A great Monday?

Today was a great day for a Monday. I am not the sort of person who likes Mondays (I can feel you all nodding at your screens right now if you know me well). Mondays mean the start of a new week, and while that should be a good thing, it also symbolizes the END of the weekend. Weekends are heaven. I usually get to sleep in because Viv hangs out with her dad (they're both crazy morning people whatever!). I also get to hang out with Mitch and have adult conversations and stuff, it's great! (BTW - I saw Avatar, AMAZING. Wow.) So, Monday comes and it's back to flying solo. But Viv and I just hung out together all day like buddies. She is getting so alert and interactive. She LOVED our time at the library, singing and dancing with all the other babies and moms, rolling all over the place like a little showoff! She finds the Mission Library extremely funny. Laughing is her thing right now. We even made a bunch of friends, can you believe it!

Okay, all kidding aside, she makes my days better. Even though I had to DRAG myself out of bed this morning while Mitch showered and got ready with Vivienne and I think I said maybe three things to Mitch before he left for work and they were mumbled something like this, "COFFEE?, Viv had her medicine?, she pooped? No?! Great...bye..." my point is that I found myself thinking what a great day it was becoming. Seriously, WHO AM I? Anyway, I really enjoyed my little toots today. Library, burritos, a little shopping, good little napper, what else is there? I want to relish all these days before I go back to work and life gets more hectic.

Happy Monday everyone.

HAHAHAHAHA!

Sammy

Look CLOSELY. Do you see it? That little cutie on the left? That's Sam, our first child, and the most high maintenance cat IN THE WORLD. He is involved in EVERYTHING, always has been. Viv is no exception. We think he may be part dog. Yes, this is the same cat that howls like a dying hyena at night. He has to be involved in everything that goes on here in the Weathers house, or else! He also LOVES water. I mean as soon as we drain the tub he jumps down in it to lick up the water. Excuse my language but, WTF?! What cat loves water? Sam is always GLUED to Mitch whenever he is engaged in any project around the house (see, dog behavior). Sam adores Mitch. And he is becoming more and more interested in Vivienne, as she is in him. They stare at each other a lot now, as they are doing in this photo. I'm sure they are going to be great buddies. Although he is a MAJOR pain in our backsides most of the time, we couldn't live without him. Oh Sammy, you totally enrich our lives! You and your little chubby face and stumpy legs!

Spa a la Weathers

So glad Viv loves her baths. She gets a little TOO comfortable sometimes and a little "something" slips out. Oops! We charge her extra when that happens.

Vivienne James

It seems like overnight she went from being my "little alien" to a human being with an aspiring personality. And she's only going to get older? These are the thoughts that keep me awake in the middle of the night now (as opposed to what I should wear to work the next day, or how dirty my house is, or OMG I seriously need my hair done, or my growing TO DO list -- okay, this stuff still runs through my head only now it's more like -- how can I deal with sending Viv to daycare?, OMG how can I get dressed for work if NOTHING fits me right anymore??, and yes my house is perpetually dirty, and who cares about my hair now because I barely have time to do it anyway). I'm digressing.

"You see, all of those cheesy things that people say it is, (the "it" being the act of having a baby), they are all true. Whatever cheesy thing you can think of to say about how a baby will change your life in unimaginably beautiful ways, whatever that thing may be, IT'S TRUE. IT'S ALL OF THOSE THINGS!" This is a statement I have been known to make lately to people and I'm sure it drives them crazy. It makes me crazy and I'm the one saying it! It's just the sort of thing I would have thought was so ridiculously cheesy before I had a baby. I don't know that I'm saying it, really I don't! It's the only way I know how to express how Vivienne has changed me. I'll just be chatting along with a friend and we'll be talking about how sleep deprived we are, or how we can't just veg out when we want to anymore, or how EVERY minute of EVERY day is taken up now by some tiny person who can't even talk. And then it happens! I start thinking of her little face and start to get all flustered and out it will fly like vomit -- THAT STATEMENT! And to top it off I'll have some lame grin on my face as I'm staring off in the distance.

Here's the problem: I can't even find the right words that would describe how I feel about Vivienne or what my life is like now. There are just not any words in the English language that can do it justice or articulate how I feel. It's like I can always feel my heart beating on the outside of my body. Or it's like for no reason at all I will get chills up and down my body thinking about her. Maybe it's like when you're on a roller coaster, and you are almost to the top. Right before the part where you go free falling downward so fast that your heart is in your head. Right before that moment, you know that butterfly feeling you get in the pit of your stomach? It's like that ALL THE TIME. You see, this is why I end up just spouting some super vague blanket statement about cheese!

Messing with me

This is what I get when I leave my Flip video camera laying around. I am sharing with the internet what Mitch is up to when I'm not looking. When I went to upload my videos today I got a nice little surprise. Thanks Mitch! YOU ARE SO SEXY...

Humanity

"Haiti, you are not forsaken."

A little surfing in the afternoon

I wasn't lying when i mentioned that Vivienne's favorite activity lately is surfing the internet on our laps. I'm not sure if I should be putting it out there that we do this a lot. Oh well, guilty!

What can I say

The baby wants her some BEER!

Excuse me for interrupting

On Sunday morning I thought I would document how Vivienne is so into the computer. Honestly, ANY time we have our phones or our computers out (which let's face it, is all the time) Viv becomes obsessed. She wants to grab it, wants to stare at it, and I think she thinks that it ALWAYS has this baby on it somewhere (which it does). It's like a personal Vivienne mirror with all the pictures she sees of herself. But this morning was so funny because I kept trying to get their attention. Mitch was chatting away with someone and Vivi would NOT look up at me. I was doing this song and dance and I'm sure looking like a total idiot. FINALLY, they both looked up, and I'm telling you, IF LOOKS COULD KILL. It was like, "excuse us woman, you are INTERRUPTING US!!"

4 month portraits

my big girl

this modeling thing is so tiring

Vivienne doesn't even need the pillow prop anymore. I couldn't resist putting her in a big girl outfit and trying to recreate an Olan Mills moment. She is growing so fast, it's amazing. She's such a good sport and goes along with all my picture taking. Thanks Viv!

Yin and Yang

4 months

The doctors office is one of Vivienne's favorite places. I have NO idea why, but she loves everyone there and they just eat her up. Laying naked on the table, waiting for the doc, is fun to her. Soak it up Viv, cause that will NOT last!

Stats:
18 lbs, 2.6 oz.
25 1/4 in. long
head = big
laughing a lot now, super happy and social
on the growth chart, she is on track for a 10 month old
so far so good!

What a day

I wear my sunglasses at night..

Today has been one of those days where my patience with people has run thin. It's not their fault. They don't realize that they are the fifty millionth person to tell me how ENORMOUS my baby is. I mean, they must just think it's the first time I've ever heard that. I'll give them the benefit of the doubt.

Viv and I were at the mall today buying a little birthday treat for Auntie Andilene when two employees (at an unnamed store) started to coo over my baby. I'm not gonna lie, I love it when people start to gush over her. It's like my whole body goes into "I know isn't she TO DIE FOR!" mode. I'm not the only one who loves it. Vivienne turns into a HAM when people start talking to her in a sing-songy voice, I mean seriously, she lights up and just starts thrashing and smiling in my arms, I can hardly hold her. It's TO DIE FOR. Anyway, not a moment later after the "she's so adorable" comments came the inevitable question, "How old is she?" So I smile and say 4 months, and that is when people literally have a heart attack right there in front of me and follow it up with several comments on how she is the biggest 4 month old they have EVER seen, or that their niece or nephew or step-son or someone related to them whoever, is smaller than that and they are almost a year old! OMG!

She's really not that big. Ok, maybe she's pushing twenty pounds and she wears 6-12 month clothing, so what! I don't usually care about these comments, in fact I typically agree and think it's funny. It's just today for some reason it got under my skin. I was being sensitive, I get it! People don't mean it the way they say it of course! I need to be more mature about these things. Try carrying her around in the middle of the night with one arm, using the other to plug her mouth with a pacifier. I bet my arms are WAY more toned than yours, ha!

Nothing like catching up on a great read

2010, the year of sleep

Ever since our Christmas escapades, Vivienne has been sleeping through the night. She goes down at 6pm and gets up at 2am for a quick feed. Sometimes up again at 5, sometimes she sleeps all the way through period! That's 8 hours! I don't say this to brag and make all the new parents who are still existing in 3 hour increments send me hate mail, I just can't help but be proud of it. It's luck, I know, but I'll take it. I am fully aware that by typing this statement Vivienne will now never EVER sleep through the night again (isn't that how it works?). But oh well, internet, I'm chancing it. Go Viv! Go 2010!

Taking a break

Mr. Whoozit and Sophie giraffe is where it's at

To the world's best husband...

Mitch and Viv at LaBootylangerie (horrible french cafe near Kaiser)

Here's the thing. I know I'm difficult to live with sometimes. I mean, most of the time I'm perfect; but there are those times, namely like today, when someone should get a medal just for riding in the same car with me. I have headaches/eye pain/neck pain. HA! I am a pain in the neck (pun intended). Anyway, I'm not going to go into the 3 year long issue of my different pains, but I am going to say that on this particular day, the first day of the new year, it has been quite difficult in that arena. And I have a partner that steps in 100 percent, calls doctors for me, lets me cry on his shoulder, cares for our daughter so I can rest, is there for me so many more times than I can even write about or count. I know he wouldn't want a medal for any of this (and I don't have one for him) but I just felt like putting it out there in cyberspace how lucky I am to have him. Mitch, I love you.

The sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces

Vivienne should take note that when she looks at me like this, there is nothing in the world I wouldn't give her or say yes to. I'm in for it.