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So, this week kicked off the start of another recruiting season at work and brings along with it all the stress and traveling……..  I don’t know how I’m going to handle it this year.   I’m down a staff member who used to help with the traveling and now it’s just me.  I’ve been working random late nights and weekend days during the last few weeks and I had to work late last night and am traveling to Houston tonight.  The guilt is reaching obscene levels.  Luci looked at me this morning like she didn’t even know who I was!  How do working parents manage?  I am at a loss- sometimes it gets to be too much!   Any advice will be appreciated.  And, poor Craig, playing Mr Mom all the time and also dealing with crazy busy work.  I just feel so guilty.  I’m stressed and in a horrible mood.   And, the darn dog took a shit on the rug.

Obviously, I realize it’s better than the alternative:  unemployment.   And, I do like my job.  I just feel like I’m missing out on a lot with Luci.  I have absolutely no idea how all my students do it all- superstars in their career, families, travel AND school?  Blows my mind!

Then, to top it all off, I turn on the TV this morning to hear about that dip-shit from South Carolina’s outrageous, disgusting behavior.  What the heck?  How completely embarrassing for the south, once again.  What are these morons thinking?

Grrrr……..

Operation: Morning Hair

Have you heard that Luci has crazy hair?   Well, here’s your proof!

Jami- I for sure think we should keep this going and start a separate blog with all morning hair posts  I may even include a few of my own, pretty spectacular morning hair looks.

So, for the past 3 weeks, I’ve kept a camera in Luci’s room and 1st thing upon her waking up, I take a shot of the awesomeness.  The total and complete and utter awesomeness that is my Luci’s morning hair.  Check this out, it’s pretty amazing (if you want to see the full sized image, click on the photo and then click a 2nd time):

Beers, Beaches, Boats, Buds, Bonefish and ummmm… Beers. And, Beaches.

Boo hoo hoo.

Getting back to reality has proven to be even more difficult than I ever thought possible.  I miss my island.  Don’t get me wrong, being back with Luci is a-mazing (God, we missed her!).  I just wish I could’ve brought the island home with us.  Seriously, y’all- I cried when we got in the boat and drove away from our favorite private island that we found.  I cried when I saw it for the 1st time and cried when I had to leave it.  I’ve never {in my entire life} been as relaxed as I was the entire week.  It was so crazy-amazing.  Shannon relaxed?  Without medication or red wine?  Now, that must be somethin’, you say.  And, I say, yes, you’re right!  It really WAS somethin!  Oh, ok, so there WAS plenty of Kalik involved.  Oh, and rum.  And sun.  And the prettiest sights I’ve ever seen.

Getting around to writing this post has proven quite difficult.  Came back and hit the ground running- work, life, etc, has been CRAZY.  Glad I finally got er done though!

We had the time of our lives.  And, I’m happy to report that this episode of “Honkies Go to the Beach” ended very happily, with no real sunburn issues, thanks to 6 full bottles of sunscreen ranging from 30-60 spf each.  And, all I can say is Shiseido RULES.  And yes, we went through just about all 6 bottles.

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my fav shot- our fav island

Staniel Cay
Located in the Exumas, Bahamas, Staniel Cay is an island with a population of around 79!  Yes, 79!  The Bahamas are made up of around 700 different islands and the Exumas are a long chain of around 100 islands southesast of Nassau.  Staniel Cay, an “out island” of the Bahamas is located about 75 miles southeast of Nassau and the only way to get to it is by chartered plane or boat.  We stayed at the Staniel Cay Yacht Club and had a great stay.  I’ve never been anywhere as beautiful in my entire life.  The waters-the bluest, clearest I’ve ever seen- and they just go on for miles and miles.  The beaches- completely private (countless rumors floating around of crazy people going nude on said private beaches-bunch of crazies!  But seriously- they were so private that you could if you got the hankerin’.  In fact, I wanted to title this blog post:  “Beers, Beaches, Boobs, Butts, Bonefish….” but Craig wouldn’t let me).  Speaking of butts….snow-white,  incredibly soft sand.  Amazing.   Truly unspoiled beauty (save the island that just opened some sort of fancy pants resort that the locals and people who’ve been going to Staniel Cay for years for its unspoiled beauty seem to hate- I tend to agree with them).   I think I’m going to retire on Staniel.  Or, maybe even move there and start my own bonefishing boating excursion extravaganza.  Or really, ya know my dream of opening up my own bed and breakfast?  What if it’s a beach house on Staniel Cay?  Our entire last day there was spent concocting ways we could work it out.  Maybe someday.  Or somethin’.  I’ll definitely be back.  Yearly, if I can at all manage it.

Note- if you’re looking for the resort feel with lots of stuff to do, this place is NOT for you!  The yacht club is the only show in town.  Perfect for us but if you’re looking for a party/social scene, restaurants, bars, fancy-pants hotel rooms, etc etc, this isn’t for you.   Bare bones, no frills type of place.

pristine!  heaven!

pristine! heaven!

Here’s the Trip Report (and, I know it’s long- this is really for my memory/records so you can skip onto the pics if you want-photo link at bottom of post):

Day 1:
Arrive in Ft Lauderdale and took shuttle to South Beach Miami.  Besides major blisters from walking around in high heels in the humid-as-hell Miami heat, it was a great evening.  We ate at Sushi Samba, had drinks at the Delano hotel, and the rest is kinda a blur.  A few crazy-expensive  bars later,  some weird bathroom incident involving Craig and a toilet, a 2:00 am grilled cheese, and we called it a night.  Miami was NOT the highlight of the trip but neither of us had been there before so we’re glad we got to experience it.  Wouldn’t necessarily ever go back on my own accord, however.  Just not my scene.  But it was fun for a night.

Day2:
Arrived at the airplane hangar at the executive airport in Fort Lauderdale after a crazy ride with the Super Shuttle guy who, during the shuttle ride to the FLL airport, with like 3 grandmas in their 80’s and 3 other random people, asked us what airline at the FLL airport (they don’t drop off at the executive airport so we were just going to take a taxi from FLL).  I told him we were taking a taxi from FLL to the exec airport.  He asked what chartered flight we were on.  Told him.   He then said he could drop us there, it’s on his way home, for $10 cheaper than a taxi ride.  I then said, well, we kinda gotta make a few stops first.  He asked where to?  I said (keep in mind, I’m at the very back of the bus so I’m shouting over everyone)….. “well…. Hey, do you know if they sell liquor in the grocery stores in Florida”?  He said:  “why, you need liquor?”  Me:  “Yes, and beer” (laughs all around).   And food.  And toiletries.  By that time, the entire bus was cracking up for they realized that yes, we’re getting on some small chartered flight and yes, we’re bringing our own booze.  Nice.  Classy lady, here.  That’s right.

