Ignoring the elephant

I am the worst secret-keeper in the history of the universe.  My only hope for keeping a secret is to pray I get super busy and forget I have a secret to keep.  Otherwise, I am a straight-up blabbermouth.  I have virtually no filter.  If you've been around here for a while, you know that it's pretty much brain-to-keyboard.  All Desiree, all the time.

So much is happening right now and I can't talk about it yet.  Stupid stalking internet.  I wish I could just blab my heart out and ask you guys for your opinions and get recommendations and all that stuff but I have to keep my stupid lips stupid zipped.  So stupid.

Instead, I'm going to do some updates by request. 

Update #1:  The baby monitor.  I was so pissed when I talked to Stacie and she said that you didn't need a piece of plywood for the baby monitor.  If you have no clue what I'm talking about, go here.  If you don't feel like clicking and reading, no worries.  I talked about my baby monitor and how pissed I was that you had to put a piece of plywood down and we didn't know that until we'd opened the box and were ready to assemble it.  So I went back to the manual and there it was!

I don't have MS Paint to make cool drawings on my pictures.

Sorry bout that.

Anyway, when we got to this part in the manual, the cursing started and we went to Lowe's to get some plywood.  Then we tried to put it in the crib, where it didn't fit because my measurements were off.  Then Drew had to cut the corners to make it fit.  Then I had to get more velcro to attach the crib skirt to the plywood so you couldn't see it.  Then I cursed more when I found out I probably didn't need the plywood after all.

You probably don't even need this.

So that's the monitor situation.  It's definitely worth it but I'm still mad that we went through all that.

Update #2:  The cloth diapers.  It's totally second-nature now.  To get caught up with this one, it's here.  Basically, I'm a tree-hugging hippie and I want to save the earth and not put 2 tons worth of trash in a landfill.  Plus, between cloth diapering and breastfeeding I'm saving us roughly $1600 for the baby's first year.  That's about $130 a month!  When I found that out, I turned to Drew and held out my hand saying, "Where's my check, yo?"  I still haven't seen it.

But the diapers are really great.  Still no stains, still no stink and we've had some atomic shits!  Straight-up puddles in the diaper and only a teeny leak!  I'm not even mad at that because that teeny leak would have been an up to the shoulders blowout in a disposable.  It's nothing more than one more load of laundry and with the spit-up and drool, you're already doing a ton of laundry anyway.  I'm still doing disposables at night just because I have them, but I did have her in cloth one night because she fell asleep before I could change her and I just went with it.  She slept from 7p-3a in her cloth so I'm sure we'll be fine when the disposables run out.

18 seems to be a good number to have too.  It seems like I always have some in the drawer, some in the dirties bag and some hanging out to dry.  I never run out and if I did, well, I'd just throw a load in the laundry.  NBD.  

However, this is only because of the diaper sprayer.  I still don't do the dunk and swish.  Without the diaper sprayer, this would be a different conversation.  I don't want to think about life without a diaper sprayer.

Update #3:  My kid's name.

I noticed it first with my dog's name.  Once we decided on Maya, it became a dog's name in my mind.  Permanently.  Whenever I heard someone with a kid named Maya, inevitably I thought "That's a dog's name."  I can't help it.

Now, whenever I see 'Sophia' I think it's spelled wrong and it looks funny to me.  In my mind I hear 'Sopa-hee-a.'  I can't help it.

And don't get me started on her middle name!  If you speak Spanish, you can join me in shaking your head at why this is so difficult.  Her name is spelled Spanish-ly (that's a technical term) because 'Ph' doesn't exist in Spanish.  Photo --> foto  telephone --> telefono (and yes, there's supposed to be an accent mark over the second 'e' but I'm too lazy to switch my keyboard so just use your imagination.)  Hence, Sofia.  But I still get it spelled the other way.  It doesn't make me mad though - I just scratch my head and wonder why you want to keep spelling it wrong.

Her middle name is Ines, pronounced ee-NESS.  But I totally didn't factor in the fact that she was born in Texas.  Try as I might, I still get eye-NEZZ, said with full Texas twang.  

I still love her name - it's perfect and I couldn't imagine her with any other name.  But I do feel kind of guilty because my poor kid is probably going to grow up saying Hi I'm Sofiawithaneff.  

Look what I figured out how to do!

Thank you baby!

If there are other things that you've been wondering about and always wanted to know, or if I said I'd talk about something and I never ended up doing it, just let me know.  You can say what about that one time when you said you were going to talk about that one thing that happened in that one place?  And then I'll talk about it - provided I know what the hell you're talking about.  

*I'm* kind of confused right now.

With that, I'm out.  It's wine time y'all!