Lazy Days...

Let's be honest here - no days are really "lazy days" when you have a baby. But what that really translates to is "day after day after day in the apartment". Summertime keeps rolling on by here in the desert - mostly it rolls on by our windows because it's way too hot for it to roll by in person outside! But being in the apartment means lots of time to take pictures of Analiese and to revisit pictures that never made it into the blog. So this post is dedicated to some of our favorite pictures of our favorite girl:

This first series of pictures I will title, "Going, Going, Gone!" They were taken when we first moved in. Analiese and I were sitting in the U-Haul, waiting for Kevin to finalize the paperwork for our apartment. I took all three in about a 60-second period of time. Apparently she takes after her daddy in the sleep department...

Whenever we visit Tehachapi, we always take a little time to visit my Nana at her house. Even though she is usually present at family events, it's easier for us to have a conversation when it's one on one. My Pop-Pop passed away in November of 2009 and so I usually sit on his chair, with Analiese in my lap, when we are visiting. On one of our last visits, I sat Analiese by herself while I ran to help my Nana with something. When I turned around, it was so cute, I had to snap a picture. I call this one, "Pop Pop's Chair". I wish he could have been able to hold her in person, but this is the next best thing.
My youngest brother, Jared, recently graduated from a nursing program. We went to Tehachapi to attend his graduation. His girlfriend, Kelsey, flew out from Florida as a surprise to him. Our joke is that Jared's graduation was really just an excuse, as the real reason she flew out was to see Analiese. I love these pictures of them.

Although Analiese is obviously still a baby (at just 4 months old), it is amazing how her face is losing the pure baby look and beginning to show signs of the little girl who is emerging. When we packed to move into the studio (ha!) we put a ton of stuff in storage that we knew we wouldn't have room for - and this big bear was one of them. We wanted to take a picture of her with him as they probably won't meet again for another year or so. This was taken right before Memorial Day weekend and you can see how much her baby face has changed since then.

Analiese has learned to roll over from her back to her front. She is quite pleased with herself as this next pictures demonstrates. Well, she is pleased with herself for about 5.6 seconds, at which point she starts howling with frustration because she has yet to learn how to roll herself back over. We are hoping that next step comes soon because large portions of our day are now spent having to finally roll her back over when her wails have reached a certain decibel level. The minute we help her out - she rolls right back over on her stomach and the cycle begins again. l leave you with this last picture I call, "Analiese Smiles".

The Mother-In-Law Visit

In traditional American Folklore, the Mother-in-Law visit is a dreaded event. Thankfully for me, I have the world's best Mother-in-Law. We were very excited to host her and Kevin's niece, Kenrda, for a week back in June. We had barely brushed the box dust off our hands before they were here to remind us that there is life after moving. It was an especially meaningful visit since they both live in Kentucky and were coming out to meet Analiese for the first time.




Analiese was thrilled to be entertained twenty-four hours a day during their visit. No bouncy chair for her that week! At any given moment she had an adoring Nana or Auntie to cuddle her up. Here she is with her Nana.










Kendra insists that she is not really a "kid person" and certainly isn't going to have any of her own. However, whenever Analiese gave the slightest indication of unhappiness, her Auntie Kendra was right there to coo and sympathize with her. So she might not be a "kid person", but she certainly is an "Analiese Person".











Analiese's Aunt Mary Beth, Uncle Kurt, and cousins, Lauren and Lila, live in (relatively) nearby Riverside. They came to meet us for lunch in Palm Springs. It was fun to get to see them. The drive to Palm Springs was a first for us and we enjoyed seeing the cute little desert towns between here and there.









Mary Beth brought us a bag full of sun hats and other fun summer accessories for little girls. They are certainly necessary around here! Analiese doesn't seem to mind them at all and they sure look adorable on her.







San Diego is a little over 2 hours from where we are so we decided to take a little road trip. The fastest way to get there entails a rather windy road through the San Jacinto mountains. Our Kentuckyians are used to green green green so these rugged desert-scapes were something new for them. Here are Brenda, Kevin, and Kendra at one of the look out spots.




Since Kevin and I don't really know our way around San Diego, we decided to spend the day on the "Hop On Hop Off Trolley". It was great! We only had to find one parking space and then spent the rest of the day being driven all around the San Diego hot spots, listening to the entertaining drivers share San Diego history and fun facts. We were able to get off wherever we wanted to spend a little more time looking around, and then we could hop back on to the next trolley that came along. It was a great way to see Old Historic Downtown, Balboa Park, Coronado Island, etc. etc.


The Trolley goes over the bridge to Coronado Island and although you can't tell (the photographer missed at her aim of artistic bridge view scenery in the background...) - this is Brenda and Kendra with gorgeous ocean and the San Diego skyline behind them.










Here are Kevin and Analiese enjoying the view. It was SO nice to be outside for a whole day in sunny, breezy, 70-degree, San Diego weather. If only it were just a wee bit closer...

We are ready for Kevin's company to start acquiring vacation homes there so we can manage the San Diego division (it never hurts to dream, right??!?).