The flight wasn’t as bad as one would expect.  The plane was cute.  It held a total of 9 whole people!!!  (Yeah, real cute there Shan).  I may or may not have been a little hungover after the post-Miami mania, so I may or may not have been chuggin’ water all morning long.  Turns out it was a great, great thing I did.  For, you see, I had to pee so bad (plane not big enough for a bathroom, you see), that was allI could think about.  Totally made me forget the fact that I was risking my life and the life of my true love on the teeniest-tiniest plane known to man (seemed like it, anyway).  Had to stop for Customs in Congotown, thank God, cuz I couldn’t have made it like 5 more minutes.  Hit the bathroom, twice–good-to-go for the 2nd stretch (and see, after we had already landed and taken-off once, when I was completely preoccupied with pee, I was operating at my lowest possible anxiety-level at that point-a little {or a lot of} pee can work wonders sometimes).

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Arrived at the Staniel Cay Yacht Club.  All I can say is this:  The dude who drove us over in the truck from the airstrip just drops us off on the dock.  I look at him and ask where the office is to check in.  He points to the bar.  Yep, that’s right- check-in and check-out done at the freakin’ bar.  My kinda place.  Oh, and also, the only tv on the whole damn island, maybe (kidding, but the only tv at the yacht club- the cottages don’t have em, or phones) was in the bar, and shit if I’m not lying, was airing some sort of damn “greatest college football program of all damn time/in the entire damn universe” special on the damn Carolina Gamecocks!   T’was fate!  (Ok, so maybe it was just a few clips of fumbles and such, but o’well, a girl can dream).  But still- the Gamecocks?  On Staniel Cay?  The minute we walk in?  Seriously?

Day 3
As if things couldn’t get any  better:  We find our boat.  That’s right, if you stay at the Staniel Cay Yacht Club, you get your own boat (well, you pay for it).  You use said boat to tool around to all the little islands around.  I think you can get to like 30 or so different islands on the tank of gas they give you.  You literally drive until you find one that’s uninhabited by tourists, and it’s yours for the day.  We quickly found like a bazillion that we would love to claim as our own for LIFE.  Breathtaking beauty, everywhere you look.  Everywhere.

One of my favorites was the island of swimming pigs.  Literally, the swimming pigs come swimming out to your boat from the beach looking for food.  They’re pretty big.  I like nature and all but these things were loud and a bit aggressive.  At first, I was wondering if they could  swim-fly into the boat for the Lance crackers we so graciously brought for them to eat (we forgot to let the SCYC staff know we were going so they could give us leftovers for the pigs- I wonder if they eat bacon??).  Once I realized they could not jump into the boat, I got more into it.  They were so damn cute!!!!!  I wanna live on their island with them and just hang out with em now.  How did they get there?  Do they really like to swim?  Do they eat fish?  What do they do all day?  Where do they get their water to drink?  How DID IT ALL HAPPEN???  Those are questions I may never know the answer to- one of life’s great mysteries, I suppose!  After this awesome day, back to the club.  And bar.  Met tons of awesome peeps.

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Here piggie piggie!

Day 4
I think this is the day we found our favorite private island.  As I mentioned, I cried the first time I stepped foot on it.  It was so beautiful, I cried.  Enough said.  8 hours and 8 Kaliks later, back to SCYC for a lil’ dinner and bar-action.  Perfect perfect perfect day.

Day 5
Kearje (crap, I knew I wouldn’t be able to remember the spelling-I should’ve written this up a lot sooner!), or “Kea”, an employee of the SCYC, is the BIGGEST SWEETIE I have ever met.  He was so kind and took us on a tour all around to all the islands, so we could 1) get a feel for where we were and 2) get a feel for how to operate the boat.  He may have offered this because he was a witness to a minor Shannon-freak-out concerning Craig operating the boat on his own. I was scared.  I don’t normally like boats, and I don’t like open water.  Or sharks.  Or being stranded.  Or running out of gas.   And stuff.  So, Kea offered to do it up right for us, island-style.  Kea took us to swim with the sharks.  He took us to the lizard island.   He took us to the island where he lives and showed us his house and the homes of other folks we met at the club.  He took us to Willy’s house (see below).  It was an all-day excursion of places we may never have seen without the help and knowledge of a local.  I hope to go back next year and I’ll bring Kea some sort of gift.  We told him we were from TX and he asked us if we knew Walker Texas Ranger.  :-)  He was awesome.   We got back and biked over to Pirate’s Beach (a really awesome beach on Staniel Cay that has a natural infinity pool-where the Caribbean meets the Atlantic, wow!  That’s where we met Titus (see below).  After that, bar- where we caught up with our friends.

Day 6
Boat.  Beach.  Beer.  Rain (the only 1/2 day it rained).  Cottage.  Bar.  Buddies.

Day 7
Boat with Chris and B (see below).  Our awesome friends we met at the SCYC bar.  They were soooooooo kind and took us out on their boat.  I don’t think I would’ve tried some of the things I tried that day unless we were with those two exact people.  No one else.  They took us snorkeling.  They took us drift diving.  Then, they took us snorkeling in caves (Thunderball Grotto to be exact- where the Bond move Thunderball was filmed!) with crazy currents that I, yes, me, surprisingly tackled.  It was the most beautiful experience ever.  I was a bit embarrassed though:  1) cuz at around 11:30, Craig and I totally broke out the rum and 2) They got to witness a not-so-minor Shannon full-throttle panic attack!  As I mentioned, I hate open water.  And, I also hate snorkeling equipment and feeling like I can’t really breathe properly.  I kinda lost it.  But, they totally calmed me down, I think, because they were just so calm and sweet.  I just felt so much more comfortable with them around- they’ve been going to Staniel Cay for 25 freakin’ years and know the area like the back of their hands.  Chris knows like every single type of fish in those waters; they knew every kind of coral, knew what kind of coral not to rub against (unless you like the feeling of being engulfed in red hot flames for like 3 weeks).  I was SO glad they invited us out!!!  It pretty much made the trip for us.  So, if you’re reading guys- thank you!!!!!  Hope to see you next year!  This time, the boat’s on us!  Oh- and also, thanks for telling me the story about the Bull Shark AFTER our 1st snorkeling stop-otherwise, I would’ve never gotten outta the boat!!!!  Oh, and Chris saw like a 15 foot barracuda that day, while we were drift diving- glad I wasn’t on his side of the boat!!

