This weekend was busy. A swirl of busy.

It involved lunches, bbqs, dinners, movies, whatnot.

I mainly remember feeling my head burst on Sunday night after a fun but exhausting Saturday and another fun evening on Sunday, and then zombiewalking through Monday trying to be perky but failing and staying home from work.

Migraines suck ass.

I plodded through Tuesday.

I finally took a migraine pill on Tuesday night, which worked. But they are toxic to beanies, so I couldn't breastfeed her all night.

I got news for ya, my kid must get the bulk of her calories from me at night, all hours. Because she woke us up and PF was getting bottle after bottle, probably 10 oz or more. She drained them, fell asleep, and woke up finally at 5:48, when I was just too tired not to nurse her. So, I gave my baby the remnants of Max-Alt still in my bloodstream. It probably knocked her out, because apparently she slept until 9:30 AM. 9 PM-9:30 AM, with 3 or 4 wake ups.

People ask me if she sleeps through the night now. I always say yes. But after Tuesday night, I'm thinking "no." Because I'm thinking she must wake up enough to nurse. But Tuesday, I just wouldn't let her, and we both woke up each time. And so did Daddy, because that's what you do when you are tired. You wake up the dad.

In any case, she's fine, and she did get some sleep last night, except that she apparently will scream from 1 AM until 1:30 AM if she hears me go to the potty and she's been up doing her nightowl thing with dad. That sucked.

I had originally gone to bed with her while she was sound asleep, she woke up, started playing, and after two hits to my face, I called her dad in. He took her out to calm her down and drink warm bottles while I passed out, careening into the pillow like a car crash. But sometimes I pee in the middle of the night. And my tinkle woke her up way out in the living room. And boom. Night From Hell. For Mommy. Not so much for dad, since he sleeps in.

Anyway.

This weekend, at a birthday party, Beanie found a dog turd. And did with it what any curious toddler would do. She tasted it. And then, after all of that, she wanted to nurse. I felt trapped in a John Waters movie. My head exploded, I do belive, as a consequence of my thinking too hard about poop in mouths.

Yesterday afternoon I took my kid out to our little sandbar in our backyard. Daddy fished off the little dock and caught 6 little fishes. Beanie and I fed ducks in the sun. So nice!

She has been taking steps. The most so far: 7. She basically takes seven steps laughing hysterically until she can't contain it anymore and collapses on the ground. She jumped OFF the couch and raced toward me last night until she collapsed in a fit of giggles. Me too. I crack up when she starts hootin'. The kid is ridiculously happy most of the time. That's why it's so rough on us when she's crying, because it's pretty rare (as far as babies go.)

She has become demanding when we are eating. We have to feed her first, and she still might want some of whatever we have. Even if it's the same thing!

Speaking of eating, it's really true that kids will put anything in their mouths. Some stuff is relatively benign.
Things I've found Beanie chomping on the past couple of months:
1) pigeon turdlette (this was in her mouth all of 2 seconds, but still. Yuck.)
2) cat hair
3) remote control
4) lettuce
5) beetle (I found half a beetle. I think it fell out of the cobweb. At first I thought it was an olive sliced lenghtwise into quarters until I examined it closer and freaked out.)
6) cobweb (jeebus, there was so much cobweb in her mouth! I was shocked. I kept expecting to pull out the damn spider.) from entry way (we have a lot of spiders near our outside lights)
7) wallet
8) dog and cat food
9) blanket fuzzies
10) paper

Of the 10, the most concerning ones were blanket fuzzies, lettuce and paper. That's because she likes to put them in her mouth even AFTER her experiences with them, and they can choke her.

Yeah. When they say "Anything", they seriously mean it. And it gets creative. Beanie does the normal things too, like chomp on electrical cords and she's totally fascinated by electric outlets and dog bowl contents. She likes to bang on things and wants to get into the cabinet with all the pots and pans.

She's tall enough to pull things off the table and the stove now, and recently pulled a to go box of L&L BBQ macaroni salad down on her head. Sadly, no pictures.

