The Big One

Hey sweetie,

You’ll be one today! There are a lot of babies that don’t make it to see one hour, let alone 1 year. Therefore, I am grateful to have you in my life. I’m taking this time to express how much you mean to me, how much you drive me crazy, and how much I wish you didn’t have to grow up. 

Today was a test of the wills when you decide to get a hold of my calendar/notepad and rip days off the back and front. You had calendar sheets littered in your playpen, outside your play pen and under my desk. Granted I should have kept up with the calendar and even ripping of the expired days but, I digress. I knew something was up when I tuned you back in after tuning you out to do my school work to hear a bunch of paper rumbling behind me. It sounded like a baby rolling around in a paper-filled play pen. I turned around and saw just that. You were so into what you were doing you didn’t even notice the noise I was making looking for my camera to take a picture (or a few) of you and your toy of the day. You were caught red-handed buddy and I have a feeling there will be more days like that.

Today was the day that you finally put those four teeth to some use. Youchewed and chewed and chewed; you enjoyed your breakfast lunch and dinner and I enjoyed watching you enjoy it. It made me feel accomplished and I know you felt accomplished too. I thought you would be 18 months old still getting hand-fed by your dear old mom but you got the hang of it and I knew you would. Mommy is proud of you.

You’ve taught me so much in the year you’ve been here so far and I’m a better person, a better mother because of you. I thought you would you think I was a failure of a mother and that I couldn’t do anything right. With my hair all over my head my shirt hanging from me, and with one pant leg up and one down; I could look like the wicked witch of the west and you’d still love me. The way you reach out (or grab and tug on my shirt) and say, “ma-ma“, it gets me most of the time. Sometimes though, I wish my name was “dog” because you’re wearing “ma-ma” out.

When you were first-born I was so scared that I thought you could smell my fear and you would reject me as your mom. Sounds crazy I know but it’s true. When you gave everyone in the room the finger, I kind of felt bad because you acted like you didn’t want to come out. I’m sure when they laid you on my tummy, you were giving me the evil eye through closed lids. I was so scared when they put you on my tummy, I didn’t touch you at first until the midwife told me to help wipe you off. I was in such a daze; much of that day is a blur. I don’t remember who handed you to me after you got wrapped up. All I know is that you were finally here and even though I was afraid, I was happy to see you.

It’s hard to believe it’s been a year and at the same time, it feels like you’ve been here with me forever. One minute you can’t hold your neck up for long periods of time and the next, you’re trying to walk while holding on to someone else’s leg. You’re getting so big so fast and I’m afraid that time is moving too fast. I wish it could slow down just a bit so I can spend time with you while you’re still a baby; you’re practically a man now! You got 3 in a half teeth – with another one sprouting through, you’re eating adult people food now, you call me Goku and, everyone absolutely loves you. That classifies you as a man little dude.

Now that you’re officially a man, it’s time to get rid of Mr. Binky and Mr. Bottle. I know I know, you like to lay back in your lounger and drink your troubles away but, that’s not going to fly. You’re going to be mad, and frustrated, and probably wish you had the eye-hand coordination to throw your sippy cup square in my mouth, but, that’s too bad, you’re not about to be 1 going on 2 still drinking from a bottle. This is going to hurt me more than it’ll hurt you. So, get mad, fall out, kick them adorable feet in the air, and scream like you just don’t care; I’m putting my foot down and that’s that.

You are a handful but mommy loves you so very much. You keep me on my toes and I’m grateful for that because boy do I need it.

Today is going to be an interesting day, I know that for sure! I hope it goes smooth as possible because the sooner you get to put your hands in your cake (and make a mess) the better.

This ride is no where near over and I’m going to enjoy myself along the way. It’s going to be some bumpy roads and a few dead ends but we’ll get through them together. I promise.



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My Son Too Proud to Crawl

He got ninja-like reflexes when it comes to snatching mommy glasses off of her face, but he can’t crawl. He can get into the most stuff by just rolling around on the floor, but he can’t crawl.