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Chris and B, or Diane or Reese (I think she looks like Reese Witherspoon)

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Storm Chaser- Alan's the captain of this boat- he gave us a tour!

Oh, what started that day out was the 4 of us, tooling around to Sampson Cay, where crazy Cap’n Alan’s yacht (Storm Chaser) was docked.  Ya see, the night before, at the bar, after lots of Kaliks and mango daqs, Alan invited us onto the yacht for a tour.  And, I’d bet a million bucks he never expected our asses to actually show up!  Ha!  Felt like an asshole.  We made one pass-by to see if Alan was outside and Zach, his son, was out mopping the roof or something (very technical yacht-terms, I know), and he sorta just waved.  We just ’bout gave up at that point, out of embarrassment.  That is, until we dock the boat to grab a few things at a store and before we know it, Craig’s walked up to the damn GIANT yacht and knocked on the damn door (I didn’t even know yachts HAD doors!)!Jesus!  How embarrassing.  But hey, it worked!  Alan was there and seemed totally cool with touring us around.  And, the yacht was amazing.  Alan is amazing.  So is Sally and Zach.  Awesomeness all around!  My 1st yacht experience!  Cooooooool.  And, Alan is the coolest, craziest and best-lookin Cap’n I’ve ever met (ok, I haven’t met too many, but he was def. awesome!)!

Day 8
Last day.  8 hours of perfection on our favorite private island.  Perfection.  Tears when we had to leave.  Oh, and funny story- got to the dock.  I was sorta the “front of boat lady, responsible for grabbing rope dealio”, and totally ATE IT big time, and fell right on my butt in the boat….. just out of sheer clumsiness (and rum may have been involved).  THEN, when I got it together, stood up and balanced myself and had us ready to tie-up, I noticed the camera was sitting in water in the boat, so I dropped the rope and lept for the camera.  Well, Craig sees this, and for some reason, freaks the hell out because we’re drifting away from the dock, lunges forward for the rope and HE totally eats it and falls on his butt!  Keep in mind, the dock totally backs-up to all the cottages so I’m sure all the SCYC guests saw the entire damn thing.  Classic moves right there.  Dem’ Chapman’s are a graceful bunch!

Craig was the man at man-handlin' the boat.  Quite hot, really.

Craig was the man at man-handlin' the boat. Quite hot, really.

Day 9
Worst day ever.  Complete shock to the system arriving back in the FLL airport with a bunch of turds hanging around.  After being off the grid for a week, I felt like I was in some sort of weird, alternate universe plagued with greasy too-tan dudes donning wife-beaters, belt-phone clips and ladies with too big boobs and too big hair.  Nightmare.
But, alas…..we got to come home to this beautiful slice of heaven so all’s right in the universe:

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Cast of Characters:

One of the best things of Staniel is the people.  Holy crap.  I’ve never met so many amazing folks in my life.  Characters of all types.  If you don’t take advantage of striking up conversations in the SCYC bar, after a glorious day on your own private island, you’re insane.  You meet people from all walks of life.  Yacht crews, yacht owners, people who are there for the same reasons you are- (to completely escape, get “off the grid”, experience the complete unspoiled beauty of the Caribbean, exactly how it’s supposed to be- sans touristy resorts with oily-greasy douche-bags, booming techno music and just crap).  Can you tell I hate places like Cancun, Miami, etc etc????  Yuck.  The people here RULE.  I looked forward to spending every night in the bar catching up with everyone we met, inquiring about their day and the plans for their next day in paradise.

David-owner of SCYC.  Totally helpful and totally HOT.  And, he pretty much has a drink in his hand the entire day.  Need I say more?
Shyvette- (sp?)  An amazing woman who took the BEST care of us.  I voted for her for employee of the month, she could run that place.  Totally awesome.
Kea– sweetie-pie, hope to see him again next year.  He’s the one who took us all around in the boat- got to see his house, Shyvette’s house, Willy’s place, swam with sharks with him for the first time.  Lizards and some of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.
Karl-awesome bartender who makes the best mango daquiries I’ve ever had!
Dave-another amazing bartender with a smile that will light up your world.
Alan #1– Man- I wish I could’ve talked to Alan more.  I met him at the bar one night and started chattin’ him up.  He’s from Staniel Cay and is a sailor.  And, get this- he used to sail the Kennedy’s back to Mass. every year after their vacation near Staniel.  Yep.  I think he said he did that for like 20 years in a row or something crazy.  He was awesome.
Alan #2- The most hilarious Aussie I’ve ever met.  Crazy Cap’n Alan.  Love him.  I would be his stew any day of the week.
Sally- Alan’s stew on Storm Chaser.  Totally hilarious, crazy and fiesty.  Loved her!
Chris and B– see above, the sweetest couple!  Hung out with them a good bit-I hope to see them again one day!  AND, they live in freakin’ Dallas!  (Or as Chris puts it…… :-(  Daaaallaaaas.  Not too thrilled ’bout Dallas.  I don’t blame him.
Jay and Naomi–  Crazy Texans!!!!!  They were so much fun!  One night, Craig and I were supposed to go out with them but we were way too tired from a day spent in the sun.  We passed them on the way to our cottage and they asked if we were going, I said, “no, I’m tired”.  Very next response:  Naomi:  “I’m DRUNK!”  My kinda lady.  Jay is a true Texan and brings his own peppers with him wherever he travels- like pounds of his own peppers!!!!  Jay gave me a book he finished reading on the trip, and it’s awesome- too sweet!
Bonnie- Bonnie was the sweetest lady, met her in the bar (of course).  She was the owner of the very 1st yacht we saw in Staniel Cay- a complete beauty (both the boat and Bonnie).  She’s from NC/GA and spends about half of her year tooling around the Caribbean on her boat with her super hot 1st Mate and Captain.   Awesome.
Birkee-I never got to really talk to him much but met him twice- once in his store (only store on the island, really), and another time getting gas in Chris and B’s boat.  Rumor has it that Birkee (sp?) was in a landing-strip accident involving an incoming plane.  The accident resulted in the loss of his arm.  Crazy story.  Super nice guy.
Titus- a hilarious little guy, 7 yo, I think, who we meant on Pirates Beach during our sunset extravaganza.  Hyper little guy but smart as a whip.  He, for the life of him, could not believe that I, Shannon Chapman, could have ever been 7 years old. 
Willy– Willy is amazing.  He is a driftwood artis and he gave us a tour of all of his work-that he’s been compiling for the last 30 YEARS!  Amazing!  Also- the man can grow anything.  Made even more impressive by the fact that his entire yard is STONE.  He finds a way to grow his produce through holes in the stones- let’s see, he had mango, papaya, grapefruit, sea-grapes, guava, aloe, bananas, some kind of apples, sweet potatoes, and the list goes on and on.  It was pretty amazing.
Steve-perhaps one of the best stories I’ve ever heard in my entire life.  Met Steve in the bar.  Asked him where he was from (looked a bit touristy, like everyone else in there)….. his response:  Oh, I live here.  Really?  How did that happen?  Get this:  (and I hope I remember this right):  About 5 years ago, he and his wife were vacationing on Staniel Cay, not unlike Crazel and myself.  Started talkin’ up a guy in a bar, a few drinks later, gave him his business card.  Steve is in IT (network guy).  Steve and wife leave island.  About 3 weeks after their return to the states, Steve gets a call from this guy.  Tells Steve he owns his OWN ISLAND near Staniel Cay, and he needs the interweb real bad.  Can he do it?  Well, uh….. (can you imagine?)……. sure, uh, when do you need it?  Well, as quick as you can do it, a few weeks????  Turns out, this dude Steve met in the bar is like a bazillionaire, owns a company, like 5 on Forbes…….owns his own damn private island.  Flies Steve and his wife to said island to set up this whole interweb thing- on private jet.  Stay in the guest house (marble everything, totally posh).  Steve sets this guy up.  The rest is history.  5 years later, Steve lives on Staniel Cay and has a business setting up internet, etc for all these richie private island-owning mofos (read: Johnny Depp, Faith Hill/Tim McGraw), eveyone who owns a private island around Staniel, Steve sets them up.  INCREDIBLE!  Goes to show you, you never know who you can meet in a damn bar!

