Multi-tasking.

Hold on, I’ve got to go start the dishwasher…

Ok, blog time. Lately I feel like I get -20 minutes per day to get anything done. That’s a negative 20. My math students aren’t so good with numbers sometimes, but even they know negatives are no good. When Baby Girl gets older, I would only assume that it may happen at most once a day – in between chasing her around the house and keeping her from electrocuting herself or, worse, putting a really important paper in her mouth.

Eat the bills, but please Lord, don’t let her eat my copy of Cosmo!

So, I’ve been trying to figure out some ways that I can get things done and keep her occupied. I’ve already had to cross off the obvious option, because the husband is trying desperately to finish our patio. Option 1: Hand her to the husband and go drink a Margarita.

But, the closer he is to finishing, the more likely that scenario becomes. It’s going to happen just like that, too. Except one little part… it’d be more like 3 margaritas.

Anyway, multi-tasking. I’ve been trying to figure out ways to do chores AND keep baby entertained. Keyword: Trying. Here’s what I’ve come up with:

  • Carry her: She’s so ginormous that the carrier we have seems a little daunting, but at least I’d get in a workout just by doing my chores. Right? She used to love them when she was teeny. She would snooze away while I did whatever I needed to do. Down side: She weighs a trillion pounds. Or 19ish. Either way, that’s a lot.
  • High chair: Plopping her in the high chair is a little more convenient for my core muscles. If only there was a way to super glue her toys to the thing. She already loves to drop her toys and have me pick them up. Repeatedly. She plays with something for 0.5 seconds and then drops it on the floor for me to pick up. It’s hard to finish a load of laundry if I have to pick up Sophie the giraffe every time I fold a t-shirt. Dumb giraffe.
  • Baby Einstein: This thing works magic, so far. She puts every piece of it in her mouth in succession. Down side: she gets bored pretty quickly. Also, she has one at day care, which is probably why it’s not so fascinating at home.
  • Let the dog babysit while I do whatever I want. Down side: The dog is dumb. Like, run-down-the-stairs-so-fast-she-runs-her-face-into-the-wall-at-the-bottom dumb.

Welp, that’s what I’ve got. I’m going to try carrying her tomorrow… Actually, that’s probably not true. I’m just not going to accomplish anything tomorrow. Or, I’m going to try the margarita thing again! If not, there’s always hope for Saturday. Any advice for a busy Momma? Leave me a message!

Red-Butted Monkeys. And Vaccines.

Lately, I can’t help but read everything that pops up on my newsfeed about vaccines.
Here’s the thing… I’m fascinated by Jenny McCarthy.
Not because she’s intelligent… nope.
Not because she knows what she’s talking about… definitely not.
Mostly because I think she’s incompetent, and yet she’s the one that’s famous and significantly more well off than I am. She makes me angry and a little fascinated all at the same time. Like, can’t-stop-staring-at-the-monkeys-with-the-red-butts-at-the-zoo fascinated. I’m wide-eyed, open-mouthed and drooling when I read this anti-vaccine stuff.

It’s. Just. So. Ridiculous.

Why would you put everyone around you in danger? Why would you put your PRECIOUS INNOCENT BABY in danger? Or other precious innocent babies and adorable grandparents and others that can’t get vaccinated due to health issues? Why do you have a red butt, monkey?

Seriously, they have red butts. It’s hilarious. Think about it.

Anyway, I’ve been reading. And reading. And reading.

  • Things like this.  (I’ll admit, I haven’t clicked on all of the links, but it’s a good read anyway – AND, the author is an anthropologist with her PhD in Genetics, holy kahmoly).
  • This is clearly a blog, so you can take it with a grain of salt, but it’s interesting none the less. She went from being an anti-vaccine momma to a firm believer in science. High five, Megan!
  • I thought measles was a thing of the 1900s, but it’s back.
  • This shows that you can catch and spread diseases even when you’re vaccinated. It’s rare, but it’s possible. I hope the anti-vaccine mommas don’t screw up the herd immunity.
  • This is not at all educational, it might not even be accurate, but it’s funny. 

It’s interesting that people with no medical knowledge are convincing the world to avoid vaccines like the plague (ironic, seeing as vaccines help fight things like plagues).

So here’s my opinion, if you want it. If you don’t, that’s cool too.
(Note: I’m not a medical professional.)

Get them.

Seriously.

If you aren’t sure, ask your doctor.

Then, when they say to get them, because they will, get them.

Teeth! It’s almost time for braces…

 

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Baby Girl sprouted some pearly whites. You can’t see them in the picture above. It’s somewhat unrelated. By somewhat, I mean that it’s not at all a related picture to the blog. But, it’s cute, so deal with it.

Teeth!

This girl. I’ll tell you what. She must KNOW that her daddy and I are impatient. Even her grandparents like to laugh at how impatient we are. So, I think she knows it and wants to squeeze every ounce of enjoyment out of making us wait for her cute little butt to hit these milestones.

She was supposed to be sitting up at 6 months – ish. She’s just now getting really good at it at allllmost 8 months.

She was supposed to get teeth between 4 and 7 months. Again, just now, almost 8 months.

Some of her teeny friends are crawling. She’s like, “I’m cool. I’m not going to sit still enough to snuggle with mom, but I’m not going to move around either”.

We’re going to have learn to be a little more patient. I’m sure she’ll get better, too, when she’s a little older. Like, when she’s a teenager. She’ll do exactly what we want her to do exactly when we want her to. Right? Definitely.