Swap Meet

OK, so the big move to Wordpress is going to take a while longer than I anticipated...mainly because I have too many other things going on to be able to take the time to set up all the formatting and customization I want to do.

In the meantime, I'll just keep talking to myself here.

I bring this up because hopefully I won't be talking to myself for forever. I signed up for my first quilt block swap that I finished up after the new year. I'm just waiting on my siggy blocks to come back to me from all over the place.

I signed up for my first-ever fabric swap and I got my first fat-quarter tonight. The fabric that I bought as my contribution to the swap was stuff that I would have been perfectly happy to turn into a funky quilt myself - I have to admit, I kind of hating dividing it up and sending on to 8 strangers that I will probably never meet. But, the first quarter I opened tonight made me really excited about the seriously funky quilt I hope to be able to make with these random fabrics that will be streaming in from around the country.

And maybe, just maybe, we'll visit each other's blogs and see what fun projects our fabrics are being included in.

So, fingers crossed. I don't have any truly profound thoughts to expound upon, and I don't have a special blogging niche where I can talk all about organic gardening, or organic baby-raising, or at-home schooling (though I do enjoy reading about it), or geek crafting (which I respect greatly). But, I hope to post pics of the various projects that come out of swaps and get ideas from this community of sewers and quilters that lives in the aether of the internet.

Can't wait to see what happens!

Moving...

Just wanted to let everyone (who might happen to stumble across this through my Facebook profile) that I'm trying to pick up again on the whole blogging thing...and that I'm going to try it out on Wordpress. Have yet to find out if it is blocked at work like Blogspot is, but I don't think WP is blocked quite yet.

New blog address is going to be:

lukayna.wordpress.com

Hope to see you there!

Merry Christmas / Performance Anxiety

The first joint Christmas between Huffman and Todd families is in full course today and tomorrow, and so far, things seem to be going pretty well. We had a nice spread for tonight's shenanigans and we opened all our gifts from family. Tomorrow morning is Lauren's turn to open some presents and play with the paper and see what Santa brought her - even though she won't remember a lick of it. It should make for some cute pictures.

It's crazy to think that she's almost 1 year old already. I feel like we just brought her home from the hospital and I've just started working again. Learning how to breastfeed, burp the baby, and change diapers - never mind how to give her a bath or deal with broccoli-induced gas...that seems like yesterday, yet at the same time a really really long time ago when we were so much younger and dumber.

That's not to say that we know everything there is to know about raising a baby into a good, intelligent human being. We are well aware that this just means that for everything we think we do know, there's at least 100 other things that we're completely clueless about.

Sitting in church tonight with my mom just made me really think back on the year and how truly blessed we are. Billy has a good job with people he enjoys working with. I have a good job with people I enjoy working with, even if I'm not convinced I'll be there for forever. We have a great kid who every day amazes us with how incredibly sweet-natured she is. Every night I check on her multiple times, just to look at her while she sleeps and know that whatever is going on in her head, I'll be there to make sure the can dream her dreams safely. The idea of not being able to protect her sends me into cold sweats of panic, yet I know that I can't be everywhere with her all hours, and even if I could do that, I still can't control all the people around us. So, I have to pray and hope that something greater than myself lends protection to us.

So, the run-down for 2008:

New baby
New baby grows and is now eating solids and trying to walk and talk
Mandy switches from imports to exports
Billy buys new car
Billy's new car gets wrecked while sitting in a parking lot
Global economy tanks
Billy gets not-so-nice review at work (the day before CHRISTMAS EVE, people) and spends our first Christmas with Lauren racking his brain trying to figure out what he's doing wrong

Anyway, all my personal worries for Billy aside, I certainly hold great hope for the people and parents we will be in the future. We're going to make a ton of mistakes, but hopefully, they won't be super-serious. I have to say our current situation is plenty to be thankful for and reason to be merry this Christmas!

I fully expect that I'll be one of -those- parents and post cutesie pictures of Christmas morning shenanigans on the blog (certainly on Facebook) in a couple of days.

Autumnal Reflections

It's very strange to think about, but we're fast approaching our first Thanksgiving and Christmas with Lauren outside of me. Every day I look at her and I'm amazed at how rapidly time is passing and how fast she's growing. It feels like just a month ago, she was starting on solid foods and smearing rice cereal all over her face. Now she's getting downright picky about what brand of baby food she eats (only Earth's Best Organic, please!) and she refuses to eat anything I make and grind for her (not that I can really blame her).

October is a big month for us - we're progressing to putting Lauren down earlier for bed (she is now ready to go down for the night at 7:00, if not earlier), feeding her chunkier foods and finger foods like fruity puffs, and I'm going to be making my first two big out of town business trips next week and the following week. Granted, going to Mobile is just one night, and traveling to Charleston will just give her a chance to get spoiled by Grandpa and Grandma Huffman, but it's a big development for me as I've been shielded from traveling since coming back to work and I don't know how in the world I'm going to find time to pump while traveling with my boss in Mobile. Talk about awkward!

