This pic is from a post Tony made about a year ago. It is a mash-up of two of our (his and my own) baby pics. I think it actually resembles Ali pretty well. Kinda well? I dunno, you can’t stare at it too long…but check the post out and weigh in on who she’s lookin’ more like this month.

Tomorrow morning we’re headed to Portland from Trista’s graduation. Drop us a line if you will be out and about and want to get together. We added an extra day to hopefully fit in some more seeing of people.

The subject is talking about this video:

Today Tony not only let me sleep in (until nearly ten!) but brought me breakfast in bed! Though I got up and ate downstairs with Ali. Then we went to Tillamook to see some of these garage sales. It’d been raining earlier but had stopped, though the weather was far from nice. Cloudy, cold, and breezy. Most of the sales were canceled.

So we went to the library and there were two kids there. A little girl a few months older than Ali and her older brother, about three. Omg, Ali was SO CUTE. She loved every minute of playing with these kids. Especially Clark, the older boy. He obviously knew how to entertain his little sister! In the fall they’re going to start back up with toddler story time (16 months and up I think) and Ali will BE A TODDLER. Ok, scary thought, but that is very exciting. She/we can meet other kids. So necessary.

After stopping at the store (after lunch at McDonalds…someone was loving chicken nuggets) we came home and it was partly sunny. It’s very sad how exciting partly sunny is this June.We went for a walk and played at the park and a little "basketball" and then stopped in this new gallery-type shop and talked to the owner for a little bit.

Then, came home and hung out and I made dinner (chicken curry cinnamon stir-fry stuff) and Ali had a bath and went to bed. Last night she was until until past ten! So glad that doesn’t appear to be a trend.

There are a couple videos I’ve been meaning to upload but haven’t gotten around to, but this one has yet to be posted. It’s from about a week ago, just Ali messing around during lunchtime. Kind of a spoiler…in the middle of it she chokes, which any mother knows is totally routine and you know they’re most likely okay but there’s still that moment of panic. And, yeah…it’s on tape:

Edit: I thought this video didn’t have sound so I just re-uploaded it only to find out it’s only really quiet. So turn your volume up. Also, because now I have this too, this video is from the same day, just before lunch. She was being such a chatterbox.

Re-edit: I just realized Tony had his headphones plugged in. Leave your volume alone!

Months that is. Today. My baby is basically one year old. I cannot believe a year has gone by already. Or, eleven-twelfths of it. Gah.

Yesterday the weather was nice when we woke up. Ali had a blowout, like, first thing so she came out of her bedroom in the morning dressed (usually it’s potty time, some play, breakfast, THEN get dressed). Tony had conference calls from 8am to noon so I decided to go out for a walk and enjoy the sun while it lasted. Good decision as it was long gone by about noon. Luckily we got out three times. Once, Ali and I went to the beach [beforementioned]. Then, we went to get the mail after 10am. While walking back we met Tony who’s 10am had been a no-show. We went to the bank and stopped in to the doctor’s to inquire about a prescription refill and schedule Ali’s one year well check(!). We got home about 10:40 and….the internet went down. Which Tony needed for his appointment in twenty minutes. Then I noticed my cell was "searching for service." So was his. Frustrated, Tony picked up the landline to call Embarq about the internet. And it TOO was down. Kind of creepy.

Eventually we walked back to the bank (had to deposit $2) and found out a fiber optic line had been hit. About now is when the sun went away. Our ability to communicate with the outside world wasn’t restored until after 4pm. Last night I spent awhile searching for a story to link this to and…NOTHING. We are apparently not newsworthy at all. It’s so weird not being in the hub-bub, you quickly realize just how self-absorbed metropolitan areas are.

And now, Ali yesterday morning:

Zoned out on Sesame Street.

Since we spent two weeks away from home (we returned at the beginning of April) I have spent all but three nights sleeping on the trundle in Ali’s room. With Ali. The first time we reverted back to our old way was the night of Mother’s Day when Ali was really sick. And then the two nights Billie was here a few weeks ago. Two nights in a row Tony slept on the regular (non-trundle) bed with us, but not last night. He was feeling left out so I told him he was welcome anytime.