He’ll get on all fours but, he’ll move backwards. The other thing he does is trying to stand up and walk. He’s only 9 months and I’m not sure about the statistics on how many babies walk at 9 months. The only one I know of was my big brother. I say my son is too proud to crawl because he’s smart. He saw his parents walking around using their feet while he’s limited to boring and overrated crawling. I totally understand! They say wait until he’s ready and he’ll crawl. Well I’m a part of the take your time movement but, what if he’s never ready? What if he’ll always crawl backwards or get his leg caught under himself and look at me to fix it? I praise him for the improvements he make — no doubt about that, it’s just I’m worried. They say crawling helps with their development (so I’ve heard; I need to do research on this) and I feel like he’s going to miss out if he don’t crawl. Some babies just get up one day and start walking and I guess that’s ok, but for me it’s not.

If he’s not going for my Kindle Fire, an Xbox 360/Playstation 3 controller, my phone, or anything else he shouldn’t get but normally do — he’s not going to move forward. Wait, let me retract what I said before, he’ll crawl forward, just enough where when he can lay flat on his stomach and use his arms to reach whatever it is he’s trying to get. My son is definitely too proud to crawl.

He doesn’t scoot, do the commando, or any other usual signs of crawling besides going backwards — oh, and rocking back and forth on all fours.

Since all babies are different and unique in their own way, it would be a good idea to never compare your baby with another baby. Remember some babies are perfectly fine with rolling to wherever they need to get, and don’t even have an ounce of interest in crawling. No two people are the same, and no two babies are the same (even if they do come from the same gene pool)… –Source

What gets me is when he want to move forward he gets frustrated and move backwards and I find myself feeling bad that he can’t understand why he go backwards when he want to move forward. None of the videos and techniques that I’ve tried has worked so far. Even when his beloved binky is out of reach, he’ll just look at me and cry until I get it for him. Maybe I need to put my foot down and make him get things on his own. I always get this sudden urge to come to my son’s aid when he cries.

All I can do now is have patience and take it one day at a time. Maybe he’ll crawl, maybe he won’t. I just know this baby pride of his need to come down just a tad…

Ever since his teeth start coming through, he think he can just get up and walk. The moment that happens, he’s getting a job. Just kidding…kind of.

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Teething Babies Are Evil!

Well, at least my son is. The moment that first toothcame to the surface, my son has been so mean to me. He doesn’t seem all that irritated about his two bottom teeth coming in but he’s very choosy on what he gets into for the day.

See the evil? I do.

He wants to sit a certain way, play with certain things, look at certain objects, sleep a certain time. He wants eyes on him at all costs. If you look away he’ll fallout and start having a tantrum. My son has become an evil little rascal over the course of a few weeks. He won’t chew on histeething rings or other teething toys but my fingers, he’ll go to town on those. I’m afraid to rub his gums because I may lose a finger fooling around with him.

The only upside to all of this evil wrapped in a small package? He drools a lot less which is odd, I thought babies were suppose to drool excessively when their teeth come in. That’s how I know the dark side is taking a toll on my baby, he’s became so evil, even his drool is afraid to make an appearance.

I manage to get a hold of some Baby Orajel but I haven’t given it to him yet, even though his pediatrician gave me the okay. It’s just, it’s for children 2 years and up, my son is only 9 months, I’d rather he be evil than sick. Evil goes away a lot faster than an avoidable illness.

Think I’ll go read Love you Forever by Robert Munsch to my son and see if that softens him up a bit. If not, I’m expecting him to spit fire.

