Thursday, January 31, 2008

Progress Report

Sofia is growing up. I know, big shocker right? But what I mean is everyday there's something new that she is doing or saying. Today she said "keys" when I was unlocking the front door. Well, first she said "dhiih" and then I said "keys?" But she repeated it right after me. Plus, I've been taking her to the kids area at the Gym and each day she gets more and more comfortable. Today when I came in to pick her up, she didn't even bat an eye, but just kepy on playing. Lastly, she's getting really good at cleaning up her clothes and toys. Ryan told her it was time for a bath and I guess she started to pick up her clothes and put them back in their drawers. What a smart girl!

Sunday, January 20, 2008



I will warn you, now that I've started school again, the posts will probably be few and far between. I will try, but no promises this time.


Alright, so I joined the gym this week, and I'm really excited to loe 30 lbs. I got the membership that allows for access to the Kid's Club, so my big plan is to go about 4 or 5 times a week, and 3 or 4 of those days I'm going to take Sofia to the Kid's Club for an hour. I figured it would be a piece of cake, but it was actually a lot harder than ot looked. I went on Wednesday for my first free personal training session. Sofia walked right into the kids area. It's an enclosed room with toys, televisions and video games, a cool slide/play fort thing, basically a lot of fun. Anyway, I went to my training session for a half hour and then decided to check on Sofia. When I peeked through the window, I saw her standing in a portable crib with another boy about her age, and both were crying. It just about broke my heart. So I went in and asked the girl why Sofia was in there and she told me that Sofia had been "really fussy." I don't know if it was the shock of seeing her penned in or the massive PMS, but it really bothered me. I stayed for maybe ten more minutes, but when I peeked through the window again and saw that she was still crying, I knew it was time to go. The rest of the day I was trying to convince myself that I was not a bad mother for taking her there. I had to rationalize that she would have to get used to that kind of situation one day and that it won't hurt her to be in a daycare situation a couple of hours a week. Right? I mean, I need the few hours alone just as much. I did go back the next day, and thing worked out a little better. Sofia walked right in again, which means she wasn't too traumatized. I did peek in after half an hour and the guy working the room was carrying her around (which made me feel better) and when I came to get her a half an hour later, the poor guy was sitting on a bench, still holding her. Oh well, at least she wasn't crying.


Speaking of crying, there has been a lot of that lately because Sofia is cutting more teeth. There's a molar that is already pooping through, and I think the one on the other side is getting ready to come through as well because that gum is awfully sore. Poor baby.


Anyway, as I promised, I now have pictures. Look back in the previous posts if you would like to see them, and I know you do!

No, this is not how Ryan normally styles his hair. The lady at the salon broke out the flat iron and hairspray and Ryan didn't have the heart to tell her that he didn't normally wear it this way.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

New Word

Sofia has a new word: cheese. It is the cutest thing I have ever heard. What can I say, she loves cheese. As soon as she sees the package she starts saying, "Cheese! Cheese?" I love it.

Friday, January 4, 2008

New Year




Okay, so yesterday I took fifteen minutes to write a nice blog about New Year's Eve, but it didn't post. So, I don't feel like repeating myself. Let me just say it was a lot of fun, there was some champaigne and staying up late, and we were tired the next day. At least Ryan and I went somewhere this year, albeit we did have to take Sofia. But it was fun and thank you Russ and Vanessa for having us over.

Anyway, I don't know if it's the cold weather, the snow, or after-holiday blues but I feel like a total grouch lately. I think Sofia and I have cabin fever. I mean, how sad is it that I look forward to work (actually, I really like my job) just so I can get out of the house? Lately I've been wishing I was working full-time. I'm one of those weirdos who likes to work. Don't get me wrong, I've really enjoyed staying home with Sofia for the past 16 months (well, enjoyed some moments more than others), but I'm really starting to get bored. I don't like that I sit on the couch practically all day, and there are only so many ways to play with a 15-month-old. It's too cold to go to the Zoo or the park and I just can't seem to get motivated to go to the mall...too much of that in December. As much as I like snow, I really hope this winter will be mild so that I can take Sofia outside. (I write this as I look out the window at the 4 inches of snow.) If you don't hear from me, it's because I've decided to hibernate for the winter.