Oscar Night - Ho Hum

So glad I didn't plan on my elaborate "LIVE BLOG" expedition that I normally insist upon for Oscar night. First, we will not mention my hang-over and boob brain getting things messed up in my head and totally MISSING ALL THE RED CARPET ACTION short of the 30 minute crap Regis segment. But pretty much here is the fashionsmashion update:

Strapless. One Shoulder. Black. Red. A few feathers. Mermaid cut. Messy Hair.

And there you have it.

QUEL FLIPPING BORE.

Did all the actresses really think that the party wasn't going to go on and so they rushed out and just grabbed any old thing to wear last minute? The most original thing tonight was Katherine Heigl's cut out on her shoulder and Cameron Diaz and the french chick (who, BTW, is stunning) not wearing black or red.

Blah, blah, blah. We at least had our annual "pizza and champagne" party with the same group of friends who we have had the pleasure of watching 5 out of the last 6 Academy Awards with, and who I once again had the pleasure of taking their money in the Oscar pool.

Even though this year it was by pure luck. I guessed best song correctly to clinch the win. Oh, and in case you were wondering, Princess Z was the finest dressed in her Ralph Lauren original PJ's.

"That girl can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch"

Alert! Alert! Personal breast feeding information ahead!

Feel sorry, oh so very sorry, for my poor nipples. Yes. I said nipples. The insanely sore part of my body that I feel are about to sucked right off my body about 6-8 times a day. I really don't think that people understand why after 3.5 months I can't get rid of the damn shield, or why my toes still curl upon my sweet princess latching on. Well, maybe this picture will help you to understand.

See that red mark on my hand over there? The one that looks slightly like I was bitten by a rabid 'possum? Yea. That is actually the HICKEY given to me by my sweet daughter this morning when she decided to suck on my hand while I was holding her. She sucked SO hard that she broke multiple blood vessels in my skin. Think about that. Now imagine that on your sensitive, soft skinned NIPPLES.

what? who? me?! I'm too cute to do something like that!

365 days later

It was this week last year that our little princess Zoë was conceived. For the following 39 weeks, she grew from a clump of cells to a tiny person inside of me. We did everything together from sleeping to traveling, she was with me at all times.

For the past 14 weeks she has almost always been an arm’s reach away from me. I can still count on my fingers the times I even have left the house without her for a few hours. When we are out and about, I’m usually wearing her in a sling or carrier, or like yesterday’s mall excursion – carrying her in my left arm. It’s her favorite place. Her teeny butt resting on my hipbone while my arm supporting her body as she looks out at the world around her. For the past 365(ish) days she has always been RIGHT THERE next to me.

Until last night, the first night Zoë spent sleeping in her own room, in her crib.

While still only just over 8 lbs, the bassinette that is beside our bed was looking a bit small. We’ve been talking about moving her to her own room for a few weeks, but none of us were really ready. A few weeks ago I actually wrapped her up and put her in her crib and Jason walked in, took one look at her, looking up at him with those big dark eyes, and said “Nope, she’s still too small.” Another night we asked Zoë if she wanted to sleep in her own room and she crinkled up her face and started to cry – so we took that as a no. Last night I put her down in there for her evening nap (she goes down around 7/8 then we wake her up at 10 for her last feeding of the day) for her to ‘get used to being in her crib in the dark’ and she fell right to sleep. So after her 10 feeding, we put her right back in there. Thinking if she protests then we can bring her back to our room. She didn’t protest.. and once again fell right to sleep. Where she slept through the night.

Officially the longest amount of time in her existence that she has physically been that far away from me.