And she talks to us in babble, telling us the CRAZIEST stories, and then pointing for emphasis.

At the end of her favorite book, Time For Sleep, she kisses the baby goodnight. How fucking cute is that?? It KILLS me dead every single time.

Her birthday is on August 27. I cannot believe it's already been a year!! Just 12 months ago I was a sweaty cupcake on stilts of a woman, and now I'm a mom of a toddler!

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yeah.

So, last night I took Beanie to a meeting at SRD, and then shot over to Safeway Alhambra for some dindin.

We literally got chased down by a 10 year old kid and his mom (because the kid wanted his mom to see the pretty baby, which was weird as shit), and the fish market guy forgot what I had asked him twice because he was flirting with my kid (who is a HUUUUUGE flirt), and some Latina Granny started making googoo eyes and kissing my beanie when I was getting corn out of the freezer. Beanie went along with it until she blessed her, crossed herself, and said "you grow up to be a good girl." Beanie looked like IF she was going to grow up, it was NOT because she was going to be nice.

Here here, Beanie. You will probably have to do a little kung fu on someone in the future. Until then, stay adorable. Apparently, mine is not the only life you make nicer just by being yourself.

It always throws me for a loop when strangers caress my kid. I think she's totally squeezable, and I know I have a hard time keeping from pinching cheeks and kissing foreheads left and right when my friends' kids come a-calling, but I can usually restrain myself. I think my kid is secretly daring new people to engage with her in semi-physical ways.

I'm gonna have to keep my eye on her forever, aren't I?

~Mummmumm.

La-la, La-la; La-la, La-la; El-mo's World....

...is stuck in my head.

It's a slight improvement over Puff The Magic Dragon; Puff was sung by everyone in my office yesterday because it got stuck in my head and I started humming it and boom, everyone was upset because THE EAR WORM GOT THEM TOO.

Elmo's world. Beanie's got an Elmo Phone. It's one of the least annoying noisemaking toys on the market, but still, it'll earworm you when you are least expecting it.

This weekend was soooooooo busy. Friday night, Amanda and I made 46 cupcakes. I promptly ate 6. Well, I shared a few. 40 were for the PF's 40th bday. I dressed up a covered wooden picnic area and got a keg to have a Pirate Fest. His last name is Marrrrrrrrgggghhh, after all. Fun times were had by all on Sunday. I don't know why I got the Pirate thing in my head. Probably because my daughter says "Arrrrggh" a lot, and PF likes pirates and Pirates of the Caribbean is one of my favorite rides, and pirates are just great in general. Except the Malay pirates. And the ones off the coast of Turkey. I'm thinking old-school west indies pirates, mainly. The mythologicized pirate of yore.

I got back to work sunburned and busy. I keep finding corrupted files from when I transfered a bunch of stuff from the laptop I used to use to the desktop I use now. I am missing pics of my bean, as well. I'm only discovering this now, since I'm not longer as busy and am working on other things again.

I'm feeling offended by a lot of stuff lately. I'm feeling annoyed by technology, by the fact that my baby cried for me piteously this morning and I had to go to work, by traffic, by my own bowels which are acting up again (I am thinking I just respond to stress with stomach problems), by the fact that I have bowel problems in the first place, by my cat's missing weiner (he had a urothrostomy (sp?) due to blockages that would have killed him in 36 hours if I hadn't taken the extreme measures I did; namely, unblocking him and buying a surgery to hopefully keep this from ever happening again in the future), by NPR who said my baby should not be watching any television (and they don't give me the caveat that fishing shows are probably okay), by my hair, by my burnt skin, by my coworkers who have no pity for people who lose their luggage on international transfers, by the music on the radio...The list goes on. I'm finding myself totally annoyed lately. Like I want to jump out of my sunburnt skin and zip away in the ether and leave it all behind. Not in a depressive way, but in a freedom sort of way. Is that depression???

How could I be depressed? I have this: