Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Lila's Favorite Dance Music, vol I.

Well, Sarah, I'm glad you asked. You see, being much immersed in popular culture and not yet in being a father, one of the things that most excited me about impending parenthood was the realization that BABIES CAN HEAR MUSIC IN UTERO. Yep. I yelled it cause I mean it. So one of the first things I planned to do during Kelsey's pregnancy was create a mix tape for the life growing inside her (let's be honest- it was probably the first thing. And yes, I said tape. It commands a greater and more earnest sense of authenticity even though the only cassette deck I still own is gathering dust in the garage).

After entirely too much deliberation about possible narratives and tone and song selection (I'm obsessive about mix composition) I settled on a playlist with a pretty simple theme that I think will do Lila right. It's just fifteen of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. Now I have to clarify that statement a bit; these are not necessarily the definitive top fifteen most beautiful songs ever. I have plenty more, but I don't want to go overboard on her before she even meets me.

You may be asking yourself what exactly qualifies one of the fifteen most beautiful songs I've ever heard. Lucky you. I feel like sharing. Some of these tracks are simply stunning instrumental arrangements (I know, I know. I put my own band on there. Sue me), some have heartbreaking vocals or poignant lyrics, but some just voice a desire I have for my first born or values that I hope she grows into. So, those of you who want to analyze it, or those who just want to know what she likes to dance to, here'go. Lila's Beautiful Song Mix for the Womb:

1. Welcome, Lori Chaffer
2. I Will, The Beatles
3. The Golden Age, Beck
4. When The Saints, Sara Groves
5. Lonnie's Lament, John Coltrane
6. Different Names For The Same Thing, Death Cab For Cutie
7. Her Innocence, Her Armor, Builder
8. The Scarlet Tide, Elvis Costello
9. God Only Knows, The Beach Boys
10. When It Don't Come Easy, Patty Griffin
11. Sweet Thing, Van Morrison
12. Clowned, Robert Deeble
13. When The Stars Go Blue, Ryan Adams
14. :Hallelujah., Jon Shirley
15. Where Will I Be, Emmylou Harris

By all means, ask me for a copy or make your own. Then you can listen along with Lila and you'll have something in common with the awesome kid the second she takes a breath. And who wouldn't want that?

Monday, September 21, 2009

All she wants to do is dance, dance.

No, that's not a scene from the director's cut of Alien. That's my daughter, the Dancing Queen. She likes to freak her daddy out by contorting my tummy into bizarre shapes. We just thought you all would like to see it with your very own eyes. Freaky, no?

Saturday, September 12, 2009

For all you whiners who don't like to read and complain that our blog doesn't have enough pictures:

So...way back at 13 weeks (remember 13 weeks?) Eric and I decided to take weekly pictures of my belly to mark its growth progress:
And then I threw up for four weeks. Which threw a kink up in those plans. The new plan is to take pictures every 13 weeks as we are now 26 weeks into the growing of our child. So 13 weeks after our first photo session, we are making progress, both in belly growth...
...and nursery plans. We made some significant progress in the nursery this weekend. Eric put together the shelves we bought for the nursery at Ikea (Franny helped):
You might have noticed in the background of these pictures the disaster zone that was our nursery. I had just thrown stuff in there as we had acquired it. It was my Saturday project this weekend to get the room to a place where I could stand to look into it:
It's by no means a finished project, but at least it's starting to resemble a room in which I wouldn't mind letting my daughter sleep!

Other exciting news of the weekend: I bought my first vacuum cleaner. We had been given a used vacuum cleaner when we got married, but it wouldn't suck the dead bugs out of the rug in my daughter's room so my nesting hormones said, "Go buy yourself a vacuum cleaner that works." As a result, I am now the proud owner of an 8 pound Simplicity vacuum cleaner thanks to the nice folks at Marbeck Appliances who stayed 15 minutes past their closing time to answer all of my questions. I know you're thinking, "A new vacuum cleaner? How can your pregnant body handle all that excitement!?" The answer is, a lot better than my husband's not-pregnant body, as he is currently passed out on the couch next to me from all of the excitement of the weekend. I hope your Saturday was more fun than ours!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Hey, you! Preggo!

