Gametes In Love

Yep, it’s 7 months post-partum and I’m still sporting maternity clothes at least 2-3 days out of the week. Mostly the shirts, but I have one pair of maternity jeans that you’ll pry away only from my cold, dead fingers.

Why?
They’re comfortable as heck, is why! The fabric is soft, stretchy and the clothes just fit right. I swear maternity clothes are designed for real people, and real bodies while regular clothes are designed on top of a mannequin for a size 2 model and only enlarged for size. If only my body was an perfect scale of a size 2 life would be good, but it’s not, so…

The only disadvantage to still wearing maternity clothes is that they’re not providing me with any real incentive to get back into shape. They hide my pudge, which is good, but it can’t go on for perpetuity. I lent most of my maternity wear to an expecting colleague, but I saved my favorite jeans and a few of my shirts for myself. It was my attempt to wean myself off of the Motherhood line.

None the less I’ll be sporting my comfy shirts for as long as I feel like.
And yes, that is a maternity top I’m wearing today 🙂

In honor of Easter week-end:

In a garden not too far away lives a bunny…. who we’ll call G

G wasn’t happy about eating his carrots

Until he tried them

And then he just couldn’t get enough

Aaah, one full and passed out bunny

I’m a first born. Not only so, but also the first born in my immediate family. What this means is that I’m not used to hand-me-downs. I don’t look down on them, but I’ve grown accustomed to things new and shiny.

In many ways I’ve found myself transferring my personal preference onto G as well, although I’m really working hard to keep an open mind. There are many things I won’t consider getting used, but there are others that I really don’t mind giving a second life to.

S and I have many friends with children who are outgrowing their gear and clothes and we’ve been the fortunate (and grateful) recipients of many goodies. Although my “new and shiny” tendency still rears it’s head, I’m appreciating that 1) it saves us money; 2) G won’t remember (or care) that his XXX wasn’t brand new as long as it does what it’s supposed to; 3) reuse is really best for the environment.

I also get a kick out of getting a really good deal. G’s swing (Fisher Price Rainforest) sells for $270 new. S and I picked one up in great condition for $50. Today, I got G’s next sized tub (Primo EuroBath) for $10, where I would have paid over $20 new… before taxes.

Craigslist and the local mother’s group mailing list have been our friends 🙂 At the end of the day I’m happy, the sellers are happy, and the trash dude strains his back over less item hauling to the dump so he’s happy.

S and I are gearing up for a “Things we couldn’t live without post”, but in the meanwhile this is one tip from me to you (and to future me) as a reminder that the saying of “One person’s trash is another’s treasure” really is true.

Cheers,

Do I have a fun grandma or what?

Up close and personal

I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty in PIIIINK.

C’mere you camera

Look Ma — my feet finally touch the ground

Having a drink w/ my Pop

Does this make you want to “Aw!” or what?

No, THIS is how you do it…

We’re working here! Move along.

The other evening G and I were in the dinning room enjoying some Corn & Butternut Squash. Ok, he was enjoying it, and I was the transportation device helping deliver the spoon of yellow goodies from the bowl to his mouth. After the yummy yellow goo went all down the hatch, I left G to his own devices to play with his spoon. I don’t do it often, but I do want him to start getting the idea that some day he’ll be feeding himself. Anyway…

G held onto his spoon and started waving it around. He did manage to put the right end in his own mouth once, but spend the rest of the play time just waving it around.

I thought “Hmn… I wonder if he will put it in my mouth? Does he know that it’s a spoon? Does he get that it goes in the mouth?

So I tried it. I opened up and went “Aaaaaaah”

Nothing.

“Aaaaaaah,” I did again.

And nothing still. G just stood there waving his spoon giving me a look which said “Woman, what are you doing? Can’t you see I’m busy here? (I’ve got a spoon stuck to my hand!)”

That’s when I realized that he’s not up to the action and reaction point of thinking yet. It made me a little sad — my little guy has such a long way to go; but then also excited because some day we will get there.

Until then I’ll be the cruise director navigating mushed food from bowl to messy mouth. Then will come G putting food in mouth: his, and if he’s in a sharing mood, mine.

And then some day he’ll give me a hug. That will be a pretty special moment too 🙂