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The Big Man Tub

My son has always been big. When he got his first bath tub at 2 months he was a couple months away too big for his tub. The most months for this tub is 6 months. He was too big for it at 4 months. With his new found glory in the world of using his feet. He really couldn’t move them like he wanted to within the confinement of the infant tub. Well although those facts were presented to me I still used it. What kept me using it was partly because I was in denial. He’s 7 months now. Where has the time gone? Where is it going? The bath tub in the sink time days are over. It’s time to move onto the big man’s tub. Well this is how it went:

I make his water and then proceed to pick him up and carry him to the bedroom to take his clothes and diaper off. He’s used to this routine by now and he knows what’s coming. He starts kicking his feet (or riding his bike I should say) in excitement. He knows mommy is about to play with him. Well, not really. I make my way to the bathroom with my munchkin in tow and puthim in the tub. He’s lost and confused and isn’t sure what to do now. He’s not sure if he want to splash or just look at water swirl around his hand. He looks up at me, I look down at him and smile. He wants reassurance that it’s OK. Why I don’t know. He’s still not too sure about this new contraption that is the tub. Mind you, before I stopped using his infant tub, I would put him in that tub with that tub sitting in the real tub. So it shouldn’t be unfamiliar to him. The unfamiliarity I guess would be that he can actually sit up and look around. I scrub and sing the bathtub song to him. After all my poor singing and scrubbing, I go to pick him up and he gets excited. Well, you didn’t have to spell it out to me that he didn’t like that experience all too well.

I wasn’t sure how he was going to take being in a bigger tub. Nor was I sure when it was time to introduce the bigger tub to him. It’s something he’s going to have to adjust to, that and the fact that mommy has to wash his little face. He freaks out like I’m killing him when I take a rag and gently scrub his face. He goes bananas when I was his hair. Poor sweetie. Mommy loves you!

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Breastfeeding is Offensive!!

I’m thankful for not having boobs thrown in my face all the time by offensive and indecent breastfeeding mothers like the ones below:

Wait…well, this is a bad example. Let’s try again.

Just a minute. I’m sure I can find better ones than these…

Eh, still not offensive enough. I’ll check one more time.

That is better. LOOK AT THAT!

UGH. Look at that indecency! She must be from some third world country to be exposed like that!

Now that’s just…There are no words to describe how inappropriate that is. Something needs to be done!

But why stop at breastfeeding women? There are boobs everywhere. Beware! If you thought the above photos were offensive, you WILL DEFINITELY be offended by the photos below:

Not this one, though. This one was in plain view on news stands and in mail boxes in 19 countries world wide!

Not this one, either. This one actually won an award!

Oh, and I guess this one is fine too. Everyone knows you can’t sell jeans without someone being topless.

Or beer, for that matter.

Or sunglasses.

Or movie tickets.

Or CDs

You know what? Maybe I’m crazy, but I think that someone mixed up some photos here. The first batch are offensive, but the second batch are just fine and dandy?

People who live in glass bras:

Shouldn’t throw stones:

If you think women have the right to breastfeed their children no matter where they are. Support breastfed babies and their right to eat in public!

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You Are A Handful!

Your dad went to class today so I guess this was the best time to get some blogging in before you wake up.

You’re a big baby and relatives are saying you don’t even look like a newborn. You’re a week old today! I guess it’s expected that you eat like a linebacker. What was wrong last night? I think you’re spoiled, people say you can’t spoil a newborn but I know better. I changed you, fed you, rocked you, but the moment I lay you down, you’re crying bloody murder. You love your mommy I know and I love you to death but last night I had to just go and let you cry it out. It hurt me so badly that I had to go through that. Your dad and I tried every thing to calm you down last night. You stayed up for most of the day and most of the night. It was 3:00 in the morning before you decided that one more feeding would be enough for you to close your eyes and go to sleep.

You’re still sleeping now but I’ll eventually have to wake you up and feed and change you. Hopefully soon me and your dad can get this night and day figured out with you. So many people love you already, but not as much as dad and I do.It was kind of funny though when  you peed on your daddy. He swore up and down it would be me you pee on first but it wasn’t. He wasn’t even changing your diaper and I just so happen to bend over and reach for something and missed the fountain works. I wish I could have seen his face.

You are a handful son but you make me so very happy. I thought with me being depressed that I would need the medicine they gave me to make me happy but you’re my medicine and you and your dad  is all I’ll ever need. I love you.

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