Is the one with the chubby cheeks, wearing the grey sweatshirt... ;)
Thanks Gramma & Boss for carving such cute pumpkins for our little punkin'!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
A boy and his dog
8 months old (actually 1 week shy of 9 months)
4 months old 
4 weeks old
Nick has gotten bigger, Whinnie has gotten shaggier, Todd has inched further into the picture, and the pile on the end table in the corner has consistently been stacked higher. But I can say with complete confidence that nobody has straightened that lampshade. Ever.
4 weeks old
Nick has gotten bigger, Whinnie has gotten shaggier, Todd has inched further into the picture, and the pile on the end table in the corner has consistently been stacked higher. But I can say with complete confidence that nobody has straightened that lampshade. Ever.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
A Teething Rhyme
My husband cracks me up. Like hilarious, full-body-convulsions-filled-with-laughter, cracks. me. up.
Yesterday evening we were hanging out in the living room before dinner, giggling at Nick who couldn't decide if he wanted to scream in delight at being in his bouncer, or scream in agony from the vicious top teeth that are seriously crowding our space right now.
So I said to Todd "should I go get the baby orajel?" Because we all know I can't make decisions on my own, and prefer to have Todd tell me the answer. And knowing full well that I wanted him to say "yes, go get it", he nodded profusely and said "absolutely".
I came back downstairs with the tiny tube of cherry flavored goo and sat down on the floor in front of Nick.
As I started to apply it to Nick's gums, I started to tell Todd about my visit with one of my sweet sorority sisters this past weekend. I had told her about Nick's teething and how much pain he was in. As a seasoned veteran mom -- two kids under two (17 months apart -- she deserves some kind of medal!) -- she told me "you know, a little rum really does work great".
So I was sharing this with Todd, and inadvertently said "My sorority sister said rum works. She said she just dipped her thumb, into a little rum, and rubbed it on her daughters gums..."
And before I could finish my story with "and she said it worked wonders" Todd, doubled over with laughter, interrupted and said "is this some kind of bizarre poem?!...Thumb, Rum, Gums...really?!" We both cracked up.
Man! I'm a poet and didn't even know it!
Yesterday evening we were hanging out in the living room before dinner, giggling at Nick who couldn't decide if he wanted to scream in delight at being in his bouncer, or scream in agony from the vicious top teeth that are seriously crowding our space right now.
So I said to Todd "should I go get the baby orajel?" Because we all know I can't make decisions on my own, and prefer to have Todd tell me the answer. And knowing full well that I wanted him to say "yes, go get it", he nodded profusely and said "absolutely".
I came back downstairs with the tiny tube of cherry flavored goo and sat down on the floor in front of Nick.
As I started to apply it to Nick's gums, I started to tell Todd about my visit with one of my sweet sorority sisters this past weekend. I had told her about Nick's teething and how much pain he was in. As a seasoned veteran mom -- two kids under two (17 months apart -- she deserves some kind of medal!) -- she told me "you know, a little rum really does work great".
So I was sharing this with Todd, and inadvertently said "My sorority sister said rum works. She said she just dipped her thumb, into a little rum, and rubbed it on her daughters gums..."
And before I could finish my story with "and she said it worked wonders" Todd, doubled over with laughter, interrupted and said "is this some kind of bizarre poem?!...Thumb, Rum, Gums...really?!" We both cracked up.
Man! I'm a poet and didn't even know it!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Feet are Funny
...and apparently delicious!
Todd has said I can get some new socks considering all of mine have holes in them (did you notice?) But I just don't see the need ;). Maybe I'll put socks on my Christmas list...
Todd has said I can get some new socks considering all of mine have holes in them (did you notice?) But I just don't see the need ;). Maybe I'll put socks on my Christmas list...
The Teeth
These top teeth might possibly be the death of me.
Nick's two middle top teeth are busting through his gums like a freight train, and little dude is UNCOMFORTABLE. Big time.
Poor guy screams and screams and can't get comfortable. Last night I finally slathered his gums in baby orajel and gave him a dose of infant Tylenol last night in hopes that would help. It seemed to help a bit, but it took him way longer than usual to get comfy.
