Tushy Day.

Gianna has had some serious diaper rash these past few days.  I have been changing her diaper frequently, letting her sit in the bath tub for longer periods,  and apply loads of cream but it seemed to get worse instead of better.  After the advice of some wonderful ladies I decided to let Gianna air things out for a day.   I had a shirt on her for most of the day but after a poop explosion that dirtied her clothes up she went fully nude for couple of hours before bedtime.  (Thankfully this explosion happened in a diaper at the grocery store and not all over my house.)

I could not get over her cuteness of her naked tush so I took a bazillion pictures.  I only wish my camera was not crap and could get more decent pics in the natural light.

Of course Zoey had to get into the action.

Gianna must have loved it too because when it was time to put her pajamas and diapers back on she was not having it.  

Paying the Obama's a visit.

Well, not really but we were in their neck of the woods.  We are made the 4 hour drive out to visit my bff since Jr year at college, D, and her hubby CT.  The way we figured it, we are not going to be in Hill Country for too much longer and we might as well take advantage of living relatively close to them and make the drive out to visit.  I am so glad that we did.

National Cathedral

It was the perfect weekend with a wonderful couple.  We did not do the traditional sight seeing like we did the last time we visited with them, two years ago.  Instead it was a low key, eat amazing food, good conversations, take long walks, and hug your best friend type of weekend.  Perfect.

We spent most of Saturday in Old Town walking around the area and shopping in the unique stores.  It's so pretty in the DC area.  I could totally envision myself living in an area like this and being perfectly content.

Old Town

Gianna in her big girl stroller.

If you are ever in Old Town and have a craving for some fish and chips you have to eat at this restaurant.  OH MY GOD!  It was like a party in my mouth.  The flaky fish, the curry dipping sauce for the fries are to die for.  I was in food heaven.  Of course I finished my plate and left totally stuff to the point where I felt sick.  I did not care. I had a foodgasam.  Leave it to D and CT to know the way to my heart.

The only downside to the weekend was when we were taking the dogs, our pup Zoey and their two Husky's: Hugo and Cheyenne, for an afternoon stroll prior to going out to dinner Saturday evening.  We came upon a house with a vicious dog who managed to bite Hugo, the gentle giant, under a chain link fence.  It was a pretty bad bite so Hugo needed to go to the doggie ER.  The poor pup had to get six stitches to his front paw.  About four hours later Hugo was brought back home. A little doped and with a newly wrapped up paw.  We ended up staying in that night to watch over Hugo.  My sorority sister came over with her boyfriend and a bunch of pizza's.  :)

D and Hugo

We drove back home Sunday morning.  I miss my D already.  Maybe I can convince The Hub's company to do work on the east coast??  

A Little Over a Year Ago...

The Hubs and I went to Mexico for what was supposed to be a last hoorah before we got knocked up but it ended up being a baby moon instead.   At that time I was ten weeks along and still could not wrap the idea around my brain that I was having a baby.  I would walk around the mexican buffet and look at the olives and think to myself... that is the size of my baby... you are having a baby.  I think it helped me make our child more real when I could compare her to the size of food.  Still to this day I cannot look at an olive the same way.  It always reminds me of that moment in my life and all of the emotions and excitement of being pregnant with G.

At this point we had no idea what we were expecting, but The Hubs was convinced we were having a girl.    Although in my heart of hearts I felt like it could be a girl I did not feel as strongly as he did about the gender.  He said he just knew.  While we were perusing the markets we came across a cute shop that was selling handmade clothing when we spotted this:

We both fell in love with it.  Looking at this dress I could see my unborn child wearing it.  It made being pregnant real to me.  I looked at it and placed it back on the rack saying to The Hubgs why buy it when we do not know what we were having.  The Hubs insisted that we purchase it.  He said he knew we were having a girl and if we didn't we could save it or gift it to someone who was.  He was adamant that we had to have it.  So we did.

Crazy that one year later it fits my five and a half month old daughter.  Crazy that its been such a warm spring that she has been able to wear it.

Gianna would not look at me outside to take a picture.  The grass and leaves were way more exciting.

Somethings are just meant to be.

Easter

Other than being overwhelmingly tired from the night prior Easter was perfect. Below are pictures of Gianna with her first basket.

She was more interested in eating the receipt then what was in the basket.  (Yes, the easter bunny shops at the Gap.)

We then took pictures before we had to head out to Grammy's and Papa's for Easter lunch. 

Once we got there Gianna got another basket from her Grammy.  

We stuffed our faces with some awesome food and took a crap load of pictures.  My youngest sister-in-law announced that she is pregnant with her second child.  So now both my SIL's and pregnant with their 2nd child!  Gianna also sat up for the first time with no arms!!  (She has bee tripoding for a few weeks now.) In the end, it was an amazing but exhausting holiday.  

The Hubs and Gianna passed out on the floor. 

March Madness

It's not smart to go to the bar to root for your alma mater the night before a big holiday especially when your daughter has suddenly refused to sleep through the night and you have to spend five hours in a car the following day with that child to get back to Hill Country.  Would I do it again??  Hell yes, but I have never proclaimed to be the smartest person on the block.

Momma hung out with amazing friends and got buzzed.

My beautiful younger sister and I

It was an intense game.

My BFF since the 7th grade, S.

The Hubs and I.

We drank, ate, watched basketball and drank some more.  Being in Hometown and being out is not complete until you make a late night stop at the local Coney Island and pig out on chili cheese fries, with chili and cheese on the side please.  Sad that we lost but overall throughly enjoyed the night out.  

First time in the grass...

and Gianna was not a big fan.  It was a beautiful day on Thursday and the grass was finally dry so I figured I would try to take some pictures of Gianna outside.  With a look of fear in her eyes, she stayed in the exact same spot that I laid her down on and did not move a single limb, finger or toe.  After a few seconds she cried until I picked up.

Life is much better on a fluffy pink blanket. 

Things that make me go, hmmmmmmm?

I have always be a size five girl.  Size four is too small thanks to the big booty and size six has always been a bit too big do due a smaller waist.  When I was a teeny bopper and I worked at 5.7.9 I was in my element.  Size fives everywhere and they fit me perfectly.  Now that I am an adult and shop at the big girl clothing stores, size fives are no where to be found.  I am now faced with the ultimate dilemma.  Go a bit too tight or just a tab bit big? 9 times out of 10 I go a bit too big.  I figure things shrink in the wash or if need be I can always take things in.

Well, here is the crazy thing.  Due to the beautiful weather I have begun pulling out the summer capris and whatnot.  They are all too big.  Not the normal bit too big but the I look like a took a dump in my pants too big.  What.the.hell??  I do not think I have lost any weight.  I still am a bit fuller around my stomach and probably will always be no matter how many crunches I do, so why are my pants falling off of me as I walk around the house?

I am thinking three things.  One, breast feeding is my friend.  Two,  I lost my best feature in this new postpartum body.  My ass. Three,  maybe my pants were always this big but since I have not worn them in over two years I no longer remember their "bigness"??