A question of Dollars

Daddy Bug has been informed that although he is an Electrical Apprentice he is also an employee of the mine and therefore also restricted by the new overtime rules. Which basically boils down to no longer showing up for overtime whenever he feels like it, and there is now a sign up sheet that you can put your name on in the hopes that one of the crews will give you a call and let you come in for extra hours.

This is a very bad thing. We bought the house knowing money would be very tight; how could it not after taking a rather large pay cut to become an apprentice? But it seemed doable as long as Daddy Bug worked some overtime.  We are officially up the creek people.  With christmas, him having a few sick days, missing a day from lack of a ride and switching back to 4 and 4 shifts, the last few cheques have been meager as it was, I've been doing the bill juggle and it's stressing me out and pissing off the utility companies. 

I've never had to do this. I thought I was good with money, smug about it really.  It was so easy living on my own, it was a breeze paying the bills and rent. I could cook whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. Sales? Pah who waited for a sale on meat when I wanted to cook blahblahwhatever today?

Ummm hello C.G you were working in a bar, in a booming town. The main bar. And double hello you were a good fucking server girl so yeah you worked it and made ridiculous tips. Of course you could piss off to the next city all the time and smack down 600 bucks in a day and not bat an eye.

Obviously life is a bit different now, single income + family + chick who's used to having enough money for whatever = major trouble peeps. In the years I've lived on my own I've become a total food snob, used to tripping up to the store to lay down 30 or 40 dollars on spices and ingredients I don't use all the time to try out random recipes off the 'net. I don't know how to cook cheap meals . Literally. No Fucking Clue.  Another problem is I'm used to major flavour in food, and in my experience cheap meals are usually bland. Or horribly horribly unhealthy. Or *cringe* both.  

I need to make a plan. Obviously I need to do some budgeting to find out if we can even get by without overtime. If we can and it leaves very little money for food then I clearly need to either start living on kraft dinner some days, find cheap meals to make that arn't revolting. Possibly try and suck it up even if they are kind of revolting. Or.. and this option is the best in my opinion; find a way to bring some money into the house. 

Damnit. Fucking sucks being a grownup sometimes.

An Ode To Sleep

Dear Sleep;

You Rule my house. You Dictate the enjoyment we all achieve throughout the day, this is usually chosen by how much you decide to visit Baby Bug. And I have to say, Sleep that you were especially cheap on the nap front yesterday. C'mon Sleep 15 minute naps? No one year old can function on a half hour of shut eye throughout the day. Yeah I know teething blah blah. I still think you were being cheap. And I know that usually once you've decided to scrimp on dear Baby Bug that it becomes this awful revolving door, she gets whiny and you bail out on her at night too. 

So Sleep I have to commend you on your awesomeness last night. Now I realize that the kindness you bestowed upon us was probably a giant lump of starry pity.  But at 5 am this is accepted as a simple generous act. Baby Bug only waking up twice? Oh that was lovely, can we please have a repeat of this tonight? Pretty Please?

Thankyou Ever So Much,

C.G

Oh snuggle puppy you're so fine!

For a while Snuggle Puppy by Sandra Boynton  was our most very favorite book, followed by The Belly Button Book. Then Baby Bug discovered books with real pictures. Thus ended our courtship with decent books for a time. 

For ages we've been reading a never ending revolving due of books comprised of Happy Baby 1,2,3 and a random Koala book from a dear Aussie friend. The counting book is fun enough because she gets excited at finding the babies (bay!) the kitties (kee or Keedy) and the puppies (kee or puh!)  But the Koala book is a badly written hack job of a novel that hurts my unfortunate brain with it's clashing phrases time and time again. But Baby Bug loved it.  All other books were pushed to the side for this new love, I was left to pout over the unfortunate circumstances that were preventing me from upgrading our library of real picture board books beyond two.

But this morning  she remembered her love of the Snuggle Puppy book and we read it 3 times in a row. Alright we sang it because it's really a song. But it so made my day.

Baby Bug tries to sing now, if I'm snuggling alright, rocking I admit it her before bed singing lullabies she tries to hum the tune, it's adorable. Today she kept starting me off on another line of Snuggle Puppy by humming hummmnnn.  Way to melt my heart kid. 

Also: why has no one told me the awesomeness of the extra cheesy goldfish crackers?? They are a million times yummier then the plain regular cheese fish.  I need to stop eating them. Seriously. 

