This guest post comes from Heather who’s a new mama to a very precious little girl and has the blog, Musings From An Old-New Life.
I asked Heather to name her 3 favorite movies and songs because I was going to try to incorporate them into the title of the post but as the little hummingbird would say: I’m stuck!
Since I couldn’t think of a title, I did what I normally do. I started over thinking and then stopped thinking about it altogether. Then when I was at the ENT doctor yesterday and as he was putting that awful probe up my nose, the title just popped into my head. The lesson? Stop thinking. Okay, maybe not.
Here are some of the awesome movies Heather loves. The first one is the awesomest (it’s a word) and it brings me back to my childhood. You’re probably thinking shut the hell up and tell me what it is.
My sister and I would watch that movie over and over again and I’m sure it drove our mom nuts.
A few others are Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!, the Lord Of The Rings trilogy, and all 8 of the Harry Potter films.
Q and A with Heather.
Elle: What’s a favorite non-mommy activity?
Heather: Going to a B&B with a cool jacuzzi tub, reading, and eating chocolate covered blueberries. All done either separately or together!
Elle: What song(s) makes you want to dance around your house and/or bring you back to your teen years?
Heather: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!
Elle: If you could be stuck in an elevator with anyone, who would it be?
Heather: I would love to be stuck in an elevator with my brother. He passed away several years ago, and had severe spastic CP. Would love if he could have the ability to talk, or even if not, his computer to use so we could have some great chats. I miss him dearly.
Elle: If you could drop everything and go anywhere (real or fantasy) in the world, where would it be?
Heather: Hmm, tough. I would have to say, since Mike and I have not had a real honeymoon yet, Kauai, Scotland, and then Disneyworld. That would be cool!
Elle: If the zombie apocalypse happened tomorrow, which weapon would you want to have to fight these brain eaters?
A. a flame thrower.
B. an unlimited supply of ninja throwing stars.
C. a chainsaw.
D. a shoelace because you’re bad ass.
E. other and what would it be?
F. none of the above, I want to be a damn zombie!
Heather: E. My husband. Cause he LOVES killing zombies, is quite proficient, and sometimes plays said zombies on LEFT 4 DEAD and believes that he can sometimes think like one.
Therefore, because of his proficiency and zombie madness, I would pick him to defend me from them. I know. Kinda lame to pick the hubby, but I love my computer geek husband and he is quite good at slaying zombies.
Elle: If you could send any celebrity/reality star into space so you’d never had to hear about them again, who would it be?
Heather: Dude, Charlie Sheen. WTF is wrong with that guy?
Comic Relief Moment
Yeah, I know. Weird, random, topic for a funny…. but that’s me. Weird and random and sometimes certifiable. Plus, when you have nothing to really write about except the odd musings that pass through your head, these musings can prove to be oddly hysterical when later pondering them.
I was told once, by Sunshine’s pediatrician and her lactation consultant, that babies can often be scared of their “large breasted” mommies. Odd, I know. But I suddenly felt a “large” sense of pride today in seeing that my little Sunshine’s head is *finally* larger than my breasts.
When beginning this part of the journey, I felt unsure, intimidated by friends who had been so successful, and fearful that I may not have success. Then again, seeing this large orb zooming in towards my little girl’s face was slightly daunting (and this was from my perspective, not hers).
I mean, I have always been rather satisfied with my voluptuous curves, knowing that second to my eyes, “the ta-tas” are a pleasing part of my form. However, when my milk came in I was overly self-conscious about their size and *gasp* weight. I thought I had lower back problems before, but this is ridiculous.
I also was so worried that Sunshine would fall into that number of babies who truly HAD something to be afraid of by these orbs. Suffocation due to ORB. This was not a pleasing thought.
Surprisingly, Sunshine latched on with a fierce voraciousness. In fact, she was like a little tiger cub, ravenously growling at said boob, and tugging and pulling as she does. God help me if I am still breast feeding when her teeth come in.
So, should I be surprised that with her rapacious appetite her little head has exceeded the size of her orb-like food vessel? No, not really. But just seeing the actual visual of her growth and learning has just got me dumbfounded and in aw. She really is a precious gift.
So, the feeding goes on, the growth continues. Now, if only I can get rid of this butt that has gotten exponentially larger with all this sitting and feeding, and *yawn* trying to sleep any spare moment I can catch up. THAT would also be something worth writing about. The loss of the butt that is, not the sitting/feeding/and *yawn*, sleeping.
Until next time, may your days be blessed and filled with giggles!
~If you would like to write a guest post, whether you have a blog or not, email me at elle dot mommyhood at gmail dot com.