I’ve been doing the FlyLady thing intermittently for years. I’ve been resistant to some of her edicts (get up and dress to lace up shoes, make bed, blah blah) and it just doesn’t work that way.
I’m making my bed these days (even on weekends!) and the few times I’ve dressed to lace up shoes I can say that it has helped a lot. I still don’t do it every day and I should. The making the bed thing is awesome and I plan to keep it up indefinitely.
February for Flying is decluttering 15 minutes a day. I had planned to do this but then our housing situation got all weird. At the same time the weather got yucky again and the stress + lack of sunshine = unhappy, unmotivated momma. I should be able to overcome but I couldn’t.
Since we have signed a lease on a new place (yay!) and have a date set to move (next weekend! and for the next two weeks after that!), I’m in a packing mood. Part of my packing plan is to declutter as I go, which is going well so far. I started with the kitchen and have two cabinets packed. Anything I hate, don’t use or don’t love goes in the recycle bin, the trash, or a bag to donate.
Friday I took a bunch of housewares and old bedding to Goodwill, and on Saturday I took more housewares. The trick to decluttering is to get rid of stuff right away. When I took the second load to Goodwill and dumped it in the housewares bin, I had a moment of “maybe I shouldn’t give that away…” about something and decided to just turn and walk away.
It is a testament to how important that item was that I can’t even remember what it was at this moment, or why I thought I needed it after deciding to get rid of it.
I found myself trying to figure out what to get rid of on Sunday, but reasoned that Goodwill probably wasn’t open. I didn’t check to verify that. I have plans for what I’m going to load the car with for tomorrow’s load.
Who knew it would feel so good to get rid of stuff?
I’d like to say I come here often but the last couple of weeks have made it nearly impossible.
Last Monday (the first day of the week of Mommy Disappointment) my husband received a call from our landlord. He lives in Florida, and we generally deal with his father, so this was a surprise. He asked if my husband knew our lease was up in March (we did know this) and wanted to know if we planned to stay in the house. We said that we did. He said he was moving back to the area in March and would call the next day.
I had a bad feeling, so I started looking for places to live. I knew he was going to want his house back, despite the fact that we are stellar tenants. Why would he look for a new place here when he already has one?
I started on Craigslist because that’s where we found this place. I was hoping to find something in a lower price range with the same basic set up (number of bathrooms and bedrooms, garage) in this general area, since we like it here. All I found were scammers and more scammers, or apartments in our price range.
The landlord didn’t call the next day so my husband called him and he confirmed that he will be back in town on March 1, wants his house back and wants to know when we can be out. Our lease isn’t up until March 15. My husband told him that we didn’t have a leaving date since he had just then told us that he wanted the house back. Dork.
So we need to be out ASAP. We drove around looking for houses with For Rent signs out front and didn’t come up with anything. I was getting frustrated. I had sent out some Craigslist responses to some ads and the last few trickled in with their responses in return: all scams. So frustrating. Yesterday I took my daughter out and we drove around a large neighborhood nearby. I found 4 houses or rent, all out of our price range. I was beginning to panic.
We have, since then, managed to make appointments to see two houses today, one with a garage and one without, both just barely outside of our price range (enough so that we can eek out the extra $50 per month). I’ve got leads on two more than are coming available in mid-March and early April.
I’m cautiously optimistic.
I hate the idea of moving, but there are things I genuinely don’t like about this house, and the moving process means we can cull out a bunch of crap we really don’t need. I’m trying to see the bright side.
Now if the sun would just come out!
This week was shaping up to be a busy one:
Monday – doctor appointment for 6 month check up and shots (not excited about it, but it has to be done)
Tuesday – Mommy and baby exercise class kick-off at the local mall (A chance to get in shape, meet other mommies and socialize my baby – for free? Yes, please!)
Thursday – Baby story time at the library.
I’m not much of a social butterfly and often spend time by myself at home. This has been ok until the weather got bad and I realized I was talking to an infant, with no other human contact, for 10+ hours a day. Also, I might make a wonderful hermit but my daughter needs to be around other people.
