I hope this blog will always be around because I am constantly telling myself to write down the memories.
To keep a journal, or make a scrapbook, (this goes along with my last post long ago) that you kinda are who you are... at least me... I want to do things differently for our baby... but scrapbooking has never been my thing. I doubt it will start now.
So with a blog, youre like well it's been so long whats the point now. But tonight, I felt it was time. Who knows when I'll get back to it.
Tonight, I went to a concert with Daddy and his sister and brother... I saw a guy there who was in a wheelchair and (as usual) my eyes filled up with tears. I am so lucky. I am so so so so so so so so so lucky to have a healthy, perfect baby. Everyday he gets smarter and more aware. He crawls now, his own scoot crawl... not on all fours. but he gets around fast. He is eating baby mum-mums and anything we eat when we go out together I will give him some. He sits in the cart at target... he falls over, but still. It's helping him get stronger. He chases after the cats in the walker and wants to touch the air vents and anything else he shouldn't be.
Oh and that smile. He has TWO TEETH! He got them at about 7 months.. he is almost 8 now. He didn't cry much... just a little whiney for a day or two... but he still just lights up all the time when he see's us... or anyone really. Everyone tells us how gorgeous he is... and how beautiful his eyes are. It's ironic considering the whole time I was pregnant, i just kept saying... this kid better be cute... and he is the cutest.
He loves to grab our hair, and open his mouth wide and try to attack our faces. It sounds ridiculous but it's adorable. Painful but adorable. You want to be tough and say no but you can't help yourself but let him.
I am constantly thanking life for giving us such a wonderful baby. Even if he's fussy, or whining up a storm, or getting mad because his spoon food has ended... he loves us... and we love him. I hope his mostly loving demeanor stays over the course of the next few years... I hope I can teach him to be patient... even when his food is done. I hope he knows how much we love him... he gets a million kisses and "i love yous" a day. I hope he knows he will always have the most perfect place in my heart... my first baby boy...
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
My kid probably won't wear sneakers.
This dawned on me tonight when I saw a picture of a girl on a blog in her sneakers and socks and it hit me that my baby probably wont wear sneakers often. I also realized that the way you do things will probably be the way you do things for your kids and not to think otherwise. Before baby was born I bought him numerous coats, fluffy bear suits and outwear options that he wore maybe once. (along with many other fancy outfits that he wore for maybe an hour) and I realized, I don't wear coats ever. That's probably why I never made him wear them. I just threw some blankets on him and called it a day. The weather wasn't terribly cold this winter either which helped.
So it just gets you to thinking what else will you impose on your child even if you think you'll do a better job with them. Some things are fine... like sneakers. I am more of a slip on shoe kinda gal, sneakers and socks just aren't my thing. Coats, okay maybe I should work on that because other people will probably look at me and wonder where my kid's coat is. Eating is a huge worry. I am a terrible terrible eater. At this point in my life I eat... ice cream, candy, starbucks, progresso macaroni and bean soup, cookies, rice and vegetables and that's basically it. I am a terrible eater. I don't really eat meat except for every so often lunch meat or bacon but only if I cook it myself. So blah blah I could go on and on but you get the point this is a problem. I tell myself I will make him a better eater but I really don't know how. I also hope I can be more outgoing for him. I hope he feels confident to talk to anyone and make them feel engaged. I am terrible at small talk... and sometimes I don't care much to talk to anyone but sometimes I just don't think to do it. So I hope I can let him be more social and experience more than I ever cared to....
We are going on vacation next week with my family!!!!!!!!!! So I will post those pictures when we return and maybe another post before I go. Sorry for no pictures... I need to take more..... but mostly he is naked all day and just drooling and chewing at things.
He was so fussy today which I think was because of his teeth :( I hope tomorrow is a better day for him.