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Willy!
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Crazy Texans- Jay and Naomi
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Kea! And SHARKS!
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B, Cap’n Alan, Sally and me.
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ummm. ummm. yumm. RUM!
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Me, Chris, B, Alan, Craig

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

                                                                                                                                                         

Craig, Bonnie, Me

Craig, Bonnie, Me

Click on Craig’s photo below to view all of our pictures:

Staniel Cay July 2009

Movies, lyrics, backpack patches, love.

My secret wish for Luci is for her to become a film director.

I picture a little cutie-pie with frizzy hair at 7 or 8 years- old, running around donning a teeny-made-for-lil-girls Gorilla Biscuits t-shirt that her Dad made her, with a video camera, filming her stuffed animals.   Then eventually, going to film camp.  Some kids go to like regular ol summer camp where they fish and have bon-fires and such.  I don’t really see that for the Luc.  I see lights, cameras…. action!  Does film camp for kiddos even exist?  If not, I’m going to start one.

Ok, so maybe forcing Luci to go to “film camp”, would be a selfish act.   I’ve always, always wanted to be a director and if Luci became one, I’d be able to live vicariously through her.  If not a director, I at least wanted to be that dude that gets to pick out the music for movie scenes.  I sometimes think  “movie-scenes” in my head…. when I hear a song, I make up a scene in my mind-music tends to do that to me- has the ability to remove me from my reality and sparks a sort of creative revelry (ok, so how dorky-dumb was that sentence?).  What he says about songs and lyrics having the power to convey feelings that are hard to communicate otherwise on-screen is also so true in real life (just ask any angst-ridden 15 year-old.  Heck, just ask any 35 year old working mom).

Marc Webb, director of the new flick 500 Days of Summer has my dream job.  He’s a music-video-director come film director and he really has a kick-ass job.  I enjoyed listening to how he encompasses music, lyrics into his movies.  Well, movie.  This is his directorial debut.  And, I cannot wait to see it.

Listen to the Marc Webb 500 Days of Summer interview

And, now for the tangent:

Side-note:  The part where the two main characters meet (over The Smiths lyrics in the elevator) brought back some fond memories for me.   Kinda reminds me of how I met Craig.  Freshman chemistry class, 8 am.  Craig walked in, my eyes fell down to his……. backpack patch (get your mind out of the gutter please).  I was instantly smitten.  I don’t even remember what random punk band’s logo was emblazened on the patch but I do remember this- I thought to myself, “this guy is awesome”.  Ya see, I could tell instantly that Crazel didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought of him.  How did I know this?  Well, his damn Polo Shirt, tucked.  Khakis.  Preppy canvas belt.  Neat and tight haircut (minus his infamous bangs back in the day).   He was totally prepped-out.  But, I was instantly intrigued with the punk patch on his backpack and I knew there was something more.  What I admired about Craig then still holds true today- he doesn’t give a crap what other people think of him.  He’s gotten SO much flack from our punk-rock friends throughout the years for what has been called his “golf boy” persona.  He’s comfortable enough with himself to dress how he wants and saves the crazy for the inside.  I love it.

Well, me and “Crazy on the inside” are leaving on a jet plane for our Bahamian vacay!  I will write all about it upon our return.  Peace-out!

25 Random Things- Luci Goosie Style

Did you notice when this thing was going around Facebook?   I did one for myself a while back (remember, I love lists), so now I thought I’d do one for Luci Goosie, or Chubby Chapman as we’ve been calling her as of late.