But, we'll figure it out - we always have.

In September, before the weather turned truly autumnal, Billy, Lauren, my parents and I made the big trip to the beach at Kiawah for a week. The island has changed a lot (more hoity toity at The Sanctuary), but on our end, it still retains some of its original charm and isolation that I love so much. The weather was too cold for much of the trip for Lauren to hop in the pool for the first time or really play in the water and sand, but she did get to dip her toes in the water a bit and feel the sand slide out from beneath her feet and between her toes.

I just can't wait until she's really old enough to get out and do things! That's the one thing that Billy and I need to force ourselves to do - get outside with Lauren and experience lots of different things...even if it creeps into her afternoon nap schedule a little bit! We're had such tight control over her sleeping schedule in extreme deference to Weissbluth that I'm afraid we might be going a bit overboard with it and remaining prisoners at home more than we should.

Anyway, that's a thought for taking care of this weekend - perhaps a short hike around Sawnee Mountain will do the trick. One week the Pumpkin Patch - the next week, the world!

Summer Musings

I'll have to add the cute 4th of July pic of Lauren later once we have the weekend's pictures uploaded onto the desktop. I keep thinking that things will slow down with Lauren, but every weekend there seems to be something going on. This summer, every day has something going on because we're playing Good Samaritan host to a recent UGA Law graduate that Billy knew from law school. She is currently working as a solicitor for the County which means that even though her husband and her house is in Athens, she has to work in Cumming - all while trying to study for the Bar Exam. We had plenty of space and knew she would not be a burden at all (she's more single-minded than me when it comes to studying and thinking she's going to fail a test) and that has been true so far. It has been great to have her husband visit on the weekends, because he is a awesome cook and has given me some new ideas for cooking meals which is always appreciated.

I think Richard had the right of it when he said that becoming a parent turns you into a cry baby. March of Dimes ads featuring pictures of preemie babies? Tears. Cute kids singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" while holding a nylon chain thingy linking them all together so they don't get lost while walking around the Georgia Pacific lobby? Tears and goofy smiles. Stories about other, older kids hurting little babies Lauren's age? Horror and tears. And now I think all kids are cute as can be, even when they look like Elmer Fudd. And then tonight, I noticed I walked into her room no fewer than five times in the two hours since she fell asleep, just to put my hand on her chest so I could make sure she was still breathing. I thought people who acted like that were silly and dumb, but I get it now. I know that she'll have absolutely no idea that her parents worried over her as an infant when she's mad at us for disciplining her at some point in the future, but I wish that she could know and understand it all her life. Instead, she'll have to wait until she's a mom herself to truly understand. Hopefully we'll be around still to see it and share a secret smile when we see her doing to her child what we did with her. Anyway, I figure all that means that Lauren has turned me into a better, more compassionate human being and that can't be bad at all.

We start serious sleep training this weekend. We've been wrapping her in a Miracle Blanket every night, but this week she has really perfected rolling over on to her stomach...but still can't get back onto her back. That becomes a problem when she routinely gets her arms unwrapped from the MB each morning and can end up on her stomach with the blanket ends getting wrapped around her in all manner of twists, so we're being forced to graduate her to the sleep sack. I'm sure that's going to result in quite a bit of crying, which I hateto have to listen to, but she's got to learn how to soothe herself and put herself to sleep...without a pacifier...sooner rather than later. The sleep training is going to be the first real parenting that we will have had to do so far. That's incredible considering that she's almost five months old, but she's been a ridiculoulsy easy kid so far.

Back to Work

Wow - has it really been 10 weeks since Lauren was born already? Pretty much. It's crazy, but in the first couple of weeks, and even sometimes during the last few weeks, I've been eagerly awaiting the day that I would go back to work. Not for the sake of going back to work and getting back to selling space on Evergreen vessels. Just for the camaraderie of the office and being with adults again. I love Lauren to death and I know I'm going to miss her terribly while I'm at work - I'll be lucky if I can even concentrate on work I'll be thinking about her so much, but there's really only so much one person can do with an infant day in and day out. Stay at home moms are tremendous people - I don't know how they do it. Maybe you just have to be wired that way to effortlessly take care of a child all alone for hours on end.

I know that going to daycare is going to be better for Lauren than staying with me all day every day. She'll have other kids to interact with and adults who are trained in working with infants to give them developmentally appropriate activities throughout the day to stimulate them. I think I've done a pretty good job so far, but it is exhausting both physically and mentally and there is always the worry that I could be doing more. Really, it's like teaching my classes again, but on a much more personal level where my failures affect my own child, and that's terrifying to me.

