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Child of Mine
Early this morning I was awakened by my little angel. He was crying, but not for milk or for a clean diaper. He was crying for attention. My husband brought him to me, and after a feeding, the little dude seemed to be determined to crawl around, play with us and the dogs and get his day going. None of us, however, were ready for the day to begin. Eventually, he started throwing his weight around, literally, and face-planting into pillows and cuddling up against us. At one point, he dozed off snuggled against my husband’s back. At another point, he ended up sharing my pillow, his cheek to mine…
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Whirlwind
I haven’t been on much, if at all, this week. I suspect that the little man is teething again, and our nights have been interesting. For that matter, our days have been interesting. I could go on and on about the “joys” of teething, but the highlights of my week have been far from unpleasant. My little dude is growing so fast. I cut his hair while he was sleeping – you see, he is far too active for me to attempt it while he’s awake – and seeing his little ears and no longer seeing those longer hairs on the back of his neck that were beginning to curl……
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Dancing through Dishes
Some days I have hard decisions to make… push the limits of my child’s energy in order to accomplish something fun or important, or follow all of his cues and put of whatever-it-was for later. Tonite, I decided that despite my son not having had a nap for most of the afternoon, I’d push it and join my husband for a walk with the dogs. Then, when we got back, I pushed it some more to clean up. By the time the water had been run for the dishes, he was pretty much finished with waiting for me. So, out came the Ergo, and onto my back the little dude…
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In Awe
I understand that God made all things. At least I think I do. I understand that they are all complex, all part of his plans, all wonderful. But can I ever grasp HOW complex? HOW much they intertwine in his plan? or HOW wonderful? I don’t think so. Last night was a rough night. After sitting on the floor indian-style (no offense intended, that’s what they called it in school) and battling with my son to get him washed up and changed and nails cut and pajamas on and ready for bed, I stood up and my back gave out. It was excruciating. I’d even go so far as to…
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Sniffle, Sniffle
Something that I have always struggled with, regarding my little man, is colds. Or rather, sniffly noses. Or rather, a sniffly nose. To clarify, we aren’t talking about my nose… but about my son’s. The poor dude apparently has some allergies and gets congested rather frequently. He also catches colds rather regularly, or at least it feels that way to me. He was finally over a major cold before we left to come to the east coast for a visit. He seemed like he was feeling fantastic and his poor little nose began running yesterday. By midway through the night, he was struggling to breathe without sniffling and coughing. Nothing…
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Time to Learn, Grow, Change & Stand Firm
Have you ever noticed that sometimes, when you have gotten out of a relationship or a situation and had some time to think or breathe, you start to notice things that you didn’t notice before? Sometimes you realize that things were better than you had originally thought. Sometimes you look back and realize that things were worse than you thought. Sometimes you think about how you had handled it and realize that maybe you could have handled it differently, or should have. Perspective is funny. When things are happening to us, we tend to let our emotions tint our view. For instance, when someone hurts our feelings, everything that follows…
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Fond Memories
This morning was the first morning in a while that I woke up in my parent’s house. They did a wonderful job preparing for us. My folks had a brand new bed ready in the guest room, the port-a-crib set up, a television/dvd player ready for our baby movies, a rocking recliner (like I have at home) ready for trying to get the munchkin down and a lullaby cd in the cd player. Despite all efforts, my teething dude and I did not get much sleep. Just part of growing up, I suppose. We had a nice breakfast with my mom and made it to church in time for the…
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Traveling Together
As I am typing, I am sitting up on a brand new memory foam mattress in the dark, listening to my son breathing deeply and cars driving down the neighborhood roads. I have a dull reminder of a horrid headache that I had earlier, but am, myself, very comfortable. I am home, in my other home. The home I was brought home from the hospital to. The home with my Mom and my Dad. And I am there with my son, the first grandchild, my first miracle. It feels great. Earlier this evening, I was able to sit in my parents’ living room and watch my son lead my mother…
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The Little Man of the House
My little munchkin is growing, so fast! He is sitting on the floor, playing with his camera, wearing his 24 month pajamas. Yep, I said 24 month. The legs are long, but fitted with tight bottoms and are designed for a thin 2 year old (I think) and so he fits the bill. In this photo, you can see the top. You can also see his mohawk, which is growing into a very comical widow’s peak. What a little man I have. In addition to his “Momma” and “Poppa” words, he has also created a name for his grandfather, my husband’s dad. He calls him something that sounds like “Pva-Pva”,…
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Resting and Rejuvenating
My little munchkin has never been easy to put to bed. I remember many an evening of singing at the top of my lungs to try to have him hear me over his screaming. He nurses and snuggles and relaxes until he realizes he’s falling asleep and then he starts to fight it, with all of his might. The poor little dude, he starts trying to escape, as though he’s being forced against his will and just knows that everyone is going to do everything fun without him. Some nights are better than others. I can’t say I blame him. I’m not a good sleeper myself. Tonite, though, was especially…