  1. Her hair is insane.  Like insane-in-the-membrane, nutzo-craze-o insane.  Some days it’s curly, some days it’s flat.  Every morning, the front is part frizz-ball/part grease pit.  It’s un-tamable.  I honestly have no idea what to do with it.  I’m a horrible hair-mom.  I just don’t know how to tame it!!!!  The only thing I really do is wet it in the morning and sort of crunch it and let it air-dry so it’s curly.  I love her curly hair!
  2. She cracks up incessantly at the word gym.  Or Jim.
  3. She sleeps face-flat, arms to side and butt straight up in the air.  Like every single night (hence the crazy frizz-ball bangs when she wakes up).
  4. She loves it when you copy her doing anything.  Make the same noises.  Copy her movements.  She thinks it’s all very hilarious.
  5. Because of the flat-faced sleeping technique she’s got going on, she wakes up looking totally unlike herself- all puffy-faced and drowsy.  It’s the cutest thing.
  6. She loves to throw hissy-fits.  I think she got my flair for temper-tantrums.  If she’s “over” something, she’s over it.  Like, get it the F away from me right this very second or I will freak out and scream.  Loud.  And throw things.  And,  freak out!
  7. She loves Matt’s El Rancho.
  8. She is so very sensitive.  If you so much as look at her the wrong way, her lower lip starts that pouty-quivering thing that is her precursor to a big cry.
  9. She LOVES playing “Where’s Luci”????  She’ll cover her eyes with her hands, toys, blankie and we go “Where’s Luci”?  She removes hands/blankie and we scream “OH!!  There she is!!!  I didn’t see you there”!!
  10. If she’s crawled away to a place she knows she’s not supposed to be (like let’s say by the dog food), and if she hears you come up behind her, she covers her eyes– she thinks when she does that, she really is invisible.
  11. She’s moody.  Sometimes she wakes up all giggly.  Other times, she’s miss bitchypantz.  Kinda like her Daddy.  Ok, ya got me.  More kinda like her MaMa, I guess.
  12. She doesn’t like you feeding her Cheerios.  She’s a big girl and likes to do it herself.  (oh, yes, she finally likes Cheerios- hated them for the longest time it seemed).
  13. She LOVES the pool.  She’ll stay in it for hours on end if she can.
  14. She’s recently located her lady-parts.
  15. She loves other kids.  Everything about them.  When we are out somewhere, she just stares and stares at the other kids.
  16. When she’s tired or sad, she lays her head on your shoulder and it just melts your heart.
  17. She never went through the phase of putting everything in her mouth.  Not sure why, she just doesn’t do it.  Hope it doesn’t start.
  18. Her favorite song is that “love in a coffee shop” song that is on the commercial for that phone company.  Every time it comes on, she drops whatever it is she’s doing at the time to listen.  Never fails.
  19. Loves remotes and cell phones.  But then again, what kid doesnt?
  20. Her favorite food is mixed mango and pears.  She freaks for it.
  21. She is SO easy going.  We are so lucky.  She loves to sleep and can entertain herself in her crib in the mornings while we’re showering.  Again, I realize, we’re very very lucky.
  22. She’s a talker.  Constantly making some sort of noise.  She does this yodeling thing that I LOVE.  I’m determined to get it on tape and will post it.  It’s the CUTEST sound I’ve ever heard.
  23. She loves Don Williams.
  24. She now has 6 teeth- 4 on the bottom and 2 on the top.  She CONSTANTLY grinds them though and it makes the most horrible sound I’ve ever heard.  I hope she stops that soon.
  25. She loves her Daddy.  For realz serious-like.  They really have a special bond and he’s so damn good with her.  Sometimes I catch her just staring at him with this contented smile on her face- he lights up her world.  It’s pretty amazing to see.

Oh, and I just have to add one more:

26.  She totally smells like cookies.

Sweet, Savage Love

Needed to find an attention-grabbing subject line to grab ya back, reader…. that is, if there are any readers still out there.  Sorry for my posting-hiatus (I don’t count the last post about the stinky gym dude as a real post- I just needed to bitch).  I’ve been uber busy.  And, uber stressed.  Work has been kicking my butt and I’m busy gearing up for our vacation next week!   (final countdown- 1 week!)!

So, I think it’s pretty funny that my 1st post after the hiatus is about sex.  But, I couldn’t resist.  This is kinda funny stuff.  Take a listen to this story I heard today on NPR.

Listen Now

or read the story here (the audio is better).

I can just picture this snotty literary-type dude-man sneaking Fabio-inspired tales of love and lust into faculty meetings.  Creeping lust monster!  I might recommend his technique to some of our faculty members.

Yeah, not that exciting of a story I guess.  But when I heard the title of the book, I knew it was meant to be- so if for nothing else, posting it so I could steal the title for my blog post.

Again, I know I suck for not posting recently.  So, well, I figured I needed to come back with a bang! (ha ha)

That’s what she said.

Dear Skanky Gym Dude

Dear Skanky, smelly-ass Gym Dude,

It is NOT ok to smell as bad as you do.  It is NOT acceptable for you to come barging into the track like you own the place, with your dang smelly, stinky, deeeesgusting gym outfit made of crap.  And, your stupid, stinky “running shoes” that aren’t even running shoes at all, they’ve got no arch support, and they suck.

I’m all for working out.  I’m even all for working out and stinking afterwards (just ask Craig).  I am, however, NOT all for stinking so bad BEFORE you even start working out that you make other people gag and almost barf up their lunch when you run past them.  So, dear skanky gym dude- just a little helpful hint- it is NOT against the law to wash your clothes after a workout.  Nope.   AND, it may surprise you but it’s not against the law to, let’s say, wear varying sets of workout clothes on different days of the week.  There is no hard and fast rule that says you MUST workout in the exact same smelly-ass, puke-green shirt and sucky khaki shorts every day of the freaking week.  I bet you don’t even change out your socks, you grodie-barf-a-riffic-Mr.stinkz-a lot- piece of workout grossness.

Seriously.  Why do all old dudes at the gym stink?  I’m going to do a study and I bet I’ll find that all old guys, let’s say 44+ers, are big-time stinkers.  Seriously, you walk into the faculty weight room with all the old dudes and the pungent B.O. smell that washes over you immediately upon crossing the threshold is enough to bout knock the breath right outta ya.  I did a test one time and walked up to the student weight room, opened the door and was pleasantly surprised with the sweet smell of cheap men’s cologne.  I’d take cheap cologne (heck, I’d even take country cologne) over old-geezer-B.O. any day of the week.   Seems these old geezers have either lost their sense of smell or are just too old to give a damn.

 

Skanky, smelly-ass gym dudes????  Young or old!!??   —-  “That’s a deal-breaka, ladeeez”!!!!

To My Baby’s Daddy-

Thank you for giving me 60 shots in my thighs.

Thank you for holding my hair and wiping my face when I was puking in the parking lot after the 1st IVF procedure.

Thank you for holding my hand through many painful procedures and wiping my tears after many painful disappointments.  I realize I’m stronger than I look and I probably near-bout squeezed your hand off…  (But, “Bitch Please…..”, don’t be surprised.  And, let this be a lesson, and a reminder– I could completely “take you” in any wrestling/scrappy-grappling/mixed-martial arts scenario imaginable.  Bitch, please…. you know I could).

Thank you for bringing me yummy food and goodies and making sure I had good movies to watch while on the couch recovering.

Thank you for spoiling me rotten during pregnancy by taking care of me and also completely redoing our house.