So, the other day I stopped in at Mr. Goodcents to order a sandwich:

Guy Behind the Counter: What can I get you?
Me: Half pepperoni and cheese on white, please. (I know, sounds gross, but it's a childhood favorite and has been a craving throughout my pregnancy)
GBC: What kind of cheese?
Me: Swiss, please.
Pause while he gets the bread out and cuts it.
GBC: So, do you know what you're having?
Me: Confused look. Yeah, pepperoni and cheese.
GBC: Laughing. No, I mean your baby.
Me: Embarrassed and looking down at my protruding belly. Oh. I forgot about that. It's a girl.

In my defense, I'm not used to strangers commenting on my belly. It's taken me off guard recently that complete strangers now notice that I'm pregnant and want to talk to me about it. It used to be that I couldn't go 5 minutes without being reminded that I'm pregnant by that ever-present threat of nausea and exhaustion, but now that I'm feeling better I sometimes forget that I'm pregnant. But I'm also much more obviously pregnant which, I guess, explains the aforementioned incident.

Since finding out that we're having a girl, I have been in full-on nursery obsession mode. Much to Eric's dismay, I have already bought and returned 4 rugs, 2 bedding sets, rearranged the room thrice, and have wavered on my plans for colors, themes, painting, etc more times than Lila kicks me after I eat cookies and milk (which is a lot). My dad says her kicking should be interpreted as "Quit feeding me junk, Mom!" I know better. She's saying, "Mmmm, good stuff! More of that!" I read in my baby book that this season of pregnancy is often accompanied by a surge of "nesting" hormones. Meaning, I feel the uncontrollable urge to clean and arrange and plan even more than my norm! Which maybe explains why I overreacted to an "small" infestation we had last week - but I'll leave that story for another post.

In the meantime, as Eric mentioned, I'm celebrating my functioning pancreas by indulging in some good ole cookies and cream...or maybe some Thin Mints. Lila and I thank you for your prayers!

I scream, you scream.

Ahoy mateys. Everybody have a good Labor Day weekend? Kels and I were in Minnesota for a wedding and to see friends from Bethel. We did a little experiment and took Franny with us, too. She did really well for the most part- there was a not-a-dog across the hall at one of our hotels that was yipping in the middle of the night, and Franny was a little agitated, but other than that she was pretty low maintenance. Which is good, since Kelsey is needing fewer and fewer things to maintain every day that we get closer to December.

We got some things for the nursery at Ikea (it's a quaint little Swedish mom and pop furniture boutique, but maybe you've heard of it), so that's getting closer to completion. It was fun getting a whole new round of people who hadn't seen Kelsey's belly and hadn't said congratulations and shared in all the excitement in person. And, in case you haven't heard me mention it before, the Twin Cities are awesome in September. So go up there sometime and hang out by a lake. They have 10,000 of them, so you shouldn't have any trouble finding one.

Lila is still kicking like a nutter, which is a good sign, and Kelsey got a call from the doc this morning regarding her test last week. Good news- no diabetes. Shazaam. We're going to celebrate tonight with some ice cream. Plus it's Kelsey's first day back to school today and it seems like ice cream mends the wounds that twenty-two first graders inflict. Come to think of it, I can't come up with a problem that ice cream can't solve. I think I just discovered the solution to fix the world. To the bat cave.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

No sugar tonight in my coffee, no sugar tonight in my tea.

Look, I don't know if I've somehow instigated a self-fulfilling prophecy or something, but Lila is rocking. I mean rocking. Kelsey is confidently under the impression that all that movement is an enthusiastic approval of Girl Scout Thin Mints, but you know what I think? I think she knows that I know she rocks. And you all know she rocks. And she's having a rave in there just to let us know she's going to bring the rock when she emerges, screaming with rock fists in the air.

Seriously, she moves. From across the couch last night I saw Kelsey's tummy bounce and reverberate like a timpani head in some some kind of twisted Anne Geddes nightmare orchestra where all the instruments have babies inside. I know, I know. Weird, but kind of awesome. And in my fascination with the new, busier movements of my first to-be-born, I completely neglected to check to see if she was in rhythm. Maybe I'll play some music and tap some beats on Kelsey's belly button to see if Lila responds. It's only a matter of time before we start a family band and tour the country (and you will be invited).

That's about all the updates for now- Kelsey's getting checked for gestational diabetes this week, so it's possible we'll be an all diabetic household for the next few months. Joy. Let's hope not, because Lila apparently loves Thin Mints, and the only road from cookies to her is through her mom.