January 29, 2013
If you need a laugh....
I stumbled upon this blog post on Scary Mommy the other day and haven't laughed this hard in a long time. I read it to Mike and more than once he interrupted me saying - that was so you. For all of my currently pregnant friends or soon to be pregnant friends - this is a must read. For all of my mommy friends - you'll die laughing.
January 28, 2013
Tickle Monster
Lily is extremely ticklish under her chin. One little swip over her neck will send her into a fit of giggles. That is of course until she decides she's had enough of our games and crawls away. This past weekend when I stopped tickling her she reached up and started scratching at my neck trying to tickle me. When I threw my head back and laughed she squealed and went after me again. It's so fun to watch her learn!
January 26, 2013
Our snow angel
The sun came out today and the temp actually got above 10 degrees! So we bundled up Lily and took her outside for her first romp in the snow.
January 24, 2013
Absolute Trainwrecks
The last week and a half of our lives has been an absolute trainwreck. This post could easily turn into a record breaking long entry so I'll summarize for you:
- Mike and I have both been crazy busy at work.
- Lily woke up with pink eye last Wednesday.
- Mike didn't believe me and wanted to take her to day care. I bet him a dirty diaper she had it and off we went to the doctor who confirmed.
- Mike and I flipped a coin to see who got to stay home from work and ended up both losing after the doctor visit turned into an all day affair. We both stayed home.
- Grandma came to the rescue and took Lily Thursday and Friday. Mike and I enjoyed a nice dinner by ourselves.
- Mike and I threw a diaper party for friends of ours who are expecting their first baby close to Lily's first birthday.
- Mike and baby daddy both had too much to drink. Mike earned himself baby duty for the next five weekends.
- Lily said "dog" and then proceeded to smack Diesel on the head.
- Lily said "dog" and then grabbed a hold of Diesel's fur and wouldn't let go.
- Lily feeds the dog on purpose and giggles when you scold her.
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| I'm crazy!
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| Stop working and play with me! |
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| Waiting for mom to turn around so I can sneak Diesel something |
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| In my party dress |
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| I'm not going after the dog's food bowl....I promise |
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| Please just let me in there! I'll stay out of the dog's food! |
January 14, 2013
The Secret Life of a Mom in Public Accounting
It's no secret - CPAs practicing in a public accounting firm work a lot of hours. I've seen those 80 hour weeks and have been sitting in my cube at 2:00am wondering why I chose this profession. Sometimes it's just not that pretty.
We "planned" our pregnancy to ensure a due date post 4/15 - not lying. So when Lily decided to waltz into our lives over a month early, my first thought was this isn't happening the week before 3/15! It should have been more along the lines of what kind of health risks are we facing????
Before Lily was born I knew I wanted to keep working. I'm not the kind of person who could stay home by myself all day - unless of course Lily still went to daycare everyday. When I returned to work after my four months of maternity leave I was more than ready. Lily wasn't an easy baby and there were moments I strongly considered returning from leave early. Now that she's in such a fun stage of her life I wish I had that time back but there's no way you could pay me to stay home with her day in and day out. Even so, I knew something would have to change.
Leaving the office by 5:00pm in July was one thing - doing it February-April was going to be another. Even in the "off-season" by the time I picked Lily up from daycare, I was still only seeing her for an hour before she went to bed. There was no way I was going to not see her at all for three months. My choices were cut back on my hours, find a new job, or stay home. After considering staying home for about 30 seconds, Mike and I decided I would go clinically insane and that unfortunately there was no way my personality was going to fit into any mommy play groups. And a new job? One where I probably had to arrive at 8:00am and was chained to my desk until 5:00pm? Yeah. There are just way too many days I can't even get out of bed until 8:00 and way too many days I like to visit Target on my lunch hour.
So it was clear I'd need to cut back on my hours. As my sixth busy season is quickly approaching, I'm jumping in feet first at a 90% flex schedule. What does that mean? 90% of the stress? Probably more like 90% of the hours and 110% of the stress. But the most important thing it means - I'll be putting Lily to bed every night. And I'll be spending 100% of my weekends with her. I'm grateful I'm in a position at a company that will allow me to do this.
I know it won't be easy. It's day 14 of this new venture and I've already worked almost every evening and made an attempt at booting up my computer on a Saturday. I'm thankful I have an understanding husband who does the dishes, vacuums the living room, and attempts to the fold the laundry. I'm also thankful I have a husband who reminds me sometimes enough is enough and plops Lily down in front of my laptop. It's not easy balancing work and life but here's to trying.
We "planned" our pregnancy to ensure a due date post 4/15 - not lying. So when Lily decided to waltz into our lives over a month early, my first thought was this isn't happening the week before 3/15! It should have been more along the lines of what kind of health risks are we facing????
Before Lily was born I knew I wanted to keep working. I'm not the kind of person who could stay home by myself all day - unless of course Lily still went to daycare everyday. When I returned to work after my four months of maternity leave I was more than ready. Lily wasn't an easy baby and there were moments I strongly considered returning from leave early. Now that she's in such a fun stage of her life I wish I had that time back but there's no way you could pay me to stay home with her day in and day out. Even so, I knew something would have to change.
Leaving the office by 5:00pm in July was one thing - doing it February-April was going to be another. Even in the "off-season" by the time I picked Lily up from daycare, I was still only seeing her for an hour before she went to bed. There was no way I was going to not see her at all for three months. My choices were cut back on my hours, find a new job, or stay home. After considering staying home for about 30 seconds, Mike and I decided I would go clinically insane and that unfortunately there was no way my personality was going to fit into any mommy play groups. And a new job? One where I probably had to arrive at 8:00am and was chained to my desk until 5:00pm? Yeah. There are just way too many days I can't even get out of bed until 8:00 and way too many days I like to visit Target on my lunch hour.