And speaking of getting comfy, I have to take some pics of the monitor when Nick is sleeping at night. That boy can get in some seriously bizarre positions. And every time I point it out to Todd and say "that canNOT be comfortable", Todd reminds me that he sleeps in weird positions like that. And it's true. I often wake up in the middle of the night to find Todd sleeping with his knees up in the air. So strange.
Anyway, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that both teeth finishing pushing through today while Nick is at daycare. He's far less fussy and in much less pain when he's awake.
I just have to give a shout out to my girlfriend, Jessica -- she commented on my last post about night time crying and said that the crying would pass, he would become a great sleeper, and soon enough he'd be doing something else to make us worry all the time. How right she was! Just when we figure out the sleep training, it gets interrupted by teething. But she's also right in another regard..."this too, shall pass".
Nick's two middle top teeth are busting through his gums like a freight train, and little dude is UNCOMFORTABLE. Big time.
Poor guy screams and screams and can't get comfortable. Last night I finally slathered his gums in baby orajel and gave him a dose of infant Tylenol last night in hopes that would help. It seemed to help a bit, but it took him way longer than usual to get comfy.
And speaking of getting comfy, I have to take some pics of the monitor when Nick is sleeping at night. That boy can get in some seriously bizarre positions. And every time I point it out to Todd and say "that canNOT be comfortable", Todd reminds me that he sleeps in weird positions like that. And it's true. I often wake up in the middle of the night to find Todd sleeping with his knees up in the air. So strange.
Anyway, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that both teeth finishing pushing through today while Nick is at daycare. He's far less fussy and in much less pain when he's awake.
I just have to give a shout out to my girlfriend, Jessica -- she commented on my last post about night time crying and said that the crying would pass, he would become a great sleeper, and soon enough he'd be doing something else to make us worry all the time. How right she was! Just when we figure out the sleep training, it gets interrupted by teething. But she's also right in another regard..."this too, shall pass".
Monday, October 24, 2011
Before I Became a Mom...
(I saw this on another blog and thought it was a great idea, because every single day I have a moment where I think to myself "pre-mommy Melissa would have NEVER done/said/exclaimed/enjoyed/eaten that". So here goes...)
Before I became a Mom, I never thought that...
-I'd be so comfortable announcing to my husband "oh crap, can you grab the baby? I have to go #2!" (you'd be surprised how often this happens. And I'm sure before he became a Dad, Todd never thought he'd be so comfortable with his wife's bowels.)
-I'd be so comfortable announcing my child's bowel movements to others.
-Day-to-day conversations with my husband would include the color, texture, and smell of our child's poop.
-I would ever leave the house without any make-up on. I'm talking NONE. In most instances I still won't leave the house sans make-up, but the babysitter is becoming more and more familiar with "just woke up" Melissa face.
-I could possibly worry about things anymore than I already did. But now? If Nick even so much as breaks out in a little sweat from wearing too many clothes, I freak out that he is sick and has a fever and needs an ice bath and needs to go to the ER and probably thinks I'm an awful mom, and ohmygosh I need to sit down.
-I would be more concerned with my child looking cute than myself. Truth be told, I've gotten better about this one...but for the first 4 or so months of Nick's life, taking a shower and washing/styling my hair were the last things on my list. Making sure Nick's pants/shirt/socks/jacket all matched was priority #1. Wait...maybe this hasn't changed much...
-Wearing stretchy waisted pants would be ok with me. Pre-baby, I used to beg my mom to not wear old lady pants with the stretchy waist because she was just too young to do so. Now? I wish all pants had stretchy waist bands. Buttons and zippers are just so binding...when you're trying to conceal the last bit of muffin top you're trying to lose, and get in and out of the bathroom quickly before your baby starts screaming, elastic waisted pants would be WAY more convenient.
-I would enjoy eating mushy apples, cheerios, pureed butternut squash, and slimy squishy peaches. But seeing the joy on Nick's face when I take a bite of his food and then share it with him (not to mention the encouragement it gives him to continue eating), is incredibly enjoyable.
