Fort Lauderdale: Land of Elderly Retirees

On the plane to FL as soon as the "fasten seatbelt" sign went off, half of the plane ran to get in line for the restrooms...needless to say, they were all members of the AARP. The line didn't peter off until the sign came back on 3 hours later.

we had a great time...I was EXTREMELY lazy, and loved having 2 grandmas to toss Giada off to when I got tired of holding her. It's funny how jealous I got when I didn't get to hold her for a while.


My mom bought her a swimming suit. Adam and I had the biggest fight about putting her in it...he thinks that we were treating her like a doll, and was upset that we had not washed it yet. We WERE treating her like a doll...and I'm not sorry for it! She looked adorable and she even giggled the entire time we took pictures. She was only in it for about an hour, so Adam will get over it. But beware, Adam, there are more to come!


I am on the verge of making a very big decision...whether or not to return to my job or not. Aside from the fact that I cannot bear the thought of leaving Giada for 26 hours each week, I can't rationalize any major benefit for returning for 3 months until we move...only negative effects. Because this country is whack and I only get about 80% of my actual pay, the money made will barely outweight the cost of travel and childcare. Going back means having to pump a lot...and Giada hates the bottle...she'll take it but she doesn't eat enough (and I've tried almost every nipple out there). The young lady who will be caring for her has never taken care of an infant on her own before, so I have many doubts about that set-up. I know that I will putting the company in a major pickle because there are some computer programs that only I know how to run that are needed for this major Spring event. Perhaps I can suppress instinct and return just to help out with that, but I break down and cry at the thought.

it's pitiful really. feel sorry for me.

what Giada will never wear

for the record, Giada...I NEVER dressed you in this ridiculous pink, animal costume/onesie...thing. Firstly, what animal is is supposed to be? And secondly, are you SERIOUSLY supposed to where this thing in public? By far, this is the second worse gift you have gotten, and you won't ever remember it b/c it's going to disappear in about 2 minutes.

The first worst gift is the following...

These booties were knit by my MIL's blind friends mother, who I should think is blind too. These gigantic booties, which were accompanied by a matching bonnet, would fit a 6-year-old. What 6-y-o wears booties? and the bonner fits her now, though she's never going to wear it. I hate to be such a bitch, but my God they are ridiculous!

Giada's birth story is nearly finished, but I am leaving for Florida for 2 weeks, so it's going to be that much longer...apologies. I know you're all SOOOO eager to hear how my cervix performed.