Health Update

Miss Eliza is slowly on the mend. It's been a long three days, though. She's sleeping a lot, not eating that much, and still quite prone to frequent diaper changes that involve all new outfits. I'll not go into more detail than that, which you all should probably thank me for! Saturday was very snowy around here as well, so between her and the snow, we canceled all our remaining plans and stayed home. We put up the Christmas tree while she was sleeping and it thrilled her to no end when she came out and saw it. She has a small tree as well, decorated with all the ornaments everyone made for me at my NJ baby shower (did I say that already in an earlier post? My brain is so fried). She has taken a few ornaments off the big tree, but all the breakable ones are out of her reach, so it's okay. Her very favorite thing is the M&M tree lights we have (disclaimer: not my auction, just wanted the picture!). Sadly, the M&M's come off pretty easily, so I spend most of my time taking the small plastic figures away from her.

I hope everyone is getting into the Christmas spirit. We're trying!

This picture of Eliza isn't great, but she had dedicated herself to cramming everything she possibly could into her horse's saddle. It was really quite impressive.

Sick Baby

It seems incredible that we have made it 14 months with no real sickness aside from the odd cold here and there, but our run of luck is over.

Last night, we put Eliza to bed and she had a pretty tough time settling down. We figured it was because she'd already slept a lot during the day and we had a friend over, so life was too exciting to go to sleep. After about an hour and a half of intermittent crying (never anything huge), I went in to check on her. I thought maybe she was teething, so I brought in some Motrin, which she happily took. When I picked her up to rock her, I noticed her pajamas were a little wet. THEN I felt that they were, for lack of a better word, chunky. Oh dear.

I called Mac in to help and he changed all the bedding, right down to the mattress pad, while I changed her pajamas, her onesie, her diaper (she had diarrhea as well), and the changing table cover. I gave her some water, rocked her for a while, then put her back down. She fell asleep quickly and slept through the night. A little restless early this morning, but okay.

We got her up at 7:30 (late for her) because we were supposed to go look at kitchen appliances. She only wanted milk and a little banana at breakfast and seemed pretty dazed still. After breakfast, she wanted to brush her teeth of course, so we headed into the bathroom to do that at which point everything came right back up on me, on her, on the sink, on the floor. Twice. Good times!

Needless to say, we canceled our appliance appointment, got everything and everybody cleaned up, dispatched Mac to the grocery store for BRAT foods, and settled in for a day of sick baby. She's sleeping again now.

Hopefully her parents are coming to pick her up soon. :-)

The Literary Look

In homage to Eliza's literary forbears (Elizabeth Bennett, Harper Lee, Eliza Doolittle, my mom the journalist), we're trying yet another template. Consensus was that the last one was indeed too much pink. Thoughts?

New look, same name

I was playing around with Blogger's templates and thought we'd try out a new look. Too much pink?

What's in a name?

What? Two posts in the space of about five minutes? What gives?

Well, I have realized that the title of the this blog - Pinky and the New Mommy Brain - is no longer entirely accurate, as I am no longer a "new" mom. Some days I feel like quite the seasoned pro, actually. Then I quickly revert to "when are her parents coming to pick her up?" mode. But be that as it may, I am wondering if perhaps we need to rename the blog. Do you, dear readers, have any thoughts on the matter? Or any suggestions? Somehow "Pinky and the Mommy Brain" doesn't seem as funny, but maybe that's just me.

Four out of five dentists

Eliza is obsessed with her oral hygiene today. Don't ask me why. Usually she brushes her teeth (and if you think by "brush" I mean chew on her toothbrush and drool all over the place, you'd be right) after breakfast and just before bed. Today she has insisted on brushing after every snack and lunch as well. And I mean insisted - screaming and crying if we head anywhere but the bathroom after she gets out of her high chair. I guess there are worse things to be obsessed with.

Oooh, a toothbrush!

I am SO brushing my teeth!

GAAAAHHH - INSANE TOOTH BRUSHING BABY!!!
Also, a quick apology for the delay in approving the most recent comments. For some reason, Blogger neglected to email me and let me know I had any!