Playtime

So, since Sabrina is already two months old, I've been a little concerned that she hasn't been playing with any toys yet. She hasn't said any words or read Pippi Longstocking yet either, but I'll save those concerns for later. At Spencer's soccer game last night, Sabrina finally started playing with the frog on her car seat. Well, she at least held it in her hands (and mouth) when I put it there.

Sabrina has also been forced to do some tummy time. The other day, she rolled over. At least, she wiggled over, sort of downhill, when she was lying on the bed. We all have to start somewhere. She makes lots of cute, indignant noises when she's on her tummy.

Now, apropos of nothing at all, why do so many cute baby clothes come just as tops or onsies? Babies are so much cuter when they have full on clothes! I have a million tops and onsies, but only six bottoms, and they all came with tops. I was forced to go buy a few bottoms today at Kid to Kid. I love the 99 cent clothes there! There. Rant over.

Up in the Night

Here are some things I worry about when I'm up in the night, which happens at least twice these days.

What if Sabrina's ears stick out?
What if she doesn't like me?
What if we spend thousands of dollars on cello lessons, and she decides to play bass in punk band? And wear all black?
What if she's not breathing right now?
What if she hates soccer?
What if she hates to READ?
What if we go on a fabulous family vacation to Japan and the whole time she is grumpy because she is a teenager and would rather be in Ogden with her boyfriend? Ew, boyfriend.

There are a lot more, but these are the most pressing right now. Moms, please let me know you all had fears like these! She just is so perfect now, but hey, I'm a middle school teacher. I know what she will become! (Not that I don't like my students. I do. I just give them back at 3:30. I don't have to make them clean their rooms or even do homework. I just get to bug them and talk to them about cool stuff like civil rights and WWII. What's so bad about that?)

When Sabrina went to the doctor, we found that she now weighs 9 lbs. 1 1/2 oz. Mom says she heard babies want to be 8 pounds, but once Sabrina hit 9 pounds she really slowed down the eating. I guess she's done with a growth spurt now. I'm a little disappointed, though, that some of her 0-3 month clothes don't fit. I think it's partly because she is long and skinny instead of chubby, so her pants fall off sometimes.

It occurs to me that I should have named my blog "All About Tiny." Maybe when she's a little older I won't be so obsessed. Maybe.

This is the same little pose that I have in an ultrasound. More proof that she is the same person that was once inside me!

As if we needed another reason to cry...

Sabrina is just getting over her first cold, so we had to find a new way to torture her. Naturally, I figured sticking her with pointy objects would work, but as we now use disposable diapers rather than cloth, I was temporarily stumped (no handy pins). Then, I figured, why torture her myself, if there are experts? So I took her to the pediatrician, where (to torture me) they made us wait for an hour, and (to torture her) gave her some shots. Poor baby! She's alternated between fussy and sleepy all afternoon.


Here are some pictures of Sabrina practicing her judo. Thank goodness I didn't try to give her the shots myself!

I TOLD you so

That's right, I'm up for the second time tonight. The sleeping doesn't come so easily when you have a poopy diaper and a stuffy nose, does it? Thank heavens for those bulb things that let you *ahem* clear out a baby's nose. It's sort of fun, in a disgusting sort of way. Of course, I think being a dental hygenist would be fun, in the same sort of way. Poor Sabrina.

In happier (and cuter) news, Cheri and I finished Sabrina's birth announcements and I got them printed out yesterday. I just want to say that Costco's online photo center is the worst EVER. After spending about 30 minutes in growing frustration, I finally went to the Inkley's website. Much easier to navigate, but you can't crop your own photos there. So they did it wrong. So I went in person to Costco, hoping their gross incompetence...okay, MINE...would be alleviated by my actual presence. Not so. They don't let you pick the cropping at their store either. Fine. I went to Inkley's (again), cropped my announcements and photos the way I wanted them, and now everyone is happy. HAPPY! Anyway, here's the finished product.

And here is Sabrina preparing for her appearance in court. Cute, eh?

Poor Tiny One

The tiny baby got sick last night. Her little nose is clogged up, poor thing. No wonder she was so fussy yesterday--it must have been coming on. Fortunately, she's still pretty!

We go walking some mornings with the local Baby Brigade of moms in the neighborhoood, including Julianne. A couple of mornings ago we got home, and, dripping with sweat, I took Sabrina out of the stroller. She, not have exercised, was cold. Yesterday I made sure she was dressed warmly, including a hat. Then she was so cute I had to find my camera and take a picture of her, making us late to the Parade of Babies. Well, it was worth it. See?