So it just gets you to thinking what else will you impose on your child even if you think you'll do a better job with them. Some things are fine... like sneakers. I am more of a slip on shoe kinda gal, sneakers and socks just aren't my thing. Coats, okay maybe I should work on that because other people will probably look at me and wonder where my kid's coat is. Eating is a huge worry. I am a terrible terrible eater. At this point in my life I eat... ice cream, candy, starbucks, progresso macaroni and bean soup, cookies, rice and vegetables and that's basically it. I am a terrible eater. I don't really eat meat except for every so often lunch meat or bacon but only if I cook it myself. So blah blah I could go on and on but you get the point this is a problem. I tell myself I will make him a better eater but I really don't know how. I also hope I can be more outgoing for him. I hope he feels confident to talk to anyone and make them feel engaged. I am terrible at small talk... and sometimes I don't care much to talk to anyone but sometimes I just don't think to do it. So I hope I can let him be more social and experience more than I ever cared to....
We are going on vacation next week with my family!!!!!!!!!! So I will post those pictures when we return and maybe another post before I go. Sorry for no pictures... I need to take more..... but mostly he is naked all day and just drooling and chewing at things.
He was so fussy today which I think was because of his teeth :( I hope tomorrow is a better day for him.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
I think I passed the test...
I always wondered what happens when moms get sick. I thought I couldn't do it... but I kinda did. Daddy helped me by coming home a little early for two days but for the most part... I survived. I actually felt worse when not with the baby because I had time to notice I felt like death. I rarely get sick so I was surprised it happened only 5 months into his life... but either way I made it! It may seem small to most people but when you're sick your mom takes care of you... or dad or husband... so now that I'm a mom I am glad I survived. Just another step on the journey of learning how this all works...
Lately I have been thinking, as much as I've battled with staying home and making the husband feel like this was too hard and maybe I couldn't do it... and I missed worked or maybe just feeling important.. the past few days I have been thankful.
I go to bed almost every night holding the baby's hand. How wonderful is that. Even though I still get him every time he cries and am constantly sitting by his side, 95% of the time I know he is crying because he's just really dramatic. He is bored of his toy... or think he wants more bottle... or he's just being silly. But at night I get to watch him giggle and smile so big at daddy at I when he should be asleep and not have to worry about going to work in the morning. I know how many times he played the binky game with himself and I am still always amazed by it. There are so many things that I know and if I was at work I would miss it all. I know I will look back when he is older and be so thankful that I got to be apart of it all. So that's all apart of to walk and to listen....
I know this wasn't exciting but I passed my test :)
Lately I have been thinking, as much as I've battled with staying home and making the husband feel like this was too hard and maybe I couldn't do it... and I missed worked or maybe just feeling important.. the past few days I have been thankful.
I go to bed almost every night holding the baby's hand. How wonderful is that. Even though I still get him every time he cries and am constantly sitting by his side, 95% of the time I know he is crying because he's just really dramatic. He is bored of his toy... or think he wants more bottle... or he's just being silly. But at night I get to watch him giggle and smile so big at daddy at I when he should be asleep and not have to worry about going to work in the morning. I know how many times he played the binky game with himself and I am still always amazed by it. There are so many things that I know and if I was at work I would miss it all. I know I will look back when he is older and be so thankful that I got to be apart of it all. So that's all apart of to walk and to listen....
I know this wasn't exciting but I passed my test :)
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Someone is 5 months today !
You guessed it! It's the precious baby!
Here's a look back...
Clearly those were done in no particular fashion lol just found pictures from the date. Maybe with my next child I'll do a better job!
Anyway so today, May 16th he turned 5 months!!!!!!!
He made lots of little noises today, and talked to himself at our friend Rachel's house and at the store. He rolls over like a champ all the time and basically has no tolerance for his back anymore while playing.
He still eats every 3-4 hours and is still on his yucky nutramigen but he doesn't seem to mind. He still likes bananas and applesauce and sometimes sweet potatoes. Whatever the food, he surely enjoys eating his bottles and from the spoon! He is not yet in his high chair but I will be putting that together soon.
He will sit in his exersaucer for short periods of time, and his walker, and on his tummy on the boppy to keep him entertained.
He loves his toys... and smiling at me and daddy and family and random people at target :)
We go to the doctors on Friday to look into potential allergies so I will post his weight and what not then.
Currently he still sleeps in his crib with some binky wakes up through out the night... but he has been sleeping with us in bed due to him rolling over in his crib. I am worried he'll roll over onto his face.. so just to be safe he is in the bed until he figures out how to sleep comfortably.
He is generally a happy baby... we laugh and play and give kisses and it's a lovely time.
