All posts by Savvy Spoonie

I am an artist, writer, jeweler, and a Spoonie. Before becoming a Spoonie I was a very busy high achieving attorney and advocate bent on saving the world. Now I'm struggle to redefine my life to fit within my reduced energy level. Some days are better than others. I have fibromyalgia, trigeminal neuralgia, and chronic daily migraine.

New locks…

There’s a new Hair-do in town…

This time courtesy of a an excellent Italian hair-stylist from Brazil, Adalberto. He was charming, he was helpful, and he was wonderful! I went in seeking the common post baby short cut and left with a long bob “still capable of a pony-tail.”

Adalberto, Al as he is known by his clients, was insistent that I would regret cutting my hair too short for a pony-tail. “I have two children” he said, “trust me, there are times when you really need to be able to have a pony-tail.”

Who am I to argue with the voice of superior knowledge?

Anyway, I am very happy with the cut, and will be returning to Adalberto’s for the duration of my east coast stay.

Oh… and Luke sent me this link, it is really, really, really, cool. I urge you to view it. 500 years of female portraits in Western Art.

This is an amazing video, I suggest watching it. Whoever did this worked very hard!

In the natural habitat

(The new mother, desperate to contact the outside world, may be observed engaging in communication activities that fall outside the realm of her normal behavior. Calling out to the male of the species more often than usual, reaching out to her parents, blogging twice or more in one day, all of these behaviors may be witnessed by the interested observer and are typically indicitive of new life in the den.)

Yes I already blogged once today, but I thought I would add some pictures and tell the world of Monkey’s success in feeding Otter via bottle. After his nap, he was placed on her lap and she popped the bottle right in his greedy little mouth. He smiled and took right to it. It was much easier than it was 2 weeks ago, every day of experience helps! Monkey was deeply proud of her acheivement, and Otter gobbled up about an ounce before demanding a real breast.

Monkey feeds the baby:


After I sat down with him she promptly seized the camera and began clicking away.
Mommy feeding Otter:

Then she demanded I snap a few pictures of she and I while he ate. No mean feat, but we got one good one anyway. (Note the bunched up area on my shirt, there is a hungrily eating baby under there.)
Monkey and Mommy:

We went to a school art show for Monkey last night. Here is her submitted piece, as promised, entitled “Monkey gives Nama a flower.”

And here she is proudly pointing out her artwork on the wall. The school placed each classroom’s art on a wall and the show consisted of a walk through the school to view the art. (There was a concert as well, but she wasn’t in it, and I was tired, so we didn’t stay.)

Hormones and Dreams…

I had the worst dream last night. It was one of those dreams where you are walking through your house into your bedroom and you just have this sinking feeling that you are going to find something horrible on the other side. Every step was in slow motion as I walked towards the door, I opened it and on the bed was a shirt of Lee’s. The room smelled vaguely of women’s perfume and the shirt has a lipstick stain on it.

The rest of the dream consisted of vignettes of me trying to figure out what to do, me crying, me packing up the kids and moving back in with my parents, etc. I woke up cranky and depressed. There is nothing like a cheating nightmare to make a brand new mommy feel squishier and less secure than the day before. Why is it that I feel less pretty, and therefore in a sick way (that has nothing to do with logic and reason) less valuable to my husband, when I have an extra 40 pounds of perfectly valid baby wieght on my frame?

It is not as though I gained this weight eating nachos and watching daytime soap operas. I grew an 11 pound 6 ounce baby for the love of Pete! Then I birthed him! I should feel like a rock star, or like MVP at the very least.

On the happy front, I lost 9 pounds in just under three weeks, so his eating habits are helping me creep back toward my pre-baby weight. Of course, then I will be back to attempting to lose the law school weight, but no one is perfect.

I am breathing… cleansing breaths… my dream was not indicative of reality, it was all a subconcious hormone induced nightmare.

I am getting a haircut tomorrow. I will post pictures.