Resolving Timeline Issues

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Alternate title: adding to my bid for the Mother of the Year Award.

Awhile back, we did this to babyproof the TV stand so she wouldn’t whack her head against it, or if she did, it wouldn’t hurt in the same way that tempered, 3/4 inch glass hurts when it collides with a skull:

We thought we were all Clever, and Frugal, and Repurposing with it. It’s just foam insulation that you put around water pipes.

Today I removed it because the Poptart decided it would be a good thing to eat.

That foam, incidentally, does not digest. Just like band-aids.

Since the Poptart is a standy baby and is 18lbs and change and my arms are feeble get sore holding her up, we got borrowed a rather ancient exersaucer from the neighbour:

She liked it well enough but seemed to get bored of it pretty quickly. She did seem to like bouncing in it, although she had to work pretty hard to get it moving.

I remembered that friends of ours had a fairly cool exersaucer/jumper combination thing for their son (who is 13 months). So I emailed her and asked her what brand, etc. it was

So she emails me back, and tells me its the Fisher Price Precious Planet one and did we want to borrow theirs since their son isn’t using it anymore.

You bet we did. It matches her high chair too:

She liked it well enough and it kept her entertained for a few minutes when we first put it together.

The thing on the front is actually a music box that lights up when she bounces in it. The bottom panel underneath has five screws and it takes 3 AA batteries.

Sidenote: what is it with these baby toys and things taking three batteries? 4.5volts? WTF? the baby monitor, the kick ‘n play and this thing all take THREE batteries. We have rechargeables, but you can only recharge them 2 by 2. Also, the screws in the panel covers = EVIL.

So the other night we brought it home and Darren put it together and put three batteries in the music box. When he came up from downstairs, he told me we needed more batteries because all he could find were the cheap ones. I assumed he meant the Kirkland (costco) brand.

And the music box didn’t really work. It didn’t light up and it just kind of grumbled. I just sort of assumed it was busted, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, etc.

Today I remarked to Darren that the music box didn’t seem to work. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s kind of broken.”

“Or it could just be the cheap batteries.”

Its a good thing I went to Costco yesterday and picked up a pack of batteries.

So I unscrewed the panel, took out the cheap batteries and they weren’t the Kirkland ones. They were the direct-from-some-developing-nation batteries of a brand you’ve never heard of that came with some remote control or something. And they’d been dead for awhile already.


And then I went out and bought rechargeable batteries. And wine. Because we are brilliant like that. Remind me to tell you about the leaky shower sometime.

The Scene: watching the Poptart laying on the floor playing with the frame of her bouncy chair (the cover was being washed)

Darren: She’s just absolutely fascinated with that. Who knew?
Me: Well, it’ll be like toys she’ll get: she’ll be more interested in the box than the toy.
Darren: You know what that means? We can take toys she already has and make them disappear a couple of weeks in advance, rewrap them and give them to her. It’ll be like all brand new toys.
Me: She won’t always have the memory of a goldfish. Eventually she’ll be too smart for that kind of thing.
Darren: Yeah, but until then, any toy is fair game! Regifting at its finest!

So I’m hoping that we’ve passed a hurdle here. And I’m really hoping that by posting this I’m not totally jinxing this.

Back when she was about 3 weeks old, the Poptart started sleeping in 4 hour stretches. Which was great, especially when she slept through the period from 12am to 4am. If she could do that, I could do the rest because really, I just don’t do 3am well.

There was one weekend where on Friday night, she slept from from 12:30 to 7:30, Saturday night from 1-8 and Sunday night from 9:30 to 4:30. That Was Fantastic.

(Then the next night she stayed up til 3am, but oh well)

Then there was one night where I totally earned my Mother of the Year award because I was sleeping with her in the extra bedroom and had put the bassinet in the bed with me, right next to my head, and promptly passed out. I woke up about an hour later to Darren standing over me and picking her up because she was screaming. And had been for half an hour. That I’d slept through even though she was right next to me. And Darren had heard her. From 2 floors away. So there was two of the three of us sobbing. That was a Not Good Moment.

She was in no danger – she just had bad gas and belched about 8 times and farted twice when Darren picked her up. And as a rather wise mother of three told me the next week, “Its okay. Your body was doing what it needed to do that was the best for both of you. That’s why there are generally two people involved when it comes to making a baby.”

Yesterday, she turned 6 weeks old. For the last week or so she’s been sleeping from about 10pm to 5am or 11pm to 6am.

And now you can hate me.

Our biggest issue right now is transitioning her to the crib. She’s about 12 lbs now and the bassinet only goes up to 17lbs. And she’s almost too long for the bassinet.

Oh and that she doesn’t really nap in the afternoon.

Have one of these:



The Poptart (Shannon Cynthia)
8lb 9oz, 22 inches.
And really big shoulders.

This is her getting VERY VERY ANGY about her first bath.

While over at friends’ house for dinner last night (the have a 7 month old):

Me: Yeah, for swimming lessons, Darren gets to go because I will be THAT parent that I warn my candidates about.
Darren: And if she gets into hockey you can be Sarah Palin!

I admire a man who likes to live dangerously.

November 2020


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