-Drinking coffee would become more of an addiction than just an enjoyable beverage. Now we drink coffee like Juan Valdez lives in our backyard.
-My own health concerns would take such a backseat. It took me 6 months after Nick was born to finally make it to the doctor to take control of my blood pressure issues. And the eczema break outs I keep having on the back of my leg? I just mindlessly scratch and ignore. But I genuinely look forward to taking Nick for his monthly well check-ups. Hearing the doctor say "Your child looks perfect and healthy. You're doing a great job." is music to a mommy's ears.
-I would be able to cry on such demand. Now? One sad news story, 5 lines of a sappy country song, or 3 seconds of the ASPCA commercial, and I'm in complete and total body sobs.
-I could love my husband any more than I did the day we got married. His interactions with Nick and the way he loves his baby boy just melt my heart.
-I could love our son as much as I do. I knew the love I had for him would be immeasurable. But I had NO idea of the love of a mother until I became one. The saying is beyond true:
"Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." ~Elizabeth Stone
Before I became a Mom, I never thought that...
-I'd be so comfortable announcing to my husband "oh crap, can you grab the baby? I have to go #2!" (you'd be surprised how often this happens. And I'm sure before he became a Dad, Todd never thought he'd be so comfortable with his wife's bowels.)
-I'd be so comfortable announcing my child's bowel movements to others.
-Day-to-day conversations with my husband would include the color, texture, and smell of our child's poop.
-I would ever leave the house without any make-up on. I'm talking NONE. In most instances I still won't leave the house sans make-up, but the babysitter is becoming more and more familiar with "just woke up" Melissa face.
-I could possibly worry about things anymore than I already did. But now? If Nick even so much as breaks out in a little sweat from wearing too many clothes, I freak out that he is sick and has a fever and needs an ice bath and needs to go to the ER and probably thinks I'm an awful mom, and ohmygosh I need to sit down.
-I would be more concerned with my child looking cute than myself. Truth be told, I've gotten better about this one...but for the first 4 or so months of Nick's life, taking a shower and washing/styling my hair were the last things on my list. Making sure Nick's pants/shirt/socks/jacket all matched was priority #1. Wait...maybe this hasn't changed much...
-Wearing stretchy waisted pants would be ok with me. Pre-baby, I used to beg my mom to not wear old lady pants with the stretchy waist because she was just too young to do so. Now? I wish all pants had stretchy waist bands. Buttons and zippers are just so binding...when you're trying to conceal the last bit of muffin top you're trying to lose, and get in and out of the bathroom quickly before your baby starts screaming, elastic waisted pants would be WAY more convenient.
-I would enjoy eating mushy apples, cheerios, pureed butternut squash, and slimy squishy peaches. But seeing the joy on Nick's face when I take a bite of his food and then share it with him (not to mention the encouragement it gives him to continue eating), is incredibly enjoyable.
-Drinking coffee would become more of an addiction than just an enjoyable beverage. Now we drink coffee like Juan Valdez lives in our backyard.
-My own health concerns would take such a backseat. It took me 6 months after Nick was born to finally make it to the doctor to take control of my blood pressure issues. And the eczema break outs I keep having on the back of my leg? I just mindlessly scratch and ignore. But I genuinely look forward to taking Nick for his monthly well check-ups. Hearing the doctor say "Your child looks perfect and healthy. You're doing a great job." is music to a mommy's ears.
-I would be able to cry on such demand. Now? One sad news story, 5 lines of a sappy country song, or 3 seconds of the ASPCA commercial, and I'm in complete and total body sobs.
-I could love my husband any more than I did the day we got married. His interactions with Nick and the way he loves his baby boy just melt my heart.
-I could love our son as much as I do. I knew the love I had for him would be immeasurable. But I had NO idea of the love of a mother until I became one. The saying is beyond true:
"Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." ~Elizabeth Stone
Friday, October 21, 2011
Dear Cheerios,
I love you.
Love, Nick
**Please ignore my annoying "mommy voice". Even I find it irritating ;)
Love, Nick
**Please ignore my annoying "mommy voice". Even I find it irritating ;)
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