June 2006

A turkey

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Greta has now slept through the night for three nights in a row. All three mornings, I actually had to wake her up to feed her, and she looked at me like, “Aw ma, can I sleep for five more minutes?”

We had a very busy weekend this past weekend. Friday night, as I mentioned in a previous entry, we did a little babysitting. That was fun and much easier than I anticipated. (No, that doesn’t mean I plan on having another kid now.)

Random cute Pat/Greta pose (The slobber is Greta's, not Pat's)

Saturday, Pat went over to his aunt and uncle’s house to help them with some flooring. (Yes, I find it surprisingly fantastic that Pat is a handy man now – those of you who knew him three years ago probably know what I mean.) I called up Cimicata and asked if he wanted to join me for a trip to the market. He obliged and even brought me the biggest iced coffee known to man. Well, actually, it was the smallest size McDonald’s sells, but it was ridiculously huge (and tasty). We tooled around the market, and I got a huge palette of strawberries for $4 and some organic brown eggs. After we got back to patandfran.com headquarters, Cima and I had a nice breakfast made of our market purchases, and then I made some strawberry jam. Saturday evening, Pat and I went to Kirsten and Derek’s for a housewarming party. We saw some of my ex-coworkers there, and we ate some delicious food while everyone doted on Greta. After the party, Greta and I called it a night, and Pat and Dr. Erik T had a man-date. I know they must have had a lot of fun, because there were a decent amount of “empties” (which Pat was nice enough to rinse out and put away), and the doorknob to our bathroom was sitting on the sink. [Editor’s note: Ha, as I read that back to myself, I noticed that it sounds about 100 times sketchier than it actually was, I’m sure.]

Count Tubula with her Great-Aunt Marianne

Sunday during the day, we headed out to Syracuse to go to my cousin Renee’s graduation party. It had been a while since everyone had seen Greta, so everyone seemed pretty amazed by her size. It was pretty hot, and I think Greta was kind of tired, so she was slightly crabby. At the very end of the party, my dad got her to smile a few times, but that was about all she could muster in the heat. I can’t say I blame her. In the evening, we headed over to Christy and Mike’s to celebrate Mike’s birthday with the most delicious homemade chocolate cake (ever). That Christy is quite a baker.

This week, we’re just doin’ the same old thang. Tonight though, I’m meeting my ladies’s group (Amy and Melissa) for a beverage. We’re going to Javas for a coffee or tea or whatever. I think we’re trying to make a kind of regular thing out of it. Don’t worry; we won’t start wearing purple hats and red outfits just yet.


Two Fer Tuesday

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Greta slept through the night again. Oh my. [Trying to contain my excitement since I know she'll regress once she either teethes or goes through a growth spurt.]



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Greta slept through the night for the first time last night! That's right. I put her to bed at 10:30 and at 5:30, when I woke up, she was still asleep!

My only question is, why do I still feel so tired?


Oh my goodness

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I forgot the best part of this week! Greta finally figured out how to use her thumb, and we get to sleep quite a bit longer at night now. Two nights this week, we slept from about 10 pm until 4:30 am! That is a record for us, and the extra sleep is deeeeelightful.

So cute.


Back to basics

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Sorry for the lack of posts lately. It has been a strange/busy/bad/good week. I had good intentions of posting an update of last weekend, but it never happened. The weekend was notable though, so I would like to address it quick-and-dirty style.

  • We went to Jarrod and Erin’s wedding. It was great to see old RIT friends, and the chicken at the reception wins the “Best Chicken at a Reception” superlative in my book. Delish.
  • Father’s Day was fantastic. I think I had as much fun on Father’s Day as I did on Mother’s Day. I did some fun stuff for Pat (tasty beers, tasty coffee, and a couple framed photos and a “brag book” for Pat’s desk), Greta made one of those handprint things at day care, and we had dinner over at Pat’s grandparents. It was just such a great day.
  • Greta hit the three-month mark, which is sometimes called the “fourth trimester.” Baby books, pediatricians, and parents speak of this glorious milestone in hushed tones. It’s when most babies finally get things sorted out and become more productive members of society. Greta is quite a dove now.

Here's a picture of the Lugos.

So, back to this week. I was kind of in a funk toward the beginning of the week. Work had me down, and I was just feeling cruddy. Then, my lovely friend Amy invited me out for a margarita at Mex. (Actually, she’s been inviting me out for months—she’s so sweet and tenacious.) The last three months, other than quick trips to the grocery store and the mall/Target, or going to work, I had only gone out-out four times sans baby: once to dinner with Rebecca, once for coffee with Taryn, and twice to dinner with Pat. I, by no means, was trying to be a martyr, I swear. It’s just that Greta was so testy, I really knew I’d “pay for it” when I got back. Plus, I just wasn’t really feeling up to it. Anyway, Greta is an easy bean now, and I’m back in the saddle. Amy, our friend Melissa, and I went to Mex on Thursday night, and it was so fun. As a side note, I find it funny/awesome that my margarita was on the house. Yes, even though I hadn’t been there in a year, I'm still a V.I.P. as part of some kind of grandfather clause. Anyway, it was great to get out with the ladies, and we all want to make a semi-regular thing out of it. Woot!