As always, I am so thankful for this adorable little man and I love watching him grow.
Happy five months mr. mr. man.
Here's a look back...
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| Mr. Mr.'s Birthday :) |
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| 1 month |
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| 2 months |
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| 3 months |
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| 4 months |
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| 5 months :) |
Anyway so today, May 16th he turned 5 months!!!!!!!
He made lots of little noises today, and talked to himself at our friend Rachel's house and at the store. He rolls over like a champ all the time and basically has no tolerance for his back anymore while playing.
He still eats every 3-4 hours and is still on his yucky nutramigen but he doesn't seem to mind. He still likes bananas and applesauce and sometimes sweet potatoes. Whatever the food, he surely enjoys eating his bottles and from the spoon! He is not yet in his high chair but I will be putting that together soon.
He will sit in his exersaucer for short periods of time, and his walker, and on his tummy on the boppy to keep him entertained.
He loves his toys... and smiling at me and daddy and family and random people at target :)
We go to the doctors on Friday to look into potential allergies so I will post his weight and what not then.
Currently he still sleeps in his crib with some binky wakes up through out the night... but he has been sleeping with us in bed due to him rolling over in his crib. I am worried he'll roll over onto his face.. so just to be safe he is in the bed until he figures out how to sleep comfortably.
He is generally a happy baby... we laugh and play and give kisses and it's a lovely time.
As always, I am so thankful for this adorable little man and I love watching him grow.
Happy five months mr. mr. man.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
What a day to be thankful.
My baby is healthy and growing and wonderful. Goodness I am thankful. Happy Mother's Day to me.
I think life gives you what you can handle and parts of me wonder if I could handle anything heavier. I thank my lucky stars every night for giving me this. He makes us smile so much. I can only imagine how the smiles will increase over time... I can't wait to find out.
I saw this on another blog today... here...
and thought it was perfect.
Thank you for motherhood.
Thank you for the good days, the medium days and the hard days.
Thank you for the little ones under my care.
Thank you for the gift of being a mom.
Let me remember.
Let me remember to not keep a record of wrongs.
Let me remember to not define self based on past.
Let me remember to learn from mistakes, but not dwell on mistakes.
Let me remember that their hearts matter more than the perfect house.
Let me remember that being a mother means growing.
Let me see.
Let me see the little things.
Let me see the good first.
Let me see the wonder.
Let me see each child for who they are.
Let me see what has been done not what needs to be done.
Let me see all that I do.
Let me listen.
Let me listen attentively.
Let me listen and seek their hearts.
Let me listen for the I love you moments in life.
Let me listen to truth and not to the lies of culture.
She wants to walk and to listen as well, she wants to remember not to forget that each day has it's rewards.
I will post some new pictures tomorrow :)
Thank you life for giving me my first Mother's Day ... I am so lucky.
I think life gives you what you can handle and parts of me wonder if I could handle anything heavier. I thank my lucky stars every night for giving me this. He makes us smile so much. I can only imagine how the smiles will increase over time... I can't wait to find out.
I saw this on another blog today... here...
and thought it was perfect.
Thank you for motherhood.
Thank you for the good days, the medium days and the hard days.
Thank you for the little ones under my care.
Thank you for the gift of being a mom.
Let me remember.
Let me remember to not keep a record of wrongs.
Let me remember to not define self based on past.
Let me remember to learn from mistakes, but not dwell on mistakes.
Let me remember that their hearts matter more than the perfect house.
Let me remember that being a mother means growing.
Let me see.
Let me see the little things.
Let me see the good first.
Let me see the wonder.
Let me see each child for who they are.
Let me see what has been done not what needs to be done.
Let me see all that I do.
Let me listen.
Let me listen attentively.
Let me listen and seek their hearts.
Let me listen for the I love you moments in life.
Let me listen to truth and not to the lies of culture.
She wants to walk and to listen as well, she wants to remember not to forget that each day has it's rewards.
I will post some new pictures tomorrow :)
Thank you life for giving me my first Mother's Day ... I am so lucky.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
I'm not sure people talk about this...
But it's been almost 21 weeks and I am still trying to figure out how to adjust to this new life... without my old life.
