Thursday, March 28, 2013

Mollie stats....

Shortly after I announced that I was pregnant, a girlfriend from college also announced that she was pregnant.
And, our babies were due within about a week of eachother.
She is also a blogger.
She is much more bloggingly-organized than me.
She links to other sites, has the fabulous buttons, and knows how to do many more advanced bloggingly-skilled things than I do.

She also has great topic ideas. When she was pregnant she did a monthly 'stat' page with where she was at in her pregnancy. I stole her idea, because it was fun.

Now, she has continued to do it with the baby, so I plan to steal the idea from her once again. Thanks, go read her blog too!

So let's just pretend Mollie was born at 5 months old because I have not done this for the first 4 months of her life. The first 4 were not nearly as interesting as the 5th one anyways. I can summarize them....

Baby screams.
Baby poops.
Baby cries.
Baby is cute.
Baby doesn't sleep.
Tonight the baby slept.
Baby is back to not sleeping again.

There ya go. Her first 4 months in a nutshell.'s getting fun....

Mollie Cate by the numbers: 
Weight: 15 pounds 2 ounces (75th percentile)
Length: 24 1/2 inches (75th percentile)
She's very proportionate 

Sleep: Getting worse by the day. Much to my dismay. Generally 7:30pm - 2:30am  and then 3:00am - 6:30am. I'm ready to sleep train her. I was ready to sleep train her months ago. Mama is tired but I know it could be worse.

Feeding: She is exclusively breastfed and we will be starting cereal in the next month when she's a bit closer to 6 months old. Feeding solid food scares me so I have elected Jeremy as the "food captain". I am the "milk captain".

Diaper Size: size 2 (but her thighs are starting to bust out of them....little lady has her mama's thighs)

Clothes Size: She is well into her 3-6 month clothes. She can still wear 3 month clothes on top, but little lady's legs do not quite accommodate the tiny pants.
Hair Color: Dark Brown with a bit of red. It is getting lighter by the day. And she has a huge bald spot in the back from sleeping on her back. Back is best. Except for balding patterns.
Eye Color: They're like a dark greyish leaning towards brownish color
Milestones: SO many. Grabbing and holding objects, listening to everything around her, rolling back to front and front to back...and then...the most fun development (sometimes)....sound discovery. She has found her voice. It started as just laughter, and now it is laughter, squeals, blowing raspberries (see video below), jibberish and every other sound that could come out of a child's mouth. She lays in her bed at night and just talks and laughs, blows raspberries, squeals, babbles. It is HILARIOUS.
She is pretty proud of her ability to blow raspberries. As you can see, she takes them very seriously.

Nicknames: Mollie Monkey Moo, Monkey pants, Moll and Mollzers

The month in photos....
Sometimes she dresses like her Grandma Beth

Mollie playing with buddy Margot. They insisted on wearing their matching outfits.

She is quite skilled at holding things.

Mollie and Mama

And...she visited the Easter bunny. She clearly knows she's Jewish and therefore should not be visiting the Easter bunny based on the look on her face. "Gosh mom, the Easter bunny is not for Jews. Get me out of here. They know I'm not supposed to be here. MOM...get me out of here" - Mollie
 So there ya have it....the monkey is 5 months old! Every single month has been better than the last so I can only imagine how great this next one will be. She is hilarious. I literally lay on the ground with her laughing hysterically. Crying laughing. She laughs, then I laugh, and it goes back and forth like this for a very long time. 

Who knew babies were so funny???!!

Friday, March 22, 2013

In time

It is 2:43 AM right now and I am up, feeding the baby. I understand that I don't think the most rational thoughts at 2:43 AM but at this moment, I am having a hard time believing that my child will ever sleep 12 hours in a row. Ever.

I realize that 12 hours in a row is an unrealistic expectation right now, but, a girl can dream.

Yes, right now I am fairly convinced that she will be a senior in highschool, crying in her room at 2:00am for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

And it feels as though I may never again get a full nights sleep. For I will always be the snack fetcher. In whatever age-appropriate snack form that may be. Mollie may be calling me from college one day asking for a beer and pop tarts at 2:00 AM.

I really don't recall what it feels like to get a full nights sleep. But I imagine it feels nice.

Oh, sleep. How I miss thee.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


Our daughter
acts a lot like her mom
but looks a lot like her Dad.
Check out these smiles! 


Online shopping

Yea, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm a new mom.

Which means it is more difficult to get out of the house these days. Not impossible. And we get out a lot. But, one of the things that is nearly impossible is shopping for clothing.
A 4.5 month old baby does not make a good shopping companion.
At least not mine.
She likes to be entertained.
Apparently shopping is not yet entertaining to her. (My wallet hopes this remains the case for a very long time) shopping.

What did moms do before online shopping?

They must have been naked.
And their kids must not have worn diapers.
And they probably saved a lot of money.

I thought I would share a few of my favorites. is AMAZING. I love it. You all know I am a Target girl at heart (our family bleeds red and kahki), but has some of the specific baby related things that Target doesn't have. They often run specials ($10 off a box of diapers), and they ship very fast. So, when I think of things we need, I put them in the cart, when I have enough for free shipping, I order them. Simple!  Love it.

They also have partner sites that we love....  (yes, we like cleaning products in a strange way) (hello, dog food delivered to my doorstep!) (fun home related items)
I have the Luxe card so everything ships free. I hate paying for shipping. It's a pet peeve of mine.

And here is the big news. Which is probably not big news at all. This has likely been the case for a long time, but I just learned about it... ships free all the time.
Free Shipping. Free Returns.  Happy Kara.

Now I will be clothed. My baby will have diapers. And Jeremy will walk to the front door each day wondering what I ordered this time.
Baby socks? Check!
Diaper Genie refills? Check!
New tights? Check! 