What wasn't terrifying to me was this weekend. My parents came down early on Friday so that I could go out to participate in Hema's Mehndi prior to her and Anuj's wedding on Sunday. The last time I had henna applied to my hand was in Morocco when I paid to have it done, with no particular event to accompany it other than my presence in Morocco. This time I found it to be very special because I was helping a friend celebrate her upcoming wedding to a guy that I think is a great friend in his own right and will be a wonderful husband to her. High maintenance, perhaps, but they will be happy together. I was one of three non-Indians there, which made me appreciate the evening even more because all of Hema's friends and family really welcomed us into the event, when they could have just left us on our own. There's nothing quite like sitting in a small room on a blanket-covered floor with Indian music blaring while everyone trades tales and greetings in mixtures of English and Hindi.

The wedding day was a piece of work, that's for sure. It started at 7:45 in the morning for me as Billy and I had to go to Hema's house so that her aunt could help get me dressed in one of Hema's saris. Tuhina had lent me some of her wedding-appropriate clothing, but Hema was really eager for us to wear sarees and eagerly insisted that we see if any of her stuff would fit. I look like I should be going to a Tennessee football game...except that the saree would never fit in at a football game. We got dressed and drove to the venue where we met up with Anuj's brother and sister-in-law who were leading Anuj's baraat. Alcohol would have made it easier to let loose and really dance it out in the middle of the street, but Indian pop music once again makes dancing easier. I wish I could have seen the looks on people's faces when they drove by our group dancing and cheering in the middle of the street in downtown Atlanta on a rainy Sunday morning, but I was too busy trying to not tear off my saree that I didn't really see what was going on around us.

The rest of the wedding ceremony went much as Tuhina and Karl's did, which was nice because I actually had a clue about what was going on thanks to my previous experience. Pumping breastmilk in a public bathroom in a borrowed saree was something I would have never thought I would have to do, but I can now say that it can be done, if not easily.

The couple left the wedding venue at 2:00 (keep in mind everything started at 9:00 am), and Billy and I went home to change for the reception (well, I changed clothes - Billy stayed in the outfit Anuj lent him). At the reception (which started at 6:00), Billy gave the greeting to the guests in Gujarati (I will probably never forget those four lines for the rest of my life, I heard them practiced so much), and then we sat through three hours of introductions, speeches, roasts and skits - complete with Bollywood musical numbers. The skit was actually really amazing as were the dances. Unfortunately, at 9:00, the food just beginning to be served and Billy had to be at work early this morning, so we had to leave before eating (just like we did for Tuhina and Karl's wedding). One day, I'll actually get to eat great Indian food at an Indian wedding. I'll just have to find more Indian friends first.

7 Week Update

Wow. I can't believe that we just hit the 7-week mark today. And to think that 7 weeks ago, I was crying because I couldn't possibly conceive of taking care of an infant. Today, I tote her around everywhere I go and for the past week or so, I've actually not been dreading full days with her. In the beginning, Lauren was so...asleep. When she was awake, she still couldn't really do anything because she was barely able to -see- anything. Her world awareness was eat, stay awake - sort of - and hurry up back to sleep for another hour or so before starting all over again.

Last week, all that changed and she continues to change through this week. Week 6 is supposed to be the most difficult in regards to fussiness, but she still didn't really fuss at all. In fact, she began to fuss less...she took better naps without crying beforehand and was more aware during the daytime hours. She has begun to interact more with her toys and with people around her, so I've been trying to get her out of the house and in public as much as possible - even a trip to the tire store to get tires on the Avalon replaced was great fun.

Today we went to the Alpharetta Greenway (which is quite nice) and had a nice lunch al fresco - she from a bottle, me from Chik-fil-A. When we got home, she had a nice nap and spent pretty much the rest of the day laughing and smiling and having a good time as we took a walk around the block. She is definitely fussier at night - I changed her schedule a little tonight (instead of a snack at 7, I fed her at 8 and changed her into PJs - not her Miracle Blanket). She's been sleeping through till 4:00 if she eats at 9, so I'm trying to see if she'll do the same if she eats at 8ish. Normally, she doesn't cry at all going to bed at 9:00 or 9:30, but tonight, she has been wailing since 8:40. I never thought I would be able to let a child of mine "cry it out" but I've been trying Dr. Weissbluth's sleep training methods (already at 6 weeks) and she's actually cried very little overall and sleeps pretty much through the night already.

Granted, she is drooling like a fiend which means that we might be expecting teeth in the next couple of months. That is also evident in the fact that in the past couple of days, Lauren's been treating my breasts like a chew toy which is far from pleasant...and all that right after she and I finally had the nursing thing down to a painfree experience. Oh well - the sacrifices we make for our kids. She'll know what I went through one day, but she'll still tell me she hates me one day in the future.

In the meantime, I'll take all the smiles and new lessons (like rolling over from her stomach to her back) and store them up as tight as possible. Perhaps it's time to write her a 7-week update as well...