We spent so many fun days together laughing, talking, eating good food, shopping, watching movies and being spoiled in each others' company. It was very sad to see them go but we can't wait to visit them in Kentucky - - soon, we hope!

Three Month Milestones...

We have been told by several people, "Just wait until she gets to Three Months! That's when it gets good." I have to admit that there is something pretty special about the Three Month marker. It's as if Analiese is finally able to take all that she has synthesized & internalized over the past few months and assemble it all interactively. Here are some pictures and videos of the things that have developed just in the last few weeks:

After a couple of months of separation, Analiese wasn't very clear on what role Kevin played in her life. We thought that bottle feeding would serve as a "Power Bonding Tool". So I have started pumping, Kevin has started feeding, and Analiese is learning how to drink from a bottle (and that her mother isn't the only person she depends on around here!).

Analiese is starting to vocalize more and is learning that she can control her own hands to reach for things. (Marshall can't imagine that I would want to video tape or take pictures of anything without him in it...so it's either allow him in frames or spend a video saying, "Marshall!! Move over!!")

With vocalizing comes all sorts of mouth mechanics that need to be learned. What repertoire of mouth sounds would be complete without raspberries? Mimicking is also an important learning tool so Analiese had fun imitating her Aunt Ale using Analiese's new favorite sound.

This is by no means a milestone. Analiese has been falling asleep since Day 1!! But, this is the first time she has ever fallen asleep while sitting up on the couch. I guess all that abdominal exercise involved in the learning process wiped her out.

I think the best thing about the Three Month marker is that it really feels like Analiese is able to communicate with us and that she appreciates being communicated with. It makes parenting even more fulfilling and rewarding. Here is a picture of Analiese smiling into the eyes of her 95-year old Great Nana.

Three Months

It's been three months since our sweet girl was born. She is still as mellow, happy, sweet, and patient as she was when she was born. Here is a list of ways she is different from the day she was born.

Analiese can:

1) smile
2) stand up on her legs, with a little help for balance
3) recognize our faces
4) coo and imitate certain sounds
5) hold her head up and look all around
6) ride in a car without crying the whole time
7) sleep for four hours at a time at night (sometimes five!)
8) reach out and grab things
9) suck her thumb
10) almost giggle

Why Me??

I am sure that everyone can relate to "Why Me?" scenarios. Lately, I feel like I've been immersed in a whole forest full of "Why-Me" trees.

It all started out when I was on bed rest. That alone was a "Why Me?" Then, through a series of cosmically linked events, my husband was offered a great job - - - 200+ miles away - - - and he had to start immediately. "Why Me?" (side note: Actually - when I think about it, this all started in the "Why Me?" moment when Kevin lost his job at a great Cafe when it closed. He ended up having to work in St. John, USVI for four months....where he met his current boss). Anyway, I have to admit I threw quite a pity party for myself as I laid there in bed, surrounded by copies of O Magazines and crinkled packages of Hershey's Bars with Almonds. But I pulled myself up by my maternity boot straps and thought about how "this too shall pass" and all the other garbage one says to oneself to emotionally survive these kinds of things.

Then Kevin's job turned out to be so busy and successful that the original plan of "Kevin will be home 2 days a week to be with us and help pack up the house" turned into, "Kevin won't be comin' home at all girlfriend, so pack up the house and visit him in between times!". That was a definite, "Why Me?"

Anyone who has moved knows firsthand that moving, in and of itself, is one big series of, "Why Me?" moments so I'll spare you those details. And moving with a newborn, while you are mostly all alone, just compounds the issue. But the ultimate, "Why Me?" moment occurred on June 2.

As you are aware from my previous post, my family was kind enough to move all of our stuff down to Palm Desert where Kevin met them at a storage unit. Most of our stuff went into storage and the rest was moved into the studio Kevin had been renting for the previous two months. I had the brilliant idea that if we sucked it up, taking advantage of Analiese's lack of mobility, we could stay in the studio for a while to get ahead financially. Isn't that responsible??? Doesn't that sound like a smart plan?? Plus, after two months of dealing with packing, schlepping, new mommy-ing, and running around like a crazy woman, the thought of only having one large space to deal with sounded great!

Well - on June 1, Analiese and I arrived with the last of the stuff we wanted to keep with us in the studio. Although we were surrounded by piles of boxes and unsorted junk - we basked in the glow of our reunion and the knowledge that we were done moving for a while. Whew! It felt great....for about 19 hours.

Fast forward to mid-day June 2nd, when my husband enters the door with a stricken look on his face and says, "You won't believe this. But I just talked to Landlady X and she said we can consider ourselves 30-Day Noticed because she has changed her mind and doesn't want a family with 2 cars here. She wants to rent it to a single person."

THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE MY EMOTIONS IN THIS MOMENT - - I will leave them unwritten.