This schedule was looking rather nice! We have gone to the library a couple of times before and enjoyed it, the exercise class looked like fun and I was excited to see how big my little munchkin has gotten at her pediatrician visit.
And then things started to go wrong.
First – the library advised that story time was cancelled this week due to a staff meeting.
Then – I asked my husband where our new insurance cards were, since we had not received them in the mail from what I could tell. He contacted his HR person who told him that there was coverage but cards needed to be “re-sent” so I should just go to the doctor as scheduled, have them contact Blue Cross and look up the coverage by my husband’s social security number. If there was a problem I should have them call HR (this is a new job for him and coverage for us was to start January 1). I felt uncomfortable with this, and on Friday after his office had closed he called Blue Cross who told him they had no record of coverage for him. I called the pediatrician and moved the appointment to the next available date, which is at the end of the month.
And finally, the local mall posted on Facebook on Monday afternoon that due to unforeseen events they would have to postpone the kick-off of the exercise classes until an undetermined later date. Bummer.
So I’m open to suggestions. What does one do with a 6 month old, for free, that helps socialize him or her and allows mom to be with other adults? Story time continues next week but we need more than that!
At Miss P’s 4-month checkup the pediatrician asked if I thought she was ready to start solids. This can be done as early as 4 months, but I wasn’t sure little miss was ready. The doctor told me when I felt ready that she recommended starting on single grain cereals like rice.
I decided to let her try it out when she was 5 months old. She had been watching us eat and looking really forlorn while her mouth mimicked our actions of opening, closing, and chewing. It was cute, and kinda sad.
I opted for oatmeal since I’d heard some things about arsenic and rice. I’m sure it’s nothing major and probably nothing to be worried about, but I just felt safer going with the oatmeal. I also thought if I had a choice between rice and oatmeal myself I would go for the oatmeal every time. She got the hang of eating from a spoon after a couple of days and has been enjoying oatmeal ever since.
As she approaches the 6 month mark I wanted to try some other foods. I’d read that avocado was a good starting point so I got one, mashed it up with a little breastmilk and she gobbled it down like a pro. Avocado = successful.
Over the next weekend we went to the farmer’s market and I picked out a couple more avocados and brought them home. I put the meat of a whole one in my bullet blender with about 3 oz of breastmilk and blended it to a creamy consistency. Part of it went in a bowl for feeding right then, and the rest went into a small ice cube tray in the freezer.
This is what it looks like after being frozen:
I just pop a couple of these in the steamer and warm them up to feed her. She loves it.
I love that the addition of breastmilk makes it more creamy, more nutritious AND keeps it from turning brown. She didn’t finish her first serving at lunch so I popped a lid on it and put it in the fridge and when I took it out for dinner it was still creamy, green and delicious (yes, I tasted it!).
Up next: sweet potatoes!
What is it about babies becoming more upright that makes them seem more like kids than infants? Sometimes when I look at Miss P standing in her exersaucer she just takes my breath away.
At nearly 6 months old she has mastered rolling over and can do it from tummy to back and back to tummy in either direction. She grabs her feet, well, always, but especially when I am trying to change her. The other day I found her on the play mat on her hands and knees rocking back and forth.
Oh, dear lord, she will be crawling soon, won’t she?
By the time she was 4 months old she was trying to pull herself into a sitting position. She even tried pulling herself up on the pediatrician’s lab coat while she was being examined. Once she started rolling she gave up on the pull ups.
A couple of days ago I decided to really press her on the sitting up thing. I would pull her into a sitting position and then curl my legs around her to keep her upright, but I wanted to see her do it on her own.
Do it, she did. She can sit unassisted for an extended period of time. I put one of her Christmas toys in front of her, something she hasn’t been interested in because she can’t play with it laying down. She had a great time playing with it. She had a couple of balance checks during playtime where she almost toppled over to the side but caught herself and pushed back up.
Hopefully she will get the hang of sitting up on her own eventually.
Sitting up opens up a whole new world to her, as will crawling and then (gulp) walking. I’m excited for her to surpass these milestones even as I grieve the loss of my precious infant. She grows more independent by the day.