Thank you for coming to every single one of my drs appointments.  Seriously- every. single. one.

Thank you for being my “rock” during my scary labor.  (Seriously, y’all- I was freaking the f-out- as per usual.  Crazel was as cool as a cucumber- as per usual).

Thank you for always being the voice of reason and talking me down when I need it— when the worry is over-the-top (which is all the damn time, really).

Thank you for taking care of me after my C-section.  A newborn baby and new-born-babymama-going-crazy-recovering-from-surgery-and-trying-to-breastfeed– must not have been all that easy.  Not easy at all.

Thank you for being patient with me.

Thank you for being a good sport about the daily donning of my flannel basketball pajama bottoms- – – – and, y’all-they were made for a 13-year-old-boy and I seriously put them on immediately after work like about 5 days a week.  For like the last 9-10 years.  Seriously-like as soon as I walk in the door.  And, seriously- they have basketballs- ALL OVER THEM.  Ok, damnit— ** see below**

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Seriously though….

Thank you for taking such good care of our daughter.  And, of me.

Thank you for loving our daughter so much that you can’t stand to be apart from her; check in on her every single night while she’s sleeping; sing to her; play your guitar for her; laugh with her- and at her; teach her; hold her; protect her; read to her; cry for her; take the BEST care of her.

(Already, in her short 10 months here- she is 100% completely/wholly/unabashedly SMITTEN with you.  Like in a MAJOR way.  Luci loves her Daddy like there is no tomorrow!!!!!!)

To sum it all up, thank you for giving us our Luci.  And, thank you for being the best Dad I could have ever dreamed Luci to have.  She is the luckiest little girl on the planet.  And, I’m the luckiest lady.

Happy Father’s Day.

Simmer down, Shannie!

I’ve been getting a bit of flack for my sappy emo-girl blog posts.  So, I’m emotional.  I can admit it.  But, I’d like to think of myself as well-rounded with equal parts emo-girl and yes, bitchy-mcbitch.  I hope the aforementioned posts don’t give readers out there the wrong idea.  I can still bitch with the best of ’em.  So, to prove it, here’s a list of things that really piss me off (in no particular order).  Oh, and this is just today.  I’m sure I’d have a completely different list if asked tomorrow.  There’s lots of stuff, ya see.

Things I Hate:

  • subdivisions
  • man-jewelry
  • excessive plastic
  • tattoos-yes, I have tattoos.  And, yes, I hate tattoos, even my own.  I do, however, love my friend Amy’s tattoo on her back.
  • random tom waits impersonations
  • loud phone talkers in public places
  • trucks (really hate SUV’s unless they’re hybrids)
  • people who do not hold cell phone normally, ya know, those people who, for some reason, think it’s really cool to hold the phone a few inches in front of the mouth when speaking?  Like a walkie-talkie?  Then bring phone back up to ear to hear.  WHY?
  • Dudes that go shirtless on the trail that should not be going shirtless out in public
  • Dudes that go shirtless on the trail that look good and know they look good
  • stinky gym dudes
  • stinky gym dudes who jog and fart up-wind of me on the trail or track
  • Dudes that do their hair up all nice to jog the trail.  Like, seriously, why do you need a faux-hawk to run?
  • Ladies who decide it’s a good idea to drown themselves in stinky perfume just to go out for a run.
  • Damn computer problems.  Ask Craig.  Many a hissy-fit over computer-related issues.  I’m talking MAJOR hissy fits.  HATE that shit!
  • Wedgies
  • My mom gut
  • Waking up early
  • bullies in the work place
  • GEEZ- that really annoying guitar dude on the trail who always yells out “good job mom” and plays his generic hippy guitar.  Like every single time I go he’s there.  Although, I guess it’s pretty cool of him to do it.  But I wonder, what does he do for a living?  He doesn’t look homeless.  He’s a mystery to me.
  • sensationalistic weathermen
  • gladiator sandals
  • other stupid fads
  • hootchie-mammas
  • the 6th st scene.  Although, Mooseknuckles is pretty damn awesome
  • cigarettes.  I even hate the word.  Hate everything about them.
  • The word rural.  Although, when paried with juror, it’s good.   “Rural Juror”.  Nice. Thanks, Tina Fey.
  • The word webinar
  • Fox news
  • 100 degree weather
  • The old professors who play basketball on the courts under the inside track at the gym.  They take it so very seriously and get reallllllly angry if someone on their team makes a bad play.  They scream-cuss each other out and yell a lot.  Don’t get me wrong, I have a sailor’s mouth (naw, really?), but I think it’s horrible to scream-swear at people.   It makes me uncomfortable and mad.  Especially over a stupid basketball game.  Simmer down, dudes.
  • My wrinkles and post-pregnancy skin- it’s developed into dry, wrinkly crappiness.  Ugg.  I seriously need to completely rethink my skincare routine.
  • being called “ma’am” everywhere I go on campus.  EVERYWHERE.  ALL THE TIME!
  • Other stuff.

Wow, this felt kinda good.  Maybe I should do a weekly “things I hate” post if for nothing else, to vent a little.  Simmer down, Shannie.

The ultimate list

I love lists.
This is for all you lady-mammas-to-be out there.  I know a few peeps who are knocked-up so I thought I’d send out an unsolicited list concerning all things essential as I see them, for the 1st 9 months.  I’ve divided it into pre-baby checklist, newborn, and things you can wait on.  I also included a list of things I did not miss and that you might want to steer clear of.  I’m a bare essentials type of gal- I did not want all this extraneous baby shit sitting around my house unused.  I remember being completely clueless and had to rely on friends’ advice to get me through.  Remember, Amy and Tisha- strolling through Babies-R-Us with a clueless Shannon?  I couldn’t have done it without you guys!  Also, good God, I don’t know what I would’ve done without my sister’s advice and input and help…. So, pay it forward, here is the list:

Newborn Needs:

Onesies- 8-10 (size 0-3 months); 12 (size 3-6 cuz they grow so darn fast).  Luci  basically lived in onesies during those early months.  They just seemed the most comfortable thing for her.  I wasn’t all about “dressing her up” at such an early age- too much of a hassle, we never left the house, and some of those outfits seemed downright uncomfortable!  Nice, cheap, soft onesies did it for us for a long, long while.  My only advice- buy very few small ones and mostly medium sized at first.  You’ll be amazed how fast they grow!!!!

Other outfits- pants and t-shirts; zipped, footed pajamas; and of course, you’ve GOTTA have SOME cutsie outfits for all the photos!!!!  Suggestion- 7 or so outfits.

