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It’s Who I Am


I’m a stress case.

You ask me why I’m so stressed. Is it a rhetorical question? Before I can utter a word you respond with “You have nothing to worry about.”

You don’t even know. Worry. I torment myself daily with a million things. And you wonder why I’m stressed?

I’m not a laid back person. I never have been. I don’t just “go with the flow”. I’m always on edge; Type-A. I can’t help it. I try not to be.

It’s who I am.


Motherhood is something I dreamt of since I can remember. I wouldn’t change my new status, not ever, but I’m getting used to these new shoes. Since having Lovebug, I view things a lot differently. I am a mother, now.

This new role has me waking with thoughts about my daughter, everything I do during the day is for her and about her, and I fall asleep at night worrying what the next day will bring. It’s 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

Today, this very moment in life, I worry. Of course, why should today be any different? At the moment I knew I’d conceived, my heart filled with worry. I will worry till I die.

It’s who I am.


Toes in the Sand: A Photo Friday


I’m linking up today with Debbie from Delicious Baby, a fab travel site. Hey, if you haven’t checked her out, I highly recommend having a looksie at her kid-friendly city guides. She’s got some great insight on how to travel well with the kiddos!

Toes in the sand

This absolutely, by far, has to be my favorite travel photo of Summer 2011! Lovebug experienced the sand between her toes and the ripple of the ocean water for the very first time!

Now, if you know me, I’m not a fan of the ocean. It’s not that I don’t like it, I hate it. Well, okay, that’s a bit harsh and unfair. I like the feel of the grainy sand under my feet as the water swells in with the tide; it’s like a personal spa pedi! I enjoy the wonder of the ocean, but I just can’t bring myself to get in it. And the seaweed… EEEW!

I have to say, though, seeing my husband starring down at our daughter as she let out a little giggle was worth standing in the tide and risking the seaweed tangling in my toes.

How I Got To This Fabulous Place Called Mommyhood


One day, my egg met with my husbands sperm, literally, but magically it’s a wonderful story.

I’m linking up this week with Mommy of a Monster & twins and her Down the Aisle link-up- Favorite Wedding Photo. What a great idea! At The Anecdotal Baby I get caught up in the trials and tribulations of being a mommy, and I like that I can celebrate how that came about.

Those close to us know our history goes back roughly two decades–now I’m dating myself! Anyway, I can remember the day my now husband walked into my life.

Who knew at 1o, yes 10, that I’d one day marry the love of my life? I did! Kind of… He was the cutest–in my opinion–kid in the fifth grade. And the “bad boy”–though he’s actually really an awesome guy. I think for both of us it was instant attraction–I’ve always been a bit boy crazy since the first grade! We liked each other at school because, of course, we were too young to date. It was kind of an on-again, off-again kind of romance for junior higher’s.

High school came–and went–and we dated, again on and off; each having other relationships in between until it got pretty serious at 18. College was a dividing force… good and bad. A LOT of life happened in between, but I can honestly say we were ALWAYS friends; through thick and thin.

After some upset, moves across country and back, and life changing events for both of us, we ended up dating again. I always knew in the back of my heart that we’d end up together for the real thing… and we’d live Happily Ever After!

So, here’s a picture of the first day of the rest of our lives…

I think this pic sums up the feelings we've had for one another since the fifth grade... In fact, I think I see a bit of that youthful spark

Summer Fun Photo Album


Once again, I’m linking up with Shell at ‘Things I Can’t Say’ for her

Summer is a little different at The Anecdotal Baby house. While most people jump start their summer with a beach vacation or warm climate getaway, we kick off summer with 4th of July fireworks.

Summer for us doesn’t begin roughly until the last firework hits the skyline on the California coast. After that, it’s on!

You might find us:

SLEEPING?… lots ‘n lots of sleeping!

But, we do lots of traveling too!

Here’s us hanging around the beach @ San Onofre

Swimming @ Grandma’s



And even Hiking!

Summoning the Sandman


Like all newborns, mine was no different… She ate, pooped, ate some more, and slept great as long as she was in my arms. Everyone kept telling me to sleep when she slept, but have you ever tried to do that while holding a cup of water? Yes, I just compared Lovebug to a cup of water. You know. You don’t want to spill it, but if you nod off too deeply, you’re going to spill it.

So, as weeks passed, my once prized sleep did too. Sure, I studied the inside of my eyelids for a bit, but I wasn’t about to spill the cup of water. It was beginning to look as if I’d have to rain check the sandman for the next 18 years.

Lulling her to sleep was excruciating. She could only be coaxed to sleep for 20 minutes at a time if left her in her bassinet. Oh, the beautiful. expensive. bassinet. I was convinced she’d never sleep in it. Why would she? She was cozy on my chest.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I love Lovebug, but permanent attachment wasn’t an option, and Lord knows she was an extension of my breast for a good part of the day. Sleeping could be best experienced as a solo sport.

Somehow, we managed to get her to sleep in her bassinet, and sleep well.

Now, four months later, she’s in her own crib in the nursery sleeping through the night; approximately eight to nine hour stretches. I don’t really know how we did it. Our bedtime ritual is, well, um… NON-EXISTENT.

So how do you get a baby to go down at the same time every night and awaken around the same time every morning without a ritual? Good question. I tried a bath in the evening, a story, singing, and rocking to no avail. Allowing her to (gasp) nurse herself to sleep was the only way. Until one night it was as if she determined her own schedule and sort of just put herself on it. We don’t ever do the same thing. One night she might have a bath, while another night my husband might put her down with a story and a song.

Whatever the nightly proceedings, the sandman calls on her by 930pm, mostly 10pm and it’s pure bliss for this momma until 630 or 7 the next morning. It works for me for the time being. It has to, I suppose. I’ve tried to put her to bed earlier (an 830 bed time would be ideal), but she just fusses for a couple hours. And believe me, I’ve tried the whole “cry-it-out” method. She’s apparently a night owl.

Tonight, as I put my night owl to bed–feeling like a zombie from all the running around in the heat–I began fantasizing about moving up her bedtime while increasing her sleep time: say 830 to bed, 630 or 7 to rise. But, I certainly don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. As long as the sandman comes, I’m content with the current state of affairs in The Anecdotal Baby household.

So, how do you summon the sandman for your little one?

Link up all month long to share your story!