Back to Normal?

We can only hope.

My poor baby, and her Momma, have had a rough couple of days.

As we headed to such a beautiful family wedding this weekend, we began battling some weird things with little Miss. Friday night, she did something that she hasn't done in months and months, in fact she really hasn't done it since she was about 7 weeks old.

She woke up in the middle of the night.

She screamed and cried and was supremely unhappy from the hours of 12:30 until 3. AM. Inconsolable. We nursed her, we rocked her, we sang to her, we let her cry, we broke out a pouch of food incase she was super hungry, we gave her teething toys. Nothing worked.

Oy. Of course, when we have such a big day the next day.

Then, she did the same thing on Saturday. And on Sunday.

She was super off schedule, refused to nap and was generally a grumpy baby when it came to sleep.

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Other times she was feeling pretty much herself (though we did have our very first episode of stranger danger this weekend, too. Oy).

Skeptical and tired, but a mostly happy baby.

Then. Oh, then.

She broke out in what we thought was heat rash at the wedding. We took her down into the cool cellar (great asset for a hot day at a winery!) and the spots dissipated. Sunday morning though, bigger ones were present up and down her legs.

She's not running a fever and other than the spots and sleeping she seems her normal self, so one call to the pediatrician later and we are on a 48 hour course of Benadryl, with the thought that with so many people holding her, new places, etc. she could just be having a mild allergic reaction or irritation of some sort.

Le sigh.

The good news is, she slept through the night last night, and went down for her nap at a normal time this morning. Hopefully, we are back on track.

Cross your fingers for us.


Evelyn Rae is ten months old

...and I have SO MUCH birthday party planning to get on. Geeze Louise.

I know, I know.

I know posting has been...shall we say, "light" this week.


This whole Monday as a holiday thing really threw me off my game - how is it already THURSDAY?! I have accomplished nothing this week!


Truth of the matter is, my FIL and his lovely bride are getting married in two days. And I have NOTHING to wear.


(I know some of you may find that hard to believe. But, alas, 'tis the truth.)


And, we leave tomorrow.


So...

Evelyn Rae is ten months old


...and hopefully she can be a model for good behavior today while I drag her to and fro.

Sun Day

Did everyone feel like this weekend recharged them in a way that you forgot was even possible? Because that's how it made me feel! (brag, brag, brag...)

Our Monday turned into a beautiful Sun Day (haha, get it? GET IT? Like SUNDAY? But, Sun Day? I am so v. v. clever.) with an impromptu picnic dinner on the beach with our friends the Mazzios.

We were lucky enough to find a deserted bit of beach on Memorial day, of all things, so we took the opportunity to snap some photos.

Come on Mommy!

Evelyn Rae is ten months old

...and I made the dress and matching flower she is wearing. Because why make a pillowcase dress out of a pillowcase when you can make it out of seersucker?

Mommy Truth

Sometimes, when I am in public, I echo back the baby gurgles and sounds that my daughter makes.

And then I realize there are other people around.

Looking at me like I am insane.

Cool.


Evelyn Rae is ten months old

...and at least I know when she starts talking I won't look crazy anymore.

Ten Month Link

Hey Folks.

I have officially caught whatever my baby had. And it stinks.

But, I finally got around to posting this, while laying on the couch while my daughter contentedly played on the floor near me. Bless her.

Ten months

Evelyn Rae is ten months old

...and that bow is so ginormous and ridiculous that it is cute, right? that's what I tell myself anyway.

Oh well.

Well, I had some awesome "get things done" motivation cranking already today when I woke up.

And then the universe laughed, and found another way (besides the rain and the humidity) to make sure that my clothes were nice and damp today.

::shudder::

Have I mentioned how much I HATE wearing damp clothes? Ugh.

As I went in to grab Ev from bed this morning (after I had already been in to get her soothed back to sleep because she uncharacteristically woke up at 4:30 am) I saw that she was standing, ready to greet me as usual...but with a whole bunch of snot and tears running down her face.

And then sneezed 3 or 4 times in a row.

Baby sneezes. Pitiful stuff I tell ya.

Oy.

Can you see the snot glistening on her face? 

My poor little darling.

No fever to be had, so I am thinking it is just a little nose bug, or early onset of seasonal allergies? Who knows. She ate a good breakfast and nursed normally...but then came nap time.

She actually went to sleep fairly easily and with little fuss...for about 5 minutes.

Then again...for about 7 minutes.

Then again...for about 5.

Oh my. The poor little thing just needs to let this snot drain and flush out whatever is wrecking having on her red little nose. So, I mommed up and picked out a shirt I could sacrifice to baby snot, tears and drool today (have I mentioned she's teething too? YAY!)

Sorry Bucky. 

On Wisconsin.

And I headed to grab my weapons for the day.

Moby Wrap.

Nose Frida.

Boogie Wipes.

Check, check, check.

The poor baby seems to be in good spirits (besides all the gross stuff running down her face), since she is still blissfully unaware that the stuff running down her face is indeed gross. And I imagine that we will be spending much of the rest of the day like this.

It will be a miracle if I get anything else done today, but if I have a back to her normal self baby by bedtime tonight - cross your fingers, friends - that will be just fine by me.


Evelyn Rae is ten months old

...and have you ever tried brushing your teeth with a curious and strangely mobile baby attached to you via baby carrier? I do not recommend it. <3

Rainy Day Crazies

What am I going to do for the next week?

Lose my mind, that's what.

What happened to APRIL showers bringing MAY flowers?!

Last time I looked, it was May.

I want my flowers.

Evelyn Rae is ten months old

...and this post was brought to you by the grumpy woman who takes over my body when the weather is dreary and gray and my clothes get damp from going anywhere. Harumph.