Diapers- Swaddlers, smallest size.  I’d get 3-4 huge boxes so you don’t have to run back to store right away.

Diaper Genie– We have Diaper Genie II and have had no problems with it.  Do not forget to buy multiple replacement bag thingies- like 5 at first so you don’t have to worry about going back to store for more for a while.

Diaper Cream- Desitin is the BEST (and cheapest); don’t go for all those expensive brands- my sister tested them all out for us!  Her findings- Desitin blows them all outta the water!

Bathtub- one that fits in your kitchen sink so you don’t have to bend over your bathroom tub.  We still use the same bathtub and she’s over 20 lbs now!  I can’t remember brand name but we got it at Babies R Us, pretty generic.

Socks-Trumpettes are the only ones that will stay on.  I’d get 12-pair.  Baby can wear these (one size fits all) until they are about 1 year old.  Luci has just about grown out of these- but they make toddler sized for 1-2 year olds so I need to pick up some of those soon.

Bibs- once you start bottle feeding, you’ll need a shit-ton of these.  My sister gave me probably 15 terri cloth bibs and I was like, what the HELL am I going to do with all these bibs?  Well, I used them all the time, still am and STILL had to wash frequently.  I’d recommend 15 cheap, washable- will use till at least 9 mo of age.  They WILL get stains on them!

Baby Book- I love “Baby 911” by Dr. Ari Brown- she is a Dr at my pediatrician’s office.  Friends got this book for us and it was our bible for 1st 4 months  for sure!  Everything you need to know from red flags to sleeping patterns to nursing, to development.  Great!  I still reference this book occaisionally.

Thermometer– some pediatricians require you to have anal themometer.  I know, sounds horrible but my peds office said that if we called in saying our child had a fever, 1st question would be if we took it with anal themometer.  If not, they’d make us hang up, go purchase one, retake temp and call back.  Baby doesn’t even feel it- we did it when she was asleep and wouldn’t even wake her up.   She still doesn’t even realize anything’s going on down there.

“My Breast Friend” I call it a “boob-preserver” and it is hands-down SO much better than the “Boppy” for breastfeeding.   Night and day.  If you’re going to breastfeed, this is a MUST.  It made my life so much easier after the lactation consultant recommended this.  Made a HUGE difference in my technique and technique is everything when breastfeeding!

Boob cream- You need pure lanolin.  I used Lansinoh and loved it.  This stuff is miracle in a tube.  Won’t get into the gorey details on here but suffice it to say, you WILL need this stuff if you are breastfeeding!  Bring to hospital.

Nursing bras- Target has cheap ones that were perfect for me.  I had 2 and went back and bought about 5 more to avoid having to wash one twice a day!

Nursing pads- I remember having absolutely no clue these even existed when Amy and Tisha pointed them out at Babies-R-Us.  Uh, yeah.  You’ll need these.  You’ll need a TON of these.  I got the washable type mostly and probably got about 40 of them.

Lingerie or sock washing bag– to wash nursing pads in so they don’t get lost.  Also useful for small baby items like socks.

Burp-cloths– get a ton of them.  Babies-R-Us has this really annoying brand that completely lose their square shape after washing which make them impossible to fold….I THINK they were the organic cotton type, so stay away from those.  I probably have 15 or so burp cloths.

Washcloths– get a ton of them.  I think I have about 20.  I use 2 for every bath.

Baby hooded towels– I bought the cheap packets at Target.  I think we have about 6 of them.  I also have cheap regular hand towels as extra padding for countertop for after we remove her from tub in kitchen.

Blankets- get about 8 of the thin flannel kind for swaddling.  Then, a few extra plush, cute ones for other purposes.  We really overdid it in the blanket area (I love blankets).  I have about 20 of them and didn’t go through that many.

Kiddopatamus-Swaddle Me wraps–  These  were awesome when it became to hard too swaddle her in a regular blanket.  These are easy to use and really worked for us.

Crib sheets- I am addicted to crib sheets.  I have about 8 of them and that has served us pretty well so far but I think 3-4 would be essential.  Target has cute ones!

Mattress pad– 2 in case one gets soiled and needs replacing before you can get to do the laundry.

Mattress- recommend organic one.  Make sure you air it out prior to assemling it with sheets, etc.  And, get one at least 2 months before you have baby so that all the chemicals, etc can “air out”.

Diaper changing pad- we just got one that sits on top of regular dresser and it’s worked out great for us.  See below for anti-slip material.

Rubber carpet anti-slip– for use under diaper changing pad if you’re using it on top of regular dresser.  You can get it at Target in rugs section.  Just cut a piece small enough to fit under pad and works like a charm- Thanks, Amy!

Sleep sacks/wearable blankets- Once Luci started hating being swaddled, these things were life-savers.  She still sleeps in one every single night and will probably continue to do so for a long time.  I think she was over being swaddled at 2-3 months and these provided the extra warmth she needed to keep her warm in such a cool room (see below for recommended temperature in nursery to avoid sids- it’s a chilly 69 degrees plus fan!)!  Only complaint- the ones you find at Babies R Us are so CHEAPLY made.  I haven’t looked elsewhere and keep suffering through broken zippers, etc.  We’re about ready to move up to the next size and I’m going to track down some better quality ones.

Small Fan– the news that circulated air helps to reduce sids by 72% came out right after Luci was born.  We went out and bought a fan right away.  I was freaked because of the chilly air in her room- but apparently, fans don’t help decrease the temperature, they just circulate the air so all was good.  Don’t point it direclty at the crib.

Humidifier- especially for winter nights.  The last thing you want is dry snot clogging up those nostrils-makes for horribly long and hard feeding times!  We got a cheap one at the drug store and used it just about every night.

Nose-sucker thingie- a MUST, especially for a bad cold.  However, according to our Dr, you’re not to overuse it as it can irritate nasal cavity and make everything worse so we basically tried to use it right before feedings so that Luci would actually eat!

Throat-sucker thingie- Luckily, we didn’t have to use this a lot but you need it.  Especially for the first few weeks, while they’re getting used to swallowing, etc.  Peace of mind.  I carried mine around with me everywhere in my diaper bag.  Bring it to the hospital.

Eucerin- My Dr. recommended this for Luci’s excema.  I don’t know if it really works because she still has it, but it’s very moisturizing, very mild for baby’s sensitive skin (and I’ve tried all kinds of creams for excema and nothing’s worked so far).  Just regular old Eucerin.  I put it on her every day still.  Note- not recommended to put anything on baby’s skin for first few weeks to 1st month.  Dr. also recommended Aquaphor and I use that, too.

