'Tis the Season!

"to be jorry fa ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra...."-A Christmas Story

I've totally been jonesing for some good ol' fashion Christmas movies. Nothing like Dennis Quaid in a dicky, drinking egg-nog from a moose head mug, to get you in the spirit! Or, "Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets its' wings." Charlie Brown and his sad little tree wrapped in Linus' blanket... OH, I could go on.

Today while fiestando early-Christmas with my brother and sister-in-law, I took Zoe downstairs to sit by the fire and rock in my parents nice overstuffed chair. As I scanned through the 59,696,493 channels, I was unable to find one whole Christmas movie! Talk about Bah-Humbug! The end of Miracle on 34th street was on, but it was the updated version... not even close to as good as the original.

*A sweater!? I asked for bunny-footed PJs!"

So as I settled on the last 25 minutes or so of mediocre yule-tide cheer. Zoe sat on my lap, rubbing her face in my scarf, gazing back and forth from the fire to the TV. It was a relaxing moment and made me excited to think about the memories yet to be made with her, especially around the holidays. She's still young to understand what's going on, I'm not sure I know what in the hell is going on sometimes. But she makes everyone smile and is always a nice get out of jail free card... not that I would ever need one... *cough cough*

*Making Uncle Phil smile*

*"Great-Grandma, how do I work this worm?"*

Anyway, if you're thinking of any last minute gift ideas, I'd love to start a collection of Holiday/Christmas videos for Zoe. So feel free to buy your favorites or any of the one's I listed (those are my favorites!). I promise she's been very good and definitely deserves them!

*I Heart Santa!*

It was the breast of times, it was the worst of times...

it was a time of pumping, it was a time of nurturing. It was the epoch belief that I would be able to be Earth Mother Goddess of the Universe for the next 12 months..... errrrr! *record scratch*
2 years! seriously am I seriously supposed to nurse for 2 years? Call me crazy, call me selfish, but little miss zo is going to be weaned. I have plenty of reasons, most of them personal *obvs!*, but I feel that it's time.

*6 month check up, tearing paper and eating frogs... uh huh*

Zoe is now 6 months and 3 weeks old. She has been fed 98% mama's milk up until this point. And she is one healthy little girl. I took her to her 6 month check up the other day and the doctor commented on her demeanor and was impressed with her growth. She weighed in at a lean 17lbs. 4oz. and 27 1/2" long. Look out runways here she comes!

*Bish puh-lease!"

I am impressed with her growth and happy that she is healthy. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that for 6 whole months I nursed/pumped and fed this little babe all the nutrition she needed to thrive and be healthy. I planned to nurse for 6 months and have been slowly easing her off la leche materna. It hasn't been easy and the emotional roller coaster? well, let's just say... it hasn't been fun. As you go up the coaster you feel great, best decision ever and then you slowly creep around the corner and WHOOOOAAA! you fly down the other side, screaming... NOoooooo I shouldn't have stopped! tears sliding down your cheeks as the world whizzzes by. Yeah, that's about it... but luckily the ride is coming to an end and I'll slowly be pulling up to a stop and undoing my lap belt...wheew.

The worst part about the doctor visits are the shots! It's so wrong. I know they are for her and the rest of the populations' own good. But seriously, why? Why? She cries BIG tears and looks at me like, "I thought you loved me?? What the hell is going on!". It's awful.

The nurse came in to get her all ready and tells me to hold her arms so she doesn't swat the needle. So I do and I feel like I'm torturing her Guantanamo style. Once the nurse is done I feed her and then put her clothes back on. Then, there's a knock on the door... it's the NURSE! "So sorry." she says, "I forgot to give her the HEP B shot.".... and then Zoe gave her this look

*say what!? i don't think so lady..."

Oh, no, I said. That will most definitely have to wait. So we have to go back in a month for that and a follow up flu shot. AY yae yae. Alas, we made it out alive. Poor thing has had a fever ever since, but she's a trooper... like her mama.