I worked a lot. I worked pretty much full time from 18-28 years of age. I took off a brief semester to play college, but that didn't last... and back to work I went. I also up and quit a new gig I was doing one summer and was the happiest I had ever been (ask my mother) but I still worked. When I started working at 15 I got all dressed up (in khakis, some flowery button down, and these wooden sandals I borrowed from my SIL and loveddddd)and went to my ice rink interview where my brother worked, and got the job and haven't stopped. After that I worked at a bakery, which I loved. I was that person who would work whenever someone asked me too because really why not? It was a three and a half hour shift. As years went on and I worked in retail... I complained a lot. It gets old and tired but I still worked a lot.
My parents never made me save ANY of this money that I made (whoaaaa big lesson there, as soon as precious baby can work he will be putting some of it away) so I have been rolling in the big bills since I was little. And now? I have what my husband gives me. We knew it was going to be hard, we had no idea how much he would be able to give me.. and if it would be enough but we're trying. He gives me what he can... but going to target and buying baby stuff, or stuff for the cats, and a purchase for the house or two... because now I have no job so doing stuff around the house is all I've got.. and it adds up fast. And I struggle with wanting more every week.
I am constantly thinking about how I can get a job. Then quickly realize, I can not. Unless someone is going to watch my baby for free.
It's been 28 years working.... It's going to take some time to adjust. And it's hard.
I love my pudgy, hand clasping baby. When I go up to his room at night because he's crying, I always think someday you're going to be 17!!!! No longer a 2 foot long person, who cries for someone to put his binky back in. I can't imagine those days... but I hope he's good looking and cool and smart and funny lol. (just being honest people)
Anyway, much hope for me adjusting soon... because it's hard.
I worked a lot. I worked pretty much full time from 18-28 years of age. I took off a brief semester to play college, but that didn't last... and back to work I went. I also up and quit a new gig I was doing one summer and was the happiest I had ever been (ask my mother) but I still worked. When I started working at 15 I got all dressed up (in khakis, some flowery button down, and these wooden sandals I borrowed from my SIL and loveddddd)and went to my ice rink interview where my brother worked, and got the job and haven't stopped. After that I worked at a bakery, which I loved. I was that person who would work whenever someone asked me too because really why not? It was a three and a half hour shift. As years went on and I worked in retail... I complained a lot. It gets old and tired but I still worked a lot.
My parents never made me save ANY of this money that I made (whoaaaa big lesson there, as soon as precious baby can work he will be putting some of it away) so I have been rolling in the big bills since I was little. And now? I have what my husband gives me. We knew it was going to be hard, we had no idea how much he would be able to give me.. and if it would be enough but we're trying. He gives me what he can... but going to target and buying baby stuff, or stuff for the cats, and a purchase for the house or two... because now I have no job so doing stuff around the house is all I've got.. and it adds up fast. And I struggle with wanting more every week.
I am constantly thinking about how I can get a job. Then quickly realize, I can not. Unless someone is going to watch my baby for free.
It's been 28 years working.... It's going to take some time to adjust. And it's hard.
I love my pudgy, hand clasping baby. When I go up to his room at night because he's crying, I always think someday you're going to be 17!!!! No longer a 2 foot long person, who cries for someone to put his binky back in. I can't imagine those days... but I hope he's good looking and cool and smart and funny lol. (just being honest people)
Anyway, much hope for me adjusting soon... because it's hard.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
I know, I know, it's been forever since I updated.
I am not sure why? I think mainly because the child has been slightly happier. He started prevacid once a day and zantac three times a day. I have moments where I think - prevacid is my new best friend- but I don't want to get my hopes up and think the goodness could fade... so I am not really sure what it is but he is a little more content than before (maybe a good bit more content).
So of course most of the day when he cries I still think to myself I have no idea what is wrong with him... and I wonder if at almost 19 weeks I should have some idea... but most of the time, unless its rather obvious, I don't. I just guess and try a few things and hope he stops... 60% of the time it just ends in me picking him up and carrying him around. But regardless, he has had a bunch of happy times where I can put him down and play with him. He has taken happy naps in the car and gone shopping like a pro... so all in all we've had a good few weeks.
Well tonight, I was reading away at a new blog and looked at the monitor after far too long and saw this.....