When I dressed her later, I found an outfit I thought was a 0-3 month, but was actually a newborn. Sigh. I don't know if you can tell, but it has bees on it. Eat your heart out, Emily. I also thought I'd decorate her a little. I love this little headband. It reminds me of an 18th century turban, the way it fits her.

The Crying Game

After yet another frustrating night of Sabrina refusing to go back to sleep (especially frustrating since she went to bed so easily), I decided to let her cry it out at 3 a.m. It's harder to do when you're not watching TV! Anyway, it took about 30 minutes before she decided to give up and let us all get some sleep. After getting a good seven hours of sleep, I'm feeling almost...smug. A sure sign that disaster is about to strike.

Last night, during feedings, I played with a new toy: scrapblogger.com. I have a bunch of pictures from the Froerer Family Olympics that I wanted to share but didn't want to pay to print out. Solution? Online scrapbooking! I like actually having scrapbooks in my hands rather than online, I think, but online is perfect for something like this.

Well, as I have no more anecdotes, humorous or otherwise, here are some more pictures.



With Grandma and The Bodester


With Grandpa, her future favorite person. We're all jealous.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

All the sleep books I have read have told me to put Sabrina in the sleep environment I want and leave her there until she goes to sleep (checking on her and comforting her periodically; I'm not a monster!). One book predicted 45 minutes of crying the first night, an hour the second, and 20 minutes the third. Last night, at 45 minutes on the dot, I went downstairs to a screaming Sabrina, touched her little face, and turned off the crying. Astounding. Can I dream that she will learn to put herself to sleep? Of course, I'll probably have to do it all over again if I a) screw up today, or b) ever want her to sleep in her crib.

The other way to put her to sleep, of course, is to use the magical invention known as "the swing." Emily provided me with Grant's old swing and I don't know how I got through the first 5 1/2 weeks of Sabrina's life without it. Check out her enthralled little face. Truly a gift of the gods. The swing, I mean. Well, I guess Sabrina too.


















So...tired...

And, cut.

Baby Clothes, Never Worn

Since Tiny is now almost seven weeks old and her newborn clothes are getting a little tight, I thought she would be about ready to wear 0-3 month clothes. I pulled out a cute little outfit of the aforementioned size, and the tag said "6-10 lbs." Well, as Sabrina is right around 8 pounds, I of course begin to panic, thinking I've wasted two pounds worth of 0-3 month clothes. After dressing her, I decided that whoever thought a 6-pounder could wear this outfit was on drugs. I mean, if you have 6-pound twins in this outfit there would still be room left over. Crisis averted.

Since I have had a lot of time to think lately, what with the not working and hanging out with a 1 1/2 month old all day, I have just remembered an old book I had as a kid. After some judicious searching of the internet, I found it. It is called The Open Gate by Kate Seredy, about a family that moves to a farm right before World War II. I remember it as a sweet book in which not much happens except for people living a new life. Maybe I am so attracted to that book right now because that's my life--not much plot, but me just living a new life.

Here are more pictures of Sabrina, the light of my life and the awake of my sleep.

I really don't like this bath thing yet!

Yes, I am.

I love my daddy!

The Beginning

Why, you might ask, does a person who loves sleep as much as I do have a blog called Nighttime Ramblings? Here is the answer:



Really, though, I just needed a place to show everyone how cute my new daughter is. What's the point of taking all these pictures if no one ever sees them?

Also, great stories need to be told. Yesterday, Sabrina had not pooped all day (if you're not a mom, you might not understand the obsession we have with poop). While at Cheri's house, Sabrina more than made up for it. Not only back poo, but double leg poo. Then, as I was attempting to deal with it, she peed all over Cheri's changing table. It's a good thing I moved from the living room floor! Anyway, it was time for bath #2 and a change of clothes.

Normally, during the nighttime feedings, I have been reading. Last night I got on Stephenie Meyer's website and read Midnight Sun, which is Twilight from Edward's point of view. I read it twice yesterday because yes, I am that obsessed. Really, though, what girl doesn't want that type of adoration from their love? It's this type of story that gets me up in the night. Okay, it this type of story that gets me up HAPPILY in the night. Here's a few pictures of the other reason.





Just kickin'



Sabrina and Spencer (such a cute big brother)


In the hospital, apparently trying to eat her blanket