake and blogged. Went to bed. Woke up. Delaney and I watched Lance win SEVENTH Tour   and I cried at the podium presentation. Celebrated D's four-month birthday by taking 42 photos of her throughout the day.

Ate breakfast, helped R clean house. Dashed off to friend's house to gossip for two hours. Ran back home to feed D, watched R finish cleaning house (oh, how I LOVE that man!). Watched R make dinner (cornish game hens...did I mention I love him?!) and ate it while watching Six Feet Under (what the hell's up with Nate? Why did he sleep with Maggie? Can't stand her. Is his brain-thing back?). Put D to bed. Paid bills. Got ready for the week. Poured glass of wine and plated second 1/2 of cake. Now blogging. What a wonderful weekend...

Three months = troll?

Today my beautiful, darling girl turned three months old. I can't believe it. It was just yesterday that we brought her home and I obsessively recorded her nursing sessions and feverishly counted her pees and poos. Those days are long gone, but I can't believe it's been three months already. I know what people mean when they say, "They grow up so fast." I find myself taking mental (and actual) snapshots of each moment with her, savoring each babble or gaaa she makes, each bubble she gurgles or spits. She is gorgeous and grows more so each day. I, however, appear to be turning into a postpartum troll. Suddenly the zits of my first trimester are rearing their ugly (white)heads and my hair is coming out in clumps. I'm finding it all over the house. I'm out-shedding my husky and let me tell you, that dog can shed! I've always had thick, curly hair and when I heard that after pregnancy your hair falls out, I thought, "Not my hair! It always looks great. It'll stay full and lustrous." Well, it did. For three months. Now I look like a puberty victim all over again. The good news is that Delaney doesn't notice. She just stares up at me with those adoring blue eyes and smiles.