So it was clear I'd need to cut back on my hours. As my sixth busy season is quickly approaching, I'm jumping in feet first at a 90% flex schedule. What does that mean? 90% of the stress? Probably more like 90% of the hours and 110% of the stress. But the most important thing it means - I'll be putting Lily to bed every night. And I'll be spending 100% of my weekends with her. I'm grateful I'm in a position at a company that will allow me to do this.
I know it won't be easy. It's day 14 of this new venture and I've already worked almost every evening and made an attempt at booting up my computer on a Saturday. I'm thankful I have an understanding husband who does the dishes, vacuums the living room, and attempts to the fold the laundry. I'm also thankful I have a husband who reminds me sometimes enough is enough and plops Lily down in front of my laptop. It's not easy balancing work and life but here's to trying.
January 7, 2013
Happy Monday!
This morning when my alarm went off - I got out of bed. There was no hitting the snooze button, I literally just got out of bed. Mike will tell you this NEVER EVER happens - I snooze for at least 30 minutes every morning. Surely you see this as a sign I started Monday off on the right foot. It's my week for daycare dropoff - we alternate weeks (I dropoff, Mike picks up/Mike drops off, I pick up - you get the picture). Most days when I have AM duty I snooze until Lily starts screaming, roll out of bed and run around the house like a crazy lady to get myself, Lily, and the dog taken care of for the day. Today however, I got ready without rushing, had to actually wake Lily up, and was walking out the door at promptly 7:20am.
As I was walking through the garage to put Lily in her car seat - I heard that distinct noise - watched her scrunch up her face - and then that unwanted smell reached my nose. She was messing her diaper. I stood there for a minute with Lily in my arms and her bag of bottles, my purse, my computer bag, my snack bag, container of cupcakes to celebrate my BDO anniversary and other random bag of junk thrown over both shoulders and thought - do I just put her in her car seat and let day care deal with it? I mean - nominations for mother of the year have come and gone and I clearly am not winning the title. I realized I wouldn't be able to stand the smell for the two minute drive to daycare and that my car would probably still reek when I left work in the evening so I turned around and bee lined it back into the house dropping all five of my bags in the laundry room. Do you see where this is going?
Turns out Lily hadn't only messed her diaper but in fact had a massive explosion requiring a whole new wardrobe. (Your welcome daycare). So I started running around the house like a mad woman finding Lily new clothes, spraying her soiled one and throwing it in the wash, throwing her coat and hat back on and loading myself back up like a pack mule. I backed out of the driveway at 7:40 and made it into work a little after 8. Riding up in the elevator with my co-worker we joked about how Monday always seemed to be the endless bag of junk days and that's when I realized I'd forgotten my "random bag of junk" which contained my welcome gifts for my assigned new hires. FAIL. Proceeding with the morning I realized my wallet was in the diaper bag which was not in my possession and I was scheduled to take interns out to lunch. FAIL. So what's the moral of this story? I'm snoozing every morning.
As I was walking through the garage to put Lily in her car seat - I heard that distinct noise - watched her scrunch up her face - and then that unwanted smell reached my nose. She was messing her diaper. I stood there for a minute with Lily in my arms and her bag of bottles, my purse, my computer bag, my snack bag, container of cupcakes to celebrate my BDO anniversary and other random bag of junk thrown over both shoulders and thought - do I just put her in her car seat and let day care deal with it? I mean - nominations for mother of the year have come and gone and I clearly am not winning the title. I realized I wouldn't be able to stand the smell for the two minute drive to daycare and that my car would probably still reek when I left work in the evening so I turned around and bee lined it back into the house dropping all five of my bags in the laundry room. Do you see where this is going?
Turns out Lily hadn't only messed her diaper but in fact had a massive explosion requiring a whole new wardrobe. (Your welcome daycare). So I started running around the house like a mad woman finding Lily new clothes, spraying her soiled one and throwing it in the wash, throwing her coat and hat back on and loading myself back up like a pack mule. I backed out of the driveway at 7:40 and made it into work a little after 8. Riding up in the elevator with my co-worker we joked about how Monday always seemed to be the endless bag of junk days and that's when I realized I'd forgotten my "random bag of junk" which contained my welcome gifts for my assigned new hires. FAIL. Proceeding with the morning I realized my wallet was in the diaper bag which was not in my possession and I was scheduled to take interns out to lunch. FAIL. So what's the moral of this story? I'm snoozing every morning.
January 4, 2013
Nine Month Checkup
I took Lily in for her 9 month checkup today even though she's only about a week away from hitting 10 months! She weighed almost 17 pounds and was 29 inches tall. This puts her in the 10th percentile for weight and 75th percentile for height. After correcting out for her preemie-ness it still puts her in the 10th percentile for weight and 90th percentile for height. Her doctor asked if she was eating ok and after we discussed that she was taking 4-5 8.5 ounce bottles and eating 3 solid meals a day we decided she was a pig and she was going to be tall and skinny. Other than that, she is cleared up from her illness last week and doing well developmentally. She'll be back for more vaccines in April!
January 3, 2013
Just another day
I was home from work for less than an hour tonight and (1) Diesel puked on the dining room carpet and (2) Lily pooped in the tub. And where was my husband? Stuck at work. Just another day at the Hoy House.