Find a good one. I love our new office. They aren't that busy, which is fantastic for getting in and out in a timely manner. They are kind and quick. They are clean.
The only thing I don't like is seeing my son cry when we have to get the immunizations! It starts off as this silent sob and his face goes beet red. Then he makes a noise like a little machine gun of terror when he is finally able to breathe. I am on the verge of tears, he is completely crying, and my husband is trying to console us both. What a day!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
HE IS A BOY!!!!
Please, do not use pronouns unless you are absolutely certain of the sex of my child. If I dressed my beautiful boy in pink with ribbons in his hair and you called him a "she", that is totally my fault. But when he is in a green car seat with a blue blanket in a basketball jersey, the most likely guess would be that he is a HE.
Seriously! This bugs me so much I just want to tell some people off. Just because my son has hair does not make him look like a girl! It is very obvious to anyone who looks in his direction that he is a boy, so stop calling him a girl!
*whew*
Okay, my rant is over.
But seriously, people, it is much nicer to say "what a lovely baby" if you are at all uncertain and want to be nice and compliment the parents on making such a fine specimen of humanity.
Seriously! This bugs me so much I just want to tell some people off. Just because my son has hair does not make him look like a girl! It is very obvious to anyone who looks in his direction that he is a boy, so stop calling him a girl!
*whew*
Okay, my rant is over.
But seriously, people, it is much nicer to say "what a lovely baby" if you are at all uncertain and want to be nice and compliment the parents on making such a fine specimen of humanity.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Feeding Time
I can't help but laugh every time I feed my little guy. We started to introduce solids and it has been interesting. He devours bananas, pears, green beans, sweet potato, and basically anything else we dare to put in front of him.
But, warning! When feeding babies, they WILL grab the spoon, dish, food, anything they can and then proceed to touch everything around them. I am pretty sure if I let him, my boy would take the dish, leave the spoon, and stick himself face-first into the small dish of pureed prunes.
Sometimes I am laughing so hard he gets mad because I can't spoon it fast enough. His face lights up and he grabs my hand and it just perpetuates it all.
Then he sticks his nice clean hand in his dirty mouth.
*sigh*
One day he will eat without needing a drop-cloth. . .one day. . .
But, warning! When feeding babies, they WILL grab the spoon, dish, food, anything they can and then proceed to touch everything around them. I am pretty sure if I let him, my boy would take the dish, leave the spoon, and stick himself face-first into the small dish of pureed prunes.
Sometimes I am laughing so hard he gets mad because I can't spoon it fast enough. His face lights up and he grabs my hand and it just perpetuates it all.
Then he sticks his nice clean hand in his dirty mouth.
*sigh*
One day he will eat without needing a drop-cloth. . .one day. . .
Confessions
I thought this mothering thing wouldn't be that bad. I mean, I have successfully clothed, bathed, fed, and otherwise taken care of myself for about 10 years, so how much harder could it be to add one more super tiny person into the mix?
The answer: Hard!
I don't really care if my clothes get spit up all over them. . .until it looks like I wet myself on the first day of classes because he spit up down my pant leg.
It isn't that big of a deal if I have to wait to eat because he needs to be fed, clothed, bathed, cradled, loved, and overall just taken care of. . .until I haven't slept at all and so I end up falling asleep before eating and get woken up by him needing the whole routine again.
I am not here to complain. No, I know I signed up for the bad along with the good.
Like the first time he looked into my eyes and smiled.
Or when he makes a milestone of rolling over.
I even find myself getting excited over a poopy diaper. I know this one sounds odd, but when babies are breastfed, they can go longer without one and it makes me really nervous, even though it is totally normal.
On top of all this, there is the need to make and plan dinners, clean the house, lose the baby weight, and have time for myself.
Luckily, I married one of the greatest guys out there (sorry ladies, he's mine). He cooks, he cleans, he rocks our little guy to sleep, and he takes out the trash. If only he could do my homework, I'd be set for life.
Oh, did I forget to mention? My husband and I are both college students. We are attending a wonderful University and have about 2 years each left to our undergraduate degrees. Fun, right?
So, anyways, this blog is going to cover the wonderful joys and tips and tricks I have discovered with our first pancake (Gilmore Girls, season 7).
Have a laugh, please. :D
The answer: Hard!
I don't really care if my clothes get spit up all over them. . .until it looks like I wet myself on the first day of classes because he spit up down my pant leg.
It isn't that big of a deal if I have to wait to eat because he needs to be fed, clothed, bathed, cradled, loved, and overall just taken care of. . .until I haven't slept at all and so I end up falling asleep before eating and get woken up by him needing the whole routine again.
I am not here to complain. No, I know I signed up for the bad along with the good.
Like the first time he looked into my eyes and smiled.
Or when he makes a milestone of rolling over.
I even find myself getting excited over a poopy diaper. I know this one sounds odd, but when babies are breastfed, they can go longer without one and it makes me really nervous, even though it is totally normal.
On top of all this, there is the need to make and plan dinners, clean the house, lose the baby weight, and have time for myself.
Luckily, I married one of the greatest guys out there (sorry ladies, he's mine). He cooks, he cleans, he rocks our little guy to sleep, and he takes out the trash. If only he could do my homework, I'd be set for life.
Oh, did I forget to mention? My husband and I are both college students. We are attending a wonderful University and have about 2 years each left to our undergraduate degrees. Fun, right?
So, anyways, this blog is going to cover the wonderful joys and tips and tricks I have discovered with our first pancake (Gilmore Girls, season 7).
Have a laugh, please. :D
Thursday, February 2, 2012
To My Mother
Dear Mom,
I don't think I ever appreciated the hard work you put into every single day of raising me. I never appreciated the clean kitchen or the nice clothes. I don't think I ever truly saw how important the small things are that she did and continues to do or me.
Love,
Your Daughter
I don't think I ever appreciated the hard work you put into every single day of raising me. I never appreciated the clean kitchen or the nice clothes. I don't think I ever truly saw how important the small things are that she did and continues to do or me.
Love,
Your Daughter
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