On one hand, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

On the other…because of the alcove-ness of the trundle with the dresser pulled up next to it the bed is PERFECT for [all]night breastfeeding. The pillows works just right, and the bed is low enough to the floor that I don’t have to worry about Ali falling. If I remember to close the door when I come in (usually between eleven and twelve-thirty) then she can even crawl out in the morning and do whatever while I drift. So, it actually works quite well. And yet, I feel as if this is somehow taking steps backward? I don’t know. Like everything else, there are always pros and cons.

The biting was much, much better today. Thanks for all the advice thus far and do keep it coming! We read in What To Expect the First Year to just say no, calmly and take her off, look her in the face and say it hurts mommy, etc. I usually give her one chance and then take her off on the second time. She nurses without incident a few times today and got "removed" probably three times. Which is easier said than done because then she hangs around me all whiny wanting to be held and if I hold her she digs her face into my chest of lifts up/pulls down my shirt. Ah, the joys of breastfeeding an older baby! Anyway, it’s progress and I am VERY pleased with that.

We really don’t have formula in the budget…

Quickly… one from Lumberman’s Park yesterday, as we were out enjoying the sunny afternoon.

And a couple from today featuring Ali’s adorable laugh:

Ali is starting to have a big biting problem. And it’s when she nurses. So that means it’s really MY big biting problem. except for maybe once today the boob has been put away every time because she is biting. And not once. I give her a bunch of tries. She usually starts but just kind of biting down and then I say NO, and/or grab her arm or something and she’ll usually let go. And then it’s suck, suck, bite, suck, sick, bite. Each time getting harder. It’s as the point where she seems to think it’s some kind of game? She smiles and nearly giggles when I kind-of-but-not-really yell. I’ll even smack her on the butt or lightly on the cheek and she doesn’t care. Eventually she’ll CLAMP down and then I YELL and/or hit to get her to just let go. And the boob goes away.

The afternoon when we were leaving the park I went to nurse her (b/c she barely ate any lunch or breakfast) she did the same thing and then got my arm instead. Bit me so hard there are still red, raised areas in the shape of her teeth. SO GLAD it was my arm!!!

I thought before bed she would leave it be, but nope. sucked just enough to get my milk to let down and then I had to get her off. Meanwhile I was squirting all over both of us after nearly a whole day without nursing (I hadn’t pumped since we got back from our two weeks away at the beginning of April! But got about 3oz. after I left her screaming in bed).

I don’t know what to do. In the moment all I want is to get her off. And it makes me so nervous and jumpy even when she’s being good. talk about taking the joy right out of the experience. I may have to track down one of my old nipple shields but who knows if she’d even  take it and I REALLY don’t want to have to deal with those again. It’s so frustrating. I’m even wondering if this is some sort of self-weaning?

Anyone have any advice?

First, the odds and ends.

• Happy Birthday to my mom! And for the birthdays that slipped through my fingers…to my dad on the 6th of this month and my baby sister Alyssa on the 25th of April.  Happy [belated] Birthday to you two as well.
• Another product of our recent indoor time has been a marked increase in baking around here. Which has both an upside and a downside. I’m sure you can imagine.
• Last night was BEAUTIFUL and today became gorgeous around lunchtime.

Today. We were all sleeping in Ali’s room (as has become the norm? more on that to come) when we were awoken by a huge thud or whatever from next door. Ali slept on and I drifted for awhile too. I thought it was late as we’ve been getting up about 8:30-9:00. I opened my eyes eventually and Tony was awake too and we talked for a bit and then he got up. He handed me my phone and I checked my email and then the time. 8:00 exactly. The time in which noisemaking is allowed to START.

I tried to get up to pee but Ali woke up. Baby is finally fever free today! Now if only her crusty nose would dissipate as well.

An hour or so later I called the city hall and said I didn’t know who to talk to but I wanted to make a complaint about the early noise. She took it and said they’d send the POLICE down to talk to them. Later, when we were coming back from getting our mail (about 10:30am) when turned the corner just as the police chief was finishing up talking to Rodney. Can we say awkward?!?

Okay, now back to last night. Last night I met….the OWNER of the atrocity next door. His name is Mike. We were out grilling (well, Tony was and Ali and I were playing with toys in her [empty] kiddie pool in the driveway) and he walked over and introduced himself. Which was very nice and it was a polite conversation but…and I have to say it, SO self-centered! Maybe it comes with the business? He mentioned owning a number of properties, ones he does own or did own or whatever. And I’m sure I sound very self-centered but that’s because this is MY blog. IRL (in real life) I was cordial, if not a little cold, asking questions and making observations etc. Things he included in the conversation:

1. What a nice building it is going to be.
2. What a nice view of the ocean he thinks it will have.
3. How excited he is.
4. How QUIET it is here.
5. How many hoops the city put him through to build the thing.
6. That he showed my parents the plans for this place years ago.

