Barely Made It

I barely made it into work this morning and it really didn't have much to do with me taking too long to get ready.

I wake up at 4 every morning and by 5 I am ready with a bottle to feed miss Kate when she wakes up. Though there are times when she wakes up around 4:30, but she is perfectly content to swing it out in her swing while I finish getting ready.

After feeding her a bottle I bring her into her room to change her into her daytime clothes. This is a part of my morning where I often get sidetracked. Kate loves to lay in her changing pad, with only a diaper on, and coo and smile away. This is where we have our morning chats.

Today though, she was extra talkative, and when I put her back in the swing so that I could leave for work, she decided there were some more things to tell me. She was getting so excited, moving all around and smiling like crazy, that I just had to sit down on the floor next to the swing and hash it out with her. Ten minutes later, she was getting a little tired, and I looked at the clock and realized that I would have to drive or be late.

It's mornings like these that I wish I could take her to work with me!

You Know You Have a Daughter When...

... your husband cuts his finger on the washing machine, cleans it up with a baby wipe, and covers it with a Hello Kitty band-aid because those are the only ones you have in the house!

A New Friend

Kate loves to talk to her Cookie Monster friend after he gets done singing her his own version of "Old McDonald"!

Just a Little Juice

These past couple of days Kate has been kind of whiny and finicky when I get her home at night. I was thinking that it could have been because of an upset stomach. Just to see if it would help to get things moving along (hint, hint) I gave her some prune juice.

I know that most adults as they read this will flinch, squish up their faces, and think, "Yuck, prune juice!"

She loves it!

It took her all of five minutes to hoover down three ounces of the stuff.

Then, one pruney smelling burp later...she was back to being my happy baby again.

We may be on to something...

A Day of Fun

Kate is embarking on her very first "Day of Fun" with her auntie Kristen!


I am sure that the two will have a blast, hopefully my little girl is full of smiles and giggles all day for her aunt!

Is this a Growth Spurt?

Ever since last Sunday, Kate has been eating like a hungry hippo! She is still taking about 6 ounces for every feeding but instead of those feedings being 5 to 6 hours apart, she wants to eat every 3 to 4 hours.

Plus she has been super sleepy (practically slept all day on Sunday).

This morning at 2:30am she woke up super hungry, which she hasn't done since I went back to work (4 weeks ago).

But still, not chubby. I am still secretly hoping that she gets chubby, I love chubby babies!

If she keeps eating like this she will deplete my supply!

Ah well, what baby wants, baby gets! : )

All in Good Humor

When John and I found out that we had a baby on the way, we knew that we both wanted to raise our children Catholic. Our only problem with this was that we both wanted to find a church with a priest that made church more enjoyable than your run-of-the-mill Catholic mass. Was it such a weird thought to want some humor mixed in with mass?

Growing up in St. Paul you would think that John had his pick of funny and interesting priests, but it doesn't sound like that was the case. The priests that were at my church growing up were both very family and kid friendly, and made it enjoyable to go every Sunday. Hey, when you have a priest who sporadically breaks out a guitar to sing his homily you can't get bored!

Our first church visit on our search was to the Catholic church in Hugo, let's just say that neither of us were impressed. The Friday night fish fry was pretty good though!

Then, some friends of ours joined the Church of St. Genevieve in Centerville, so we thought we would give it a try. Thankfully, it was perfect. The first mass we went to the priest instructed the deacon on how important it was to joke during the homily (together they kind of put on a faith-centered side show). We have now become members, which involved the priest visiting our home. We both found him to be funny, in a corny grandpa kind of way, which really helped to calm our nerves. Wouldn't anyone be nervous with a priest coming over to their house? I even wondered if we should hide the R rated movies!

To get to the end of my story here...

Today when we were leaving church, Father Tom, with all of his typical humor, pointed at Kate in her car seat and shouted, "Rookie!". Now if that doesn't make you laugh, then I don't know what will. : )