Holy Vocabulary Batman!

Baby Bug has suddenly started to astound us with her incredible store of vocabulary. Just in the last three days we have heard many new words, and now she is spouting sentences. 

She has a great appreciation for the written word, even though she does not always manage to sit through a whole book anymore. Baby Bug busted out the cutest toddling over with book in hand move the other day and topped it off by holding it out to me and proclaiming 'read ish' So I course I obliged; how could I not?? The next day she repeated this feat, only saying 'read.. book' while handing me the book. 

Such a devoted lover of books her Mama is, it didn't take her long to figure out that I will immediately stop whatever it is I'm doing to read to her if she brings me a book, so throughout the day I am now approched by my little wobbler holding  a book, sometimes silently and other times saying 'Ree?'  I guess the 'd' is optional at this point. Passe as it were.

Yesterday while playing with Hermes with her fairy wand she snarled (as well as a 1 year old can snarl) 'Bad Kiddy!' I doubt I need to say that we all died laughing to that gem. In that same day she also said for the first time, Aunty and Cookie. Cookie came out more like Ct.. tee But whatever that was a good attempt for a tricky word.

And today to send me up into the air with proud Mama happiness when I walked in the door from stepping outside she left my Dad and trotted towards me, held her pretzel stick up high and said 'I got Num!' 

Dude, my just turned 1 year old just said a three word sentence holy crap. 

Yes yes, num isn't really a word, but its what she/we call food stuff, so to her it is the name of food that isnt a cookie or cookie shaped thing. (we also call rice rusk wafers cookies)

Go Baby Bug! Mama is so so proud of you.

How the Hell is it Tuesday morning?

Or is that Monday night still?

Anyway, today was my second serious installment of tackling the basement.  It went about as badly as last time. Baby Bug is still really stressed with the Mama flitting around the big scary basement moving things. Sometimes going so far as to dare to vanish out of Baby Bug's sight! And crying ensues. With heart-wrenching crocodile tears for superior effect.  

But despite carrying Baby Bug around with me, setting her down and listening to her bawl like the basement floor is made of lava I managed to accomplish a lot. The main room is now almost completely done. 

Yay. Applause. 

But why does BabyBug get so stressed? This cannot be a normal behavior for a child to have.  She's worse then my cats when I move a piece of furniture in the omg woman you moved something this is catastrophic!!! way. Eeeesh. 

Woa

Dear Baby Bug,

In exactly one week you will be 1 year old. Already you are more child then baby. You walk, and have many words, astounding us with new ones every week. Two days ago you yelled 'DOWN' at Hermes because you think he doesn't belong on my chair. You give your cousin, who is heavier and the same height as you toys now. You often steal them back a few minutes later, but at least you *sort of* share. 

You have one tooth, it is a lone top tooth and it's adorable. The bottom two are busting through the gums now and then you'll have 3. I've never heard of this combination of tooth arrival before, but I'm not surprised that you would have to be a little different even with that.

You are beautiful and amazing and I often feel like I don't deserve you.  You make my heart melt with sweet sighs and snuggles even after we've both had a day and have been very frustrated with one another.  I am lucky to have you Baby Bug. We both are.

Laughing

Ever since we moved into the house (2 months ago in 3 days!) we've been eating dinner at the table, and if  Baby Bug is still awake when she eat, she sits with us. 

Tonight Baby Bug wouldn't go to bed because her teeth were bothering her, so I caved rather then fight and let her stay up late. Well she was feeling very happy and victorious in her 1o month old way about her success at escaping bedtime as she hung out in her highchair.  She has this thing she's been doing for a month or two now where she hisses her breath in and out through her nose while wrinkling her nose and making faces.

Kid has MASTERED this trick let me tell ya.  She has got the evil eyes going with the eyebrows wavering and gets the best impish gleam in her eye as she hisses in and out staring you dead in the eye. She sat in that chair looking between Daddy Bug and I as she did this, getting sillier and sillier until we are both laughing,  and I made eye contact with her and boom, my little baby cracked up with mirth as she started laughing because she had made us laugh. She started to look back and forth between us and we all laughed harder and harder enjoying our little families first inside joke. 

God it was the best. That was such a fun amazing moment. My little girl is big enough to enjoy a joke. Crazy. Who said she could be 11 months old in a few days!???