Back Breaker!

My daughter is stubborn...or maybe a better way to describe her is "particular". As I've mentioned in previous posts, she hates the car seat. That being said, that also means that she dislikes the stroller because as of right now she has to be in the car seat to be in the stroller. I have tried to put her in the stroller without the infant seat, facing forward in the "real" stroller seat, but after about ten minutes she is fussy and crying and basically a pain in the tush. BUT, if I wear her, or if Marc wears her, facing out in the Baby Bjorn...she is happier than a pig in you-know-what. I don' t know if it is because she is close to us, higher up off the ground and able to look around, or not in a seated position that makes her like it so much, but the Bjorn is really only supposed to hold babies up to 22 pounds...and she is nearly 18 pounds! I take AT LEAST one walk a day with her, if not more, and whenever I go to the store I wear her. Needless to say, I am going to have linebacker shoulders and neck muscles by the time she is too big for this thing! My husband and I always "fight" over who will get to wear her in the store because people fawn over her and we kinda like it (yeah, just a little), but I can only have her on me for so long before my back and neck start to hurt. She's not exactly a featherweight. Soon she'll have to figure out that Mommy is not a pack-mule and she's going to have to suck it up and deal with the stroller...or maybe I'm going to have to suck it up and stop caving in. Hmmm...I wonder if that might have something to do with it. :-)

A Much Needed Night Out (kind of)

In the last five and three-quarter months since my daughter's birth, my husband and I have gone out exactly three times: once for our one-year anniversary (yes, we got pregnant on our honeymoon), once for my 31st birthday and tonight just for fun. Granted, we only went to Applebee's and we went for dinner at 4:30pm (Yay- early bird special!), but it was nice just the same. My mom took the baby for 2 hours and we went and munched on some Spinach-Artichoke Dip and some burgers and just hung out with one another. It's funny that we ended up talking about the baby's poop...I mean, seriously? Even when I'm out, I'm thinking and worrying about Isabelle...ah, parenthood. Tomorrow, my close friend is coming into town and we are supposed to be going to visit some other friends (one of whom is visiting from L.A) and the somewhat nerve-wracking decision I have to make it whether or not to bring Isabelle with me. Now, if she took the bottle, this wouldn't even be an issue. But, since my beautiful and wonderful daughter so stubbornly refuses to take the bottle, I am in a bit of a pickle. Choice #1 is to bring her with me and risk her being a hot mess because she hates the car seat so much and will probably miss a nap. Choice #2 is to leave her home with Daddy, knowing that she won't take the bottle and feeling guilty the whole time because I'll know that she's hungry and probably giving Daddy a hard time. I guess we'll see what happens tomorrow.













"What do you mean you're going out?"