I call this one "Porky Meets Monkey Toes."

Our friends Christy and Mike are the ones that were due a week after we were, but ended up having their baby way later than Greta was born. Anyhoo, we’re in a new program with them where we do the whole we’ll-watch-your-kid-sometimes-if-you-watch-our-kid-sometimes thing. We started last night by watching Colin while they went out. I have to admit, I was kind of nervous; I hadn’t babysat a boy since I was probably 16. Not surprisingly, nothing had changed! Colin was a little gentleman, and he was easy at pie to watch. After C&M’s date, they hung out with us while Greta watched Caddyshack and Colin slept in the baby swing. (Oh, Greta’s new thing is she likes to watch TV, just like her mommy. No joke. Not that Caddyshack isn't educational, but we plan to get some Baby Einstein DVDs from Netflix.) It was great to hang out with them, as always. I feel so fortunate that we have managed to keep a lot of our non-baby friends and also have some baby friends.

In other news, our house is a mess, I haven’t written a thank-you note in weeks (and we keep getting tons of stuff still), and there are weeds in our yard that are taller than me. I am not even exaggerating about that last part. Oh well.


2006-06-17 23:17:35

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Patty, happy first Father's Day!

Greta and I love you so much.


Blue elephant, you better check yo'self

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Happy 3 months, Greta!

Rant Friday

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I don’t mean to “out” anybody, but I’ve had some ridiculous conversations with childless men since Greta was born, and I just had to share them. These are all in fun, so please don’t feel bad if you’re one of the offenders.

These are actual conversations I had, to the best of my recollection, in chronological order.

Scene: Our living room. Greta is two weeks old.

Childless Male #1: Do you have to drink milk to make milk?

What Fran actually said: Um, no.

What Fran should have said: Yes, and to make chocolate milk, you have to drink chocolate milk. Oh, and by the way, don’t be dumb.

Scene: Our living room. Greta is three weeks old.

Childless Male #2: Does she have teeth yet?

What Fran actually said: Um, no.

What Fran should have said: That would make breast-feeding a lot less popular, huh? Oh, and by the way, don’t be dumb.

Scene: A friend’s house. Greta is just about to start day care.

Fran: I’m dreading putting Greta in day care. It’s going to be so hard to be away from her for that long every day.

Childless Male #3: It probably won’t be that hard.

What Fran actually said: Hmm, maybe not.

What Fran should have said: Why don’t you carry a child inside of you for 9 months, and then you push her out of your loins, and then spend 10 weeks straight with that newborn, who depends on you for every one of her base needs, never being away from her for more than a couple hours, and then you imagine what it might be like to be away from her for 9 hours a day. Then, you let me know how you feel about it. Oh, and by the way, don’t be dumb.

Scene: A friend’s house. Fran thinks she’s looking pretty good, by most rights.

Childless Male #2 (yup, same Childless Male #2 as above): You look haggard!

Fran: Uhh, thanks.

Childless Male #2: Seriously, you look really tired.

Fran: Hm, uh, seriously, thanks. People love hearing that they look tired.

Childless Male #2: You are tired right? Because you look really tired.

Fran: Keep talkin’.

What Fran should have said: Perhaps I do look tired and/or haggard, but that means I’m taking good care of my child, so suck it.

Scene: The chiropractor’s office.

Childless Male #4: How have things been since you’ve been back to work?

Fran: It’s really tough. There’s just not enough time in the day. It just amazes me how much time it takes to get a baby ready to be away from you for 9 hours a day.

Childless Male #4: Yes, it takes a lot of time. There is a lot to sit down and consider when you have a child.

Fran: Yeeeeah.

What Fran should have said: My time isn’t taken up by sitting down considering things. I’m washing bottles, feeding the baby, pumping, bathing the baby, getting the milk ready for the next day, getting lunches ready for the next day, getting the diaper bag packed, and picking out clothes for my child and me, oh, and trying to exercise (yeah right). There is really very little sitting involved. In fact, there have been nights I’ve even stood while eating dinner. Don’t be dumb!

Happy 13 weeks, Greta!


2006-06-16 04:31:44

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Where has the week gone??