Formula- even if you’re breastfeeding, have it on-hand.  We tried both liquid (more expensive) and powder.  No difference.  Powder is cheaper and easy peasy.

Bottles– get BPA free bottles (BPA can cause all kinds of problems-it leaks from the plastic when it has been heated).  I liked Green to Grow (thanks, Jami!).

Bottle drying rack– simple one.  And bottle brush.

Munchkin plastic bottle parts holder thingie for dishwasher (for nipples, tops of bottles, etc).  A coworker got one for me and I had no clue what it was.  We use it every single day still.

Milk Storage bags– Once you get to the point where you’ll actually leave the house for any amount of time, you’ll need to pump and store.  There are many options for this-the freezer bags seemed to work best.  There are also containers you can get to keep in fridge.

Car seat– duh.  Get one that works with your stroller for easy transport of sleeping baby.

Stroller– duh.  I LOVE my BOB for jogging.  Fabulous!  No complaints here.  We got the “Sports Utility” one since we jog on the trail a lot and it’s just perfect.  The front wheel doesn’t turn so it’s not great for a regular stroller. However, you could totally get the “Bob Revolution” and use it as your jogger AND regular stroller.  Just get a car seat that goes with it.  Regular day-to-day stroller- get one that works with the car seat for easy transferring of sleeping baby.  Ease of use is key so test it out in the store.  Ease of use and weight.  You don’t need an expensive stroller as long as it’s easily manipulated and light, you’re fine.  If you’re a jogger, save the $ and use it on the Bob jogger instead-it’ll change your life.  Ok, not really, but it’s the best damn stroller ever.

Wipes- shit ton of these.  I use Target “unscented”.  Never used a wipe warmer and never would- not needed.

Mild baby wash- not supposed to use anything but water for at least the 1st few weeks.  Get something mild.

Nail clippers– I didn’t get comfortable cutting her nails until she was about 3 months old.  It’s scary!!!  After the 1st month, I think, you can peel them if you want.  Before that, the nail isn’t separated from the skin yet so I wouldn’t touch them.  Socks work (so they don’t scratch themselves while sleeping).  The mitten things they sell that are all cutsie-steer clear- they do NOT stay on!!!!  They also make onesies with folds that go over the hands- we used these a good bit too and they worked fine.

Swing- Ummm… at first, I refused to buy one.  I hate big plastic baby looking shit.  Hate that shit.  Amy let us borrow hers and THANK GOD she did.  The was the ONLY way Luci would sleep the 1st night.  I highly recommend you getting a swing.  Doesn’t have to be anything big or fancy.  A small, cheap one will do.  For the first few months, I didn’t like leaving Luci in her crib while I was awake so I always put her down in the swing in the living room where I could keep an eye on her.  She loved sleeping in the swing.

Breast pump- duh.  Get a good one.  Thank you, Tisha!  Shirly reminded me you can rent a hospital grade one.  Do this- it is NOT gross at all (sounds it, I know).  Once you figure out how it all works and that only the replacement tubes, etc etc “touch” you, you’ll see what I mean.  You’re basically just renting the motor.

New set of tubes- etc if you’re borrowing a breast pump

CD Player and soothing CD’s for nursery– Luci still loves acoustic guitar and I think it’s from music in her room at an early age and also Craig playing to her.

Things you can wait on

Bouncy– one that hangs in the doorway.  Luci loved it!

Bumbo- We fed her in this for a few months but you don’t need it until they can sorta sit up, maybe around 3 months.

Lots of toys– they literally sleep and eat for like 3 months.  lots of extra toys that early will clutter up the house.

Convertible car seat– don’t need this till they are 20 lbs, around 10 months old

Food processor– you may want to consider buying one if you plan on making your own baby food (a lot easier than it sounds)

Things for Mom/Things to do before

Robe/Slippers– for hospital

Comfy PJ’s– you will live in these

“Spa-like treatments” for your showers- Showers are rare.  Make them worthwhile.  Spoil yourself with good, yummy smelling essentials.  I did and it made my showers extra special.

House clean- pay someone to do a good cleaning about 1-2 weeks before due-date.  That way, you come home to a really clean house and you don’t have to worry about it

House projects/organizing– won’t have time after baby gets here

Read up on C-sections- just in case.  I had no idea recovery was going to be so painful

Shopping- stock your kitchen about 1-2 weeks before due date (or even a few weeks earlier than that, just in case).  Anything and everything you can think of- you WILL go through it.  Easy to prepare dinners and yummy snacks, etc.  Include maxi pads on this list-lots of them.

Ask friends/relatives to bring you food- Essential.  Our friends Kevin and Tisha stocked our fridge for us while I was in the hospital.  It was AMAZING coming home to the yummy food they got for us.  Also, other friends brought us food throughout the weeks following Luci’s birth.  I remember the securing of food being such a pain in the ass and it would’ve been WAY WORSE without the help of our friends.  They also brought us food in the hospital- this is essential because if you’re anything like me, you’ll be STARVING and hospital food sucks.

Find a good pediatrician who has a nurse lactation consultant on staff- ESSENTIAL.  We spent about 3 hours with ours and she was AMAZING!!!!  Changed our lives!

Learn to take naps at weird times-
You must sleep when baby sleeps.  I could not and it wreaked havoc on my everything.  I wish I had actually practiced taking naps.

Things I did not get that I did not miss

Wipes warmer– not a necessity

Exersaucer– I hate these big plastic things.  If they made a cool mod one, I would’ve gotten it.  I think there’s a market for cool, mod baby stuff.  I wanted a sleek wooden one.  Not out there.  Didn’t miss it anyways- and she had one at daycare.

Bring to Hospital

Robe/Slippers

Socks

Snacks– seriously.  I was in there for 5 days and we raided the hospitals snack area like 30 x per day.  I would recommend stuff like pudding and jello.  I couldn’t get enough.

Toiletries– I remember the 1st shower post-surgery.  It hurt like hell but damn, did I smell better afterward

Baby outfit

Change of clothes– comfy

Notebook to write any notes from Dr/lactation consultants

Baby book– for the little footsie prints

Lansinoh– Boob cream

Oh, and take everything they try to give you in the hospital home with you- you’ll need ALL of it.

I’m sure I’m forgetting things so I will add as I remember them.  It’s a lot to think about but eaiser to get a hold of than it seems.