Did I mention that I usually order these things while feeding the baby at 3:00am?
Money seems free at 3:00am.

Friday, March 15, 2013

It will change your life

A friend posted this on Facebook and I just had to share....

Author Unknown

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations."

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.

I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.

That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.

I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her
baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming
children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.

That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.

My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks.

I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child.

I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.

I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.

I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.

May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Guess Who

This weekend Mollie woke up from her nap and Jeremy went in to get her.

They did not return downstairs so I went up to see what was going on.

And this is what I found...

He said she wanted to play. So he climbed in to play.

Pretty good dad.

Friday, March 8, 2013


Sometimes I think we should have read some of those parenting books.

On my first day of Kindergarten I met this little girl. I decided that day that I really liked her and wanted her to be my friend forever. That little girl was quite unsure of me, but I pushed my way in and informed her that we would be friends. Realizing that I was quite persistent, she gave in and we became buddies somewhere in our 5th year of life.

And I got my wish. She has been my friend since that day. And will be my friend forever. Persistence works.

And now, I am the luckiest girl in the world because this incredible friend works at Mollie's daycare and makes sure the Monkey Moo gets extra love and kisses.

And she provides helpful hints on parenting.

Which are more like common sense things we should have innately known but somehow failed to realize.

Example #1:
Baby socks are the dumbest invention ever. They do not stay on. However, the baby needs to wear socks because it is cold outside. Enter...knee highs. I found some socks at Baby Gap that extend up to her knees, thereby staying on her feet. They were fit tight, and sat high up on her leg, and I was proud of my find.

Until the aforementioned forever friend called me to discuss the fact that my child was losing circulation in her legs. Yes, my child's face may look like her father, but her legs look like her mother; this girl has some serious calves and thighs. And those fabulous knee high socks that I found were digging in to her legs.

But they also stayed on her feet!

We receive a weekly newsletter from daycare each week for all of the parents in the whole school (I don't know how many people this newsletter goes to, but I would guess it is well over 100 people). That week, there was a reminder for the parents, "Please make sure your child's socks are not too tight, and cutting off circulation in their legs."


Example #2:
We got a call from forever friend at daycare earlier this week telling us that Mollie was refusing her bottle. (Not normal..this kid eats like a ravenous dog)  She looked closer and smelled the nipple on her bottle and noticed there was blue soap residue and it wreaked of Dawn.

And this is where I sold out my husband.


I may have been responsible for the sock incident of 2013, but he is entirely responsible for the soap incident of 2013.

Yes, the paranoid, ultra-clean husband cleaned the baby's bottles by drenching them in Dawn dish soap. He thought it would help to get them really, really clean. Unfortunately forgetting that soft plastic is permeable and that Dawn would seep into the nipple and would never come out.

And so our child was refusing her bottle because it was a delectable mix of breast milk and Dawn dish soap. Mmmm, delish!

And of course...the daycare weekly update...

"Just one reminder this week, we have noticed multiple breast milk bottles, from multiple families, are smell like dish detergent and often your infant is refusing the bottle. Please make sure to not use too much soap with the bottles especially on the nipples. Ask us if you have any questions. Have a great weekend!"
We will read the books for the next kid.  This one is just the practice round.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Aw Sh*&

When you become a parent you think it's going to be all about love, and snuggles, sleepless nights and smiles in the morning.

It's really all about poop.

Did they poop too much?
Did they poop too little?
Does this poop look okay?
Is it too brown/black/green/orange/foamy/stinky/stringy/seedy?
Did they poop on me?
Did they poop on their outfit?
Did they poop so much on their outfit that it needs to be changed...or is an acceptable level of poopage?

These are the hard hitting issues that become the obsession of parents around the world.

Or at least around my house.

Yesterday was Mollie's first day back at daycare (woo hoo!!!).

We picked her up and one of the girls had a big wet spot on her shirt and seemed less than pleased. I picked up Mollie's daily sheet and reviewed it. 

12:30: Shart
2:45: Poop
4:40: Blowout

Apparently this was not just any 'ol blowout. All parents are familiar with the simple blowout. The change the diaper and onesie, run of the mill, blowout.

This was not that blowout.

This was the up the arms, on her neck, down her legs blowout.

My kid has skills.

She sharts. She poops up to her neck. She has a blowout so bad they need to give her a bath at daycare.

Have I mentioned that she is very advanced?

And super feminine.

There are few things in life more embarrassing than apologizing to the daycare worker who has your child's poo all over them. 

Friday, March 1, 2013

4 Months Old

Our baby is 4 months old today!

We have a 4 month old.

That is crazy.

She has now earned the nickname 'Monkey' because she is so active and kicks and moves, and tries to climb all over the place.

Happy Birthday Monkey! 

My advice to new parents out gets SO much better. With every day that passes, she is more fun, smiley, sweeter, more cuddly and just downright happy! 

Dr. Harvey Karp is quite right. Babies are really not quite ready to be born until they're 3 months old, but that is biologically impossible for humans because our noggins are too big. 

I had lunch with a girlfriend who has two kids when Mollie was about 2 months old. It was a particularly rough day in my life as a mom, and I walked into lunch, hair askew, tears running down my face, and holding a list of questions. Not a figurative list, and actual, real, paper list of questions.
Question #1: When do babies turn fun?
Question #2: When do babies stop screaming?
Question #3: When do babies learn to nap?

and so on....

I cannot thank this friend enough for not laughing in my face, but I was serious. Those days were hard.  These days, they're better. They're great!

Happy 4 month Birthday Mollie Monkey Moo.  

I am certain you are reading this blog post.

After all, you are a very advanced 4 month old.