2006-06-10 22:25:14

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Dear Greta,

I’m not going to lie to you. Week nine started horrendously. It was really more of the same: your evening crying jags were in full effect. I’m not even sure it could be called crying. It was really something much, much more intense. It didn’t help that your dad and I had already faced three weeks of this previously. We were just at our wits’ end. We had to start talking ourselves through it to keep our sanity. We would say things out loud like, “We know you can’t help it; you’re crying because your tummy hurts.” Then, you had this amazing transformation. You still had your fussy time in the evening, but it was nowhere near as intense. You became manageable baby! Thank God.

With this week’s transformation in your personality, you finally started to coo and smile. I feel like since you’re finally feeling better, you’re finally able to do those things. Before, you just felt too crappy to muster any happy noises or a smile. The first smile you gave me was so great, but I immediately questioned whether it was real or not. To answer my question, you shot me another wonderful smile!

Week 10 was such a great one for all of us. You became a crazy smiling machine. Seeing you smile is the most wonderful sight in the world. Your dad and I love it so much; we’ll do just about anything to get more smiles and coos out of you. You did a couple weird things this week that I am not quite sure about just yet. They may have been flukes, but they may have been deliberate. One thing you did was you took off your own hat. It happened one night while we were riding in the car. When the car ride was over, I went to take you out, and your hat was sitting neatly on your lap. Curious. The other thing you did was take out your pacifier with amazing dexterity (not just spitting it out our knocking it out), and then you gave your dad and me the biggest smile to date. You might be a super genius.

With this week, you developed your very own smell. I know that may sound strange, but it’s true. The first month or so, you smelled like baby. You know, that powdery smell that all babies have. Then, you started to just kind of smell like your dad and me. But just this week, you have this new, distinct smell. It’s weird, because it makes me realize that you really are this little human. I have always thought of you as this offshoot of your dad and me, but you really are your own person.

Week 11 was a very rough week. This was your first week of day care. Nothing could have prepared me for how hard that would be - emotionally or logistically. I was so close with you the previous 10 weeks, so not constantly having you with me (not to mention, having you with virtual strangers) was truly bizarre. I was fine when I’d think of you being at day care in general terms, but whenever I would actually picture you in that room, I would panic. I was so worried about you. It was a horrendous mix of feelings: I wanted to be with you so badly, but I also felt like I needed to get out and work. It was so hard sending you there every day, but you did seem legitimately happy when you’d come home, so we had to assume you didn’t mind being there too much. Plus, it seemed like our time together was filled with more quality time, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

With this week, you seemed to become more independent, which is good and bad. Now, when we put you to bed at night or in the middle of the night after a feeding, you are usually able to fall asleep on your own. Notice that I said "usually." When you’re not ready to go to bed, you definitely let us know...by bucking your legs. It’s actually kind of funny, because the whole bassinet gets rocking, but it’s also pretty frustrating when we are trying to sleep and you're not. We won’t hold it against you though. The downside of this newfound independence is that you don’t seem to want to be held nearly as much. Now, when I hold you, you almost seem like you’re pushing away from me. It makes me think you’re going to give us a run for our money once you start crawling and walking.

Week 12 was pretty good. We are all adjusting to the daytime situation of you being in day care and me being in work, and all of the things that go along with that. Your dad visits you at day care almost every day at lunch. I have been out a few times this week as well. I have a hard time coming to see you though, because once I’m there, I have a terrible time saying good-bye to you. I always intend to come out for a little bit, and then I’ll look at the clock and notice that an hour and a half has passed. Whoopsie. The best part about this week was hanging out with you in the evenings. Your dad and I spend a lot of time singing to you, which you absolutely love. Bath time has also become our favorite time of day. I love getting the “day care funk” off of you so I can kiss you all over with gay abandon, and you love being pampered – you seem to love everything about the bath. It’s the one time we all kind of relax.

With this week, you really seem super interested in interacting with us. We will stick our tongues out at you; you stick your tongue out at us. We stick our bottom lips out; you stick your bottom lip out. We chatter at you; you chatter back at us. And my favorite, by far: your dad sings a song where he puts his arms up and yells, “Yay!” After some coaxing, you will put your arms up and make this funny little roar. It absolutely blows my mind that you can do this.

You have made an amazing transformation over the last four weeks. You have matured so much, and it has made such a huge difference. I love that you’re becoming this fantastic little person, and not just a needy, crying newborn. At the same time, I have panicked a few times when I realize how quickly you’re growing up.

Finally, I wanted to address one thing with you. It has been so hard for me to have you in day care. I hope you know that we really think it’s the best thing for you. We know you’ll be exposed to so many great things there, and we think it will make you a better, stronger person. You’re probably sensing a theme in these letters so far, which is we want the best for you, but we have no idea what “the best” is exactly. Please know that we are trying so hard to do the right thing for you and we love you so, so, so much.