SCREAMING.

We love her so, and she is so cute when she is sleeping, but she spent most of her waking moments during the first 6 months screaming. Seriously, a lot of screaming. And barfing. It was pretty rough. But one great thing about having a second child is that you have done this before. You know there is light at the end of the tunnel, that every day is not going to be this rough. And for us, we knew that no matter how much barfing and screaming happened each day, she was going to be so much better at 8 months. To me, 8 months is when it all gets good.

So forget that we referred to her as the devil spawn for 180 days, because today our little juicy Lucy is 8 months old. And she is dang cute. She celebrated by standing up. Check it out, we are oh-so-proud.

Lucy stands up – 8 mo from Courtney Harmeling on Vimeo.

I feel so out of touch. So passe. Sooooo uncool. By noon I will have this memorized and then I promise to belt it out if you invite me to your holiday party (and give me booze.)
Clearly its pretty dang mainstream if Gwyneth covered it on Glee.

BTW – Gwen’s agent has done her DAMN well this year. She was just falling over the likable fence and bordering on “stuffy-bitch”. (See, there is that swearing thing I was writing about.) How cute is she here, right?

Lucy Paige.

Lucy Paige, just a few days old.

LuPe. Lulu. Milk Face. Snorty McSnoogleheim. Great White Shark. Luie.

This is the first time Jack held her. So proud. He calls her "Boo Boo."

The DJ, Jack, myself and even the dogs are all in love with her.
I promise to post more often. Check back soon if you want to hear about all the goodness leading up to the arrival of Lupe, and exciting events since.

Peace. Out.

Peace. Out.

Edward Rollinger, 4 1/2 weeks.

Now, as another dear friend (E-dog) always says, “I’m not gunna lie…” Sweet little Eddie did bust out that desperate newborn baby cry on me a few times. My blood pressure shot up, and my nerves rattled a tad,  just like back in the ol’ Baby-Jack days. But have no fear, this old momma still has it! I battled back with some tight swaddling and my patented super-rock-and-jiggle move. I had that little guy out cold in minutes. My 2 hours visit left me simmering over a wide range of feelings, from “what the heck have we gotten ourselves into?!?!” to “I think I am going to be able to do this.”

Not that it matters at this point, since tomorrow I will be 6 months and 1 week 8 months pregnant.

Ready for the job.

A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making truth itself appear like falsehood.
William Shenstone

Today I am 23 weeks prego, that’s days away from 6 months. The problem is, a month ago I was telling people, strangers, that I was 6 months along. But when people look at you,  your belly, and back up to your eyes and with a goofy grin say “wow, look at you, how far along are you?” Well, 5 months just doesn’t sound substantial. And honey, I AM substantial. So I would say “oh, you know, 6 months….” and then I would hope they wouldn’t ask for a due date and do some quick math.

Now that we are knocking on 6 months, I think I have to start saying I am 7 months. That’s cool, right? (I am not the only one who does this – I swear. Right Alisa?) But the problem becomes, as Alisa pointed out, when I am finally at my due date, my lies will have surpassed me, and I will be 12 months. And did you know zebras and blue whales gestate for 12 months??? What does that say about me? Er, us (Alisa!)???

DJ thinks I am a dead ringer for Ellen Degeneres with this do:

And Check out the DJ with Michal Scott hair (or is it more of John Travolta????):

And the viking neighbor Lars, looking like Ryan Adams:

]]> http://www.theharmfam.com/2010/03/we-got-our-hair-did-you-should-too/feed/ 0 http://www.theharmfam.com/2010/03/a-very-big-night-of-firsts-for-jack/ http://www.theharmfam.com/2010/03/a-very-big-night-of-firsts-for-jack/#comments Thu, 04 Mar 2010 06:11:07 +0000 Courtney http://www.theharmfam.com/?p=331 The DJ wins another award for world’s best daddy-o, seriously. Tonight he took Jack to his first NBA game, at the Staples center in LA. (I know, that sounds expensive, but its not at all if you are a Clippers fan. No one goes to those games, tickets are cheeeeeeap. The DJ has been a faithful Clippers fan his entire life, and I don’t believe they have ever had a winning season. The DJ is a pretty loyal guy – another thing he wins an award for.)

Anyway – Clippers vs Phoenix Suns. Jack dug through his dresser looking for a shirt that would have both teams’ colors even though he said he was “going for the Suns.” Unsuccessful in finding a shirt with red-white-blue AND purple-orange, I told him to have daddy-o buy him a shirt at the game. Cant wait to see if he comes back with a Clippers shirt or a Lakers shirt, since it is the Staples center, “home of the Lakers” and  Jack’s favorite team.

On the way to the game, the DJ took him to Denny’s for a grilled cheese. Another first. When they were done eating Jack said, “Now THAT… was perfect.” If I ever hear him say that about a French Slam plus a milkshake,  I will check his room for a bong.

I think they have been there for less than 30 minutes now and I just received a text from the DJ that they have showed Jack on the scoreboard twice already. D says Jack has been impressing those around him with his crazy NBA knowledge. I’m not keen on NBA trivia but I did find it pretty funny when he said “Why dont the Clippers just use the Laker Girls instead?”

BTW, with the boys gone, I had ice cream for dinner. Fetus had hot fudge. Rock on.

EW EW EWWWWW. I’m kinda grossed out now. But what else do you call it? Ug. No nicknames. We are being mature here.

Ok, anyway, it’s a girl. It’s a girl.
To prepare, I have purchased her crib bedding.  Nothing says “It’s a girl” like orange, brown and gray! Blahahahaha. My mother and my M-I-L are both dying to see rosebud fabrics and iridescent pink painted walls in my house, but that aint gunna happen. We have a 1970′s house, and we have done a dang good job of staying true to its roots, grass wallpaper and all. (You should see Jack’s new wall color = “retro avocado.”)

Anyway – Here is HER new bedding. Walls will be “classic creme” and “vintage mauve.” (Not the samples in the picture.)

I recently heard mention of teaching Jack to read ESPN.com. I don’t think I’m up for that yet. I cant imagine starting the morning troubleshooting internet access issues for my 5 year old.