Things that were NOT included:

1. ANY acknowledgment  of the effect his duplex may have of us (not even after I said it was noisy or that the builders were "definitely hard workers.")
2. ANY apology (I know, covered by #1 but still)
3. ANY gratitude(see above)
4. The fact that in the sixteen years he’s owned this precious land he oftentimes didn’t bother to care for it…also to the detriment of neighbors and the city as a whole.

Are we seeing a theme here? We did glean some info as to the structure itself: it’s stopping at two stories (the bottom one large enough for a garage that will house his boat and vaulted ceilings on the top), the roof will be flat and not have access; and about it’s usage: he will be keeping the unit closest to our house (though not full time I don’t think?) and renting the north one out to weekenders and such. I’m glad both won’t be rented.

Also today we decided to go have a picnic lunch at a park in Garibaldi.

And Ali tonight after scarfing a strawberry popsicle…

This sickness that is. Ali got warm last night. I didn’t take her temp but gave her meds when she woke up about midnight. Yesterday, as a whole, was quite odd. She/we slept in until 8:30-9am, then she took a long nap (hour to and hour and a half) until noon. Then another nap just after four-thirty…until almost six! I expected her to be up until nine at least but she fell asleep on me at eight. Definitely a sign of something not quite right. This morning she was warm again and temp was 103.2 under the arm. So, 104.2!

When Tony had this he was on-and-off sick for what seemed like EVER. Probably two to three weeks. I sure hope this is the final round. Also, the worst part about so many sick days (coupled with the less-than-stellar weather) is SO much indoor time. I think the last week or so has been spent mainly in the house, venturing out only a handful of times. Stir-crazy is one thing, but the construction is making us (or at least Tony and I) very aware of some violent tendencies. There is a constant urge to punch or throw something and anger/rage boiling very close to the surface. We need a vay-cay from our own home!

I have not been blogging. As you may have noticed. For a variety of reasons.

• I am currently spending way to much time READING a blog. I’m consumed.
• Ali is sick again. On the mend I think but that runny nose was struggling her real bad for awhile. She even had her first throw up a couple nights ago. Though it could have been a glorified spit up? I think it was because I had her sleeping kind of upright to drain some of the nasties and she coughed and coughed and then barfed warm stuff all over me. Whatever…I was glad to was at least out of her little airway!
• I also think she’s teething again. Or still maybe. She been biting me a lot. And the coffee table.
• I cannot handle the still wintery weather now that it is almost JUNE. It is NOT FAIR that we have had, like, no spring. NW winters are dark, dreary, and tolling enough. Lasting almost two months- or more!- longer than they should is driving me batty.
• I get headaches everyday. I blame the CONSTANT INCESSANT MIND NUMBING banging and sawing and whatever the f&^$ else next door.
• Also I have been kind of sick since mother’s day. But off and on. And kind of, which is the worst b/c it’s always there but never a high enough priority to receive enough attention to be remedied. And I keep forgetting to buy 7-up for my upset stomach.
• I got my hair trimmed on Monday. It needed it so, so, bad and I think I finally found someone I would gladly return to. That hasn’t happened in years and years and it always makes needing a haircut stressful and a big event if you don’t know where to go.
• Ali is getting too big. I’ve basically began referring to her as a one-year-old in my head so I can get used to the idea that she’s not a baby anymore.
• We’ve been working on standing but now she refuses and makes her legs go limp. So stubborn! But I’m okay with that, Her timing is alright, plus I’m just NOT READY for a walker.
• Some pics that never got posted:

• Ok, I’m off to make the most of the grey and dreary day. Or at least the naptime that Ali has blessed me with!

For your Sunday evening viewing pleasure, a video showcasing some of Ali’s new dance moves and musical skills. That little train music plays all day long around here, so I won’t be surprised but also won’t feel bad if it annoys you in just over a minute of video. Trista, she’s almost ready to come to our next dance party.

And as a bonus track, here’s a quick game of peekaboo…