And I was amazed! I know that sounds silly but he has been able to roll over for weeks now and never ever does it in the crib. Not even during the day when he's just chilling in there. So I ran upstairs to wake up the husband... (who didn't seem as interested, go figure) and ran to make sure he was breathing and then to get the camera! I feel like this is like the first big step on the way to big boy-hood. I've always looked forward to having my baby be able to move around, get himself comfortable and sleep like a happy man.... I could be very wrong but I feel like we're on our way!!! Now, I flipped him over of course after taking my picture and he has been thrashing around ever since trying to get comfy. I am kinda worried about how the rest of the night will go!?!?!? So hm, I am not sure what will happen when I try to go to sleep.
Anyway, I was kinda reminded I am writing this for myself.. but also for him... to track how he is doing and be a scrap book of sorts...
So at almost 19 weeks he is rolling over, he enjoys being on his tummy for the most part, for a few minutes. He will drool EVERYWHERE, and try to reach toys.
He is still crying after bottles- he throws up formula pretty often.. I think he just wants more but we limit him so he only throws up 1-2ozs lol.
He loves his "crunchy dog" he laughs and smiles. He likes to smile at new faces while we are out, but sometimes cries at family members :(
He is getting much better at holding in his binky! He loves to play the binky game where he pulls it out, and slowly tries to get it back in his mouth.
He is doing great with spoon feeding! I have been making him apples, pears, bananas, sweet potatoes... and he kicks and gets excited with each spoonful!
He weighs about 18 lbs... a picture to follow made me realize how huge he looks lol...
and many many more facts, but I'll stop boring people...
Here are some pictures from the past month :)
oh also- he is super afraid of that penguin! You push it to make little balls rattle inside, and he breaks out into tears of fear lol! But that yellow bird, makes him smile!
This was a big event!!!! My baby cat pru got confident and decided to curl up to him while he slept! It was a strange moment lol
This is 12 month shirt from target. fits fine. *ahem*
This is when I realized my child is GIGANTIC.
Mommy needs to whiten her teeth.
He looks more proportionate next to daddy lol!!!
Family photo!
Dude, my kid always looks scared. Ugh, he gets it from his father. I promise!
Anyway for now.. at least I have something posted! And I will try to update at least weekly :)
Love you baby :) every little wonderful (and sometimes really pissy, and confusing) part of you...
I hope you always know how much we look forward to you getting big, and being awesome. But only like 2 years old big, not like 17 years old big. no. no.
So of course most of the day when he cries I still think to myself I have no idea what is wrong with him... and I wonder if at almost 19 weeks I should have some idea... but most of the time, unless its rather obvious, I don't. I just guess and try a few things and hope he stops... 60% of the time it just ends in me picking him up and carrying him around. But regardless, he has had a bunch of happy times where I can put him down and play with him. He has taken happy naps in the car and gone shopping like a pro... so all in all we've had a good few weeks.
Well tonight, I was reading away at a new blog and looked at the monitor after far too long and saw this.....
Anyway, I was kinda reminded I am writing this for myself.. but also for him... to track how he is doing and be a scrap book of sorts...
So at almost 19 weeks he is rolling over, he enjoys being on his tummy for the most part, for a few minutes. He will drool EVERYWHERE, and try to reach toys.
He is still crying after bottles- he throws up formula pretty often.. I think he just wants more but we limit him so he only throws up 1-2ozs lol.
He loves his "crunchy dog" he laughs and smiles. He likes to smile at new faces while we are out, but sometimes cries at family members :(
He is getting much better at holding in his binky! He loves to play the binky game where he pulls it out, and slowly tries to get it back in his mouth.
He is doing great with spoon feeding! I have been making him apples, pears, bananas, sweet potatoes... and he kicks and gets excited with each spoonful!
He weighs about 18 lbs... a picture to follow made me realize how huge he looks lol...
and many many more facts, but I'll stop boring people...
Here are some pictures from the past month :)
Anyway for now.. at least I have something posted! And I will try to update at least weekly :)
Love you baby :) every little wonderful (and sometimes really pissy, and confusing) part of you...
I hope you always know how much we look forward to you getting big, and being awesome. But only like 2 years old big, not like 17 years old big. no. no.
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