Sooooo after two-months of packing, and organizing, and cleaning - all with the needs of a newborn in the mix - I got to pack, and organize and clean - all with a newborn in the mix - all over again. On one hand, we had 30 days to find a place. On the other hand we were surrounded by boxes of unpacked, disorganized chaos which made it difficult to stand up, move, or sit down without rearranging at least 10 things into a new configuration. The only real option was to find somewhere, find it fast, and get the heck out of Dodge (or DeAnza Way).

After 10 days of answering Craigslist adds, trying to sell ourselves to perspective landlords, trying to find the next 'perfect' spot - we found a 2-bedroom, 2 bath apartment in a nice complex.

We rented a U-Haul (again), loaded it up (again), and unloaded it (again). Even Analiese, our ever-sweet-and-mellow girl couldn't smile about this one (as evidenced by her expression in the U-haul in the picture at left). Apartment life was not what either of us were looking for but after what we have been through these past three months - it feels like a little slice of heaven.

Kevin, Carrie, Analiese, Marshall the dog, and Clover the parakeet are now settling in FOR REAL in our new home. Let's keep our fingers crossed that this one lasts...

...because we are exhausted!!

Is it me, or is "Moving" synonymous with "Torture"?

Well - get out your packing tape, your bubble wrap, and head on over to our place because boy do I have some work for YOU! Anyone who has known me for more than a handful of years is familiar with the following quote:

If I am sent to hell when I die, it will be called "Moving" and I will have to pack up boxes, load it all up, unload it, and unpack it for eternity"

I hate it. It's horrible. And I have done it so many times. In my most recent count, I realized that including the dorm years in college, I have moved 15 times since I turned 18. This makes 16.

Thankfully, I have had some help along the way. Most especially, my father-in-law Bill flew in from Kentucky and our friend, Seth, from Sonoma county drove down to meet Kevin here for three days. Their mission was to do some of the hard core packing in the Man Cave, the wood shop, the storage shed, etc. It was the dirty, heavy, outdoor stuff that is hard for me to get to with Analiese. Here are some pictures of those generous souls and the evidence of their hard work.

Here's Papaw Bill working hard....wait! What the heck?







Well - we'll scroll down here to our friend Seth at least he is...um...er...






Jeez Louise! Isn't anybody working around here?







Hmmm... Okay. Well -thankfully, Kevin came home with Papaw Bill and Seth, so we'll see what he is packing...





No help there.













I think my family just showed up to help so we'll see what they are up to...





I guess all that hard work made everybody hungry!







Okay. Okay. I admit, the power of editing changes everything. The men did a fantastic job - muddling their way through dust, spiders/webs, and miscellaneous cockroach infestations in our storage boxes...blech! And they did the work that I had no interest in being a part of . It was a huge help and it was so wonderful to spend time with them. We miss them!!!





Here is Papaw Bill spending some time with his new granddaughter.











And here are three generations of Thompsons right before they had to drive back to La Quinta.








Once they left, the Whittier clan stepped in to help. My mom came day after day to spend time with Analiese so that I could get things done. When it became clear that I wasn't going to get things done in time, she split her time between helping me to entertain Analiese and helping me to pack up whatever was on my list for that day. It was a life saver.




Memorial Day weekend arrived in Tehachapi on a gust of wind - along with some rain, sleet, and even a bit of snow! But the family trucked on and filled up the Uhaul we rented. Thank goodness Uhaul was out of the size we ordered and had to comp us the next size up - - as evidenced by the finished product - - stuffed to the brim!














Here are, Adam, Ale, and Jared, ready to drive down to 90 degree Palm Desert...what a difference a couple hundred miles make! Our parakeet Clover, and our dog, Marshall, rode along with Granna Nancy in her car to stay in the new place for the rest of the days that I was home wrapping things up.



After the truck rolled away, I had the pleasure of cleaning the house :-) However, I am a very blessed girl and the day before we needed to be out of the house, my Yoga Tribe rallied the troops. They helped me clean the house from top to bottom - even the baseboards, back of the oven, and window sills were wiped spic and span. I neglected to take a picture (which drives me nuts b/c I had the camera!!!) - but a huge thank you goes out to Shanan, Barbara, Howard, Sally, Ginger, Jodi, Connie, and Andrea. Without you, I would still be in there cleaning and muttering angrily to myself about the pro-rated June rent we would have to pay!

It was a very sad farewell to the house on F Street. If we could have rolled it on over to La Quinta, we would have. It was a farewell to many things: the first home we lived in as a married couple, the home our beloved dog Tilley was lost from, a home that served many cups of tea, several dinner parties, and most of all, the home where our first child was born. We thank our little F Street House for being a good one!

(insert melody) "Waking Up Is Hard To Dooooo"

For weeks I have meant to keep my camera near the bed so that I could record some snippets of Analiese waking up...or attempting to wake up. It normally takes a full 15 - 20 minutes for her to go from her first stirrings to her eyes wide open and alert. The middle portion is very entertaining.

Finally, I caught her waking up from a nap the other day and, to spare you a full 15 - 20 minute viewing session, I recorded three 1 - 1.5 minute clips of the process. Never fear when the crying starts - I'm not mean, I've just learned what's coming next...

Enjoy!