Archive for August, 2010

Milk mafia

We had a lovely BBQ today with some of the first people E ever met. Her Wisconsin-in-DC milk mafia:

Aunt Kelly.

Aunt Anne.

Skeptical of Uncle Andrew. We missed a picture of our other Uncle Andrew, but that’s because he was cooking.

Miss E’s wardrobe

 

Months 0-3. Surprisingly hard to pack away.

But especially the strawberry ruffle butt, bought on sale long before you arrived. In case (I knew) you were a girl.

Five months!

This month, Ellie:

  • Braved her first (and second) blackout(s) when we lost power for multipe days. During the first storm, we all piled in the basement on night one, but headed to the nanny share family’s house for the second night. And during the second storm, we headed over to G Street to give our friends some baby girl preview time.
  • Met Katie, Abby and Emma Dole (and their brave parents, Sam and Jen who drove from Boston for a visit.)
  • Met another baby, Seelye, for every other Friday in the nanny share.
  • Had her four-month doctor’s appointment where her shots were not nearly as traumatic as at two months. She is about twice her birth weight.
  • Had a quick visit from Grandma & Grandpa from Cascade.
  • Started rolling and rolling and rolling some more.
  • Became a much more prolific giggler and babbler.
  • Has a very strong grip. She knows how to take her bink out … but not yet how to put it back in.
  • Wriggled out of her sleepsack resulting in the first time we walked in to a baby on her stomach in her crib one morning.
  • Runs her legs. All. the. time.
  • Graduated to this jumperoo (although her feet just barely touch the floor.)

Here is a smiley video and a waking up video.

See July photos here.
See August photos here.

Happy five months, little bean!

The market that loses moms

Here is a great take on the recent story in The New York Times about our economy punishing mothers. This in particular jumped out:

“I must stress here that it seems that many of the very brightest, most ambitious women are the first to go. These are the women who sat in the front row, dazzled professors with their insights, the ones with huge red A+ marks on the term papers littering their dorm rooms. Perhaps they leave first because they are the smartest: long before the rest of us numb-nuts, they see the writing on the corporate wall that there is no way to “balance” kids and career in our rabidly capitalistic, Caucasian-male-dominated economy.”

Back to work: an update

I’ve been meaning to update on my going-back-to-work anxieties pretty much since coming back to work — four weeks ago today. If I could just finish .. anything. Or remember what I was going to say in the first place.

We got off to a pretty rocky start. But after a week of single parenting and a two-day power outage, we were finally able to start getting into a little bit of a routine.

Generally, it’s going fine. Fine as in … I’ve made it to work every day so far. I’ve only been late to get E once, and only by a few minutes. The dogs didn’t get picked up and had to stay overnight at daycare only once. No one has been (knock knock) sick. Just very, very tired.

But there is a lot of everyday stuff that just doesn’t get done. Returning phone calls and e-mails. Going to the gym (and with the heat always hovering around the 100-degree mark means it is pretty much the only hope for working out.) Making any food that is more complicated than using a few buttons or one pan.

Some things did work, and I would recommend them to anyone coming back from leave:

  • Start midweek instead of on a Monday to ease back in as much as possible.
  • Freeze a few weeks of meals so you don’t need to do much weeknight cooking.
  • Take baby to her nanny or daycare for a few times in the weeks ahead of your return to work, including at least one or two “full” days. Get a massage and a haircut or whatever is relaxing. Not only does it help to have your meltdown in advance of actually having to focus on work, it helps to have a few days to figure out how much milk baby will drink during a full day.  
  • Stockpile and freeze as much milk as possible so that making sure you have enough for the next day right out of the gate isn’t such a pressure.
  • Block pump time on your calendar — and then stick to it just like any other meeting. As one colleague noted: “Pumping 3x a day at work feels like I’m almost always pumping – have you noticed that?” It’s because trying to fit it in three times a day pretty much means you are always pumping.

Lastly, hold on.

Class of ’32


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