I feel lonely without my faithful sidekick.

It's true folks! She's taking a nap without me. I can ride out phases that only last a few days :) Well, gang, it's been a good Friday all in all. I went and got a biopsy on my thyroid nodule... well I was supposed to get biopsied, but one of the nodules has calcified, and he couldn't get the needle through the calcium layer. There are multiple nodules, but he chose the calcified one to poke. I personally would have aimed for another lump, and he did express uncertainty about whether the needle would pierce that particular nodule. But, in the infinite wisdom of a doctor, he just poked the hard one to no avail. So I now have a bruised neck and nothing to show for it. Well, they did get lots of good ultrasound pictures to compare to my last ultrasound, so that's good. If you want my guess, my doctor will probably be ordering another biopsy. Whatever works.
We got Ella all bundled up on Tuesday and went to a Chuckars baseball game. Does anyone actually know what a Chuckar is? Anyhow, bundled up being the key word, because it was downright frigid. I've been timing it, and summer has lasted a grand total of two months and one week, if we start counting from the last snow up to last Tuesday where temperatures at night dropped into the 30's at night. There is only one word for a summer this short: Immoral. We have got to get ourselves out of Outer Darkness and into Celestial Paradise. Texas here we come.
Well, if you have been looking for a show where the protagonist is a singing villain who falls in love at a laundromat, have I got news for you! Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along blog is here!( This is the flat-out funniest thing I have seen in months.

Happy Weekend!

Last Sunday's Nap


There is so much in life I still do not know.

I was informed by Archie this morning that now that I have a blog, I need to be updating it every other day. I had no idea of the time committment involved in this new venture! Here I am, only four days in to the wonderful world of blogging and I am already one post behind!

Lucky for me, I have a daughter who has decided she does not want to nap alone during the day anymore. So I have to find things to do in a sitting or standing position, so that she will be completely comfortable during her nap. I am hoping this is just a phase, because only a few days ago, she would take one or two naps on her own, and just one nap in the wrap with me. She has also decided that she needs to eat twice each night again, instead of the one 4 am feeding that we had all grown to love. The problem with that is that now, when she wakes up for the first time, I have only been asleep for two hours, and I am completely disoriented. Last night Paul had to get out of bed and get her for me, because I just did not know what was going on. I was just laying in bed, wondering why a baby was crying; so confused! It was only once he fetched our sweet child that I realized what was happening and sat up to feed her. Even more amusing was when she awoke for the second time last night, I did not even remember falling back asleep, I just woke up wondering why there was a baby in my bed. Needless to say I need a nap. But Ella has flatly refused to fall asleep unless she is wrapped up with her mom. So after trying for two hours this morning to get her down, I relented, and put her in the wrap. She is sleeping quite soundly now. I only wish the same could be true for me.

I am including this picture of Ella not only as proof that she did at one time sleep on her own, but further reinforcement of how dang tall she is. I am glad that we didn't buy a bassinette, because I think that she would have been too tall for it at birth. I checked out some of the growth charts on the internet, Ella is the size of an average 4-5 month old baby. What a champ.

Paul is home from Melaleuca's annual convention, and despite working fourteen hour days while he was there, had a really good time. Next year the convention will be held in Orlando, Florida, and we are thinking that maybe I should come along with him, and do my mothering on the beach.

I love the beach... but I hate sea water. I have this uncanny fear of sharks. The last time I was in Florida (with roommates on a roadtrip) I was lounging in the ocean and caught a glimpse of my float underneath the water, but instead of my brain processing the visual at a reasonable rate, my initial conclusion was that I was seeing a shark, ready to attack. It wasn't until I was halfway back to shore that I realized that sharks aren't pink and orange. The very sad thing is that all four of us were out in the water together at that very moment. Did I stop to think of my roommates? No. I left them in the dust to fend for themselves against the foul creature. May the best swimmer win.


I'm trying not to be embarrassed about blogging.

At the request of my doting mother, I have started a blog. If you want the awful truth, I set this blog up months ago... way before we had anything going on that would be of interest to anyone (i.e. Ella). So I just changed the title and voila. I hadn't even posted anything yet. (It just goes to show how dedicated I was to blogging.) The upshot of this whole thing is that I now have another way to devote my entire existence to my child.

Ella is sleeping right now, and I have considered taking another picture of her to commemorate this event (the blog, not the nap). But unfortunately, it would simply resemble all the other photos I have of her. She's still naked.

We did, however, get dressed today to go to the doctor's office. She weighed in at 13 lbs., 15.5 oz. (Off the chart for her age.) And measured 24 and 3/4 in. (Also off the chart for her age.) The doctor's comment was, "Well, it looks like her weight caught up to her height." He is very insightful. So she is a healthy growing baby. She received her first round of vaccinations today, as well. We both cried for a while. It was pretty rough.

In other news, my Papa John's pizza has just arrived. (Paul is out of town, so he has encouraged me to spend money on myself... in hopes, I think, to buy my love when he is not here to give it.) I ordered the whole wheat crust and my advice for you all is: don't. If you're going to have pizza, it is ridiculous to try to make it healthy. It was a temporary lapse of judgement and I apologize. Well my little darling is crying for her mother. Much love and whole-hearted devotion to you all.

PS This is a picture of Ella sleeping in her new wrap. She continues to love being cuddled by anyone who is willing.