Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Anyway, just thought I would post a quick video of Henry and Nick playing catch for the first time. Clearly my son has mad ball skills and will be recruited to go pro any day. I mean, with that throwing arm, and the fact that he can now crawl and stand up, clearly he is ready for the big league.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Well, you also know when you have company and you are slaving over an very difficult meal (okay... It was just chili cheese dogs. But come on, who doesn't like chili cheese dogs? And I grated my own cheese...so that shows effort!) and you get a little distracted taking about politics (watching Jeopardy) and debating the effects of climate change( showing the pictures of your precious baby on the computer) and you lose focus of what may be on the stove. So, say, you dump chili in a pan and then for some ungodly reason turn it to HIGH, then promptly walk out the kitchen and forget it entirely. Several minutes pass and the chili should be making a ridiculous boiling mess all over the stove, except it isn't. It isn't getting hot at all because you turned the wrong burner on HIGH. The one sitting under the glass pan of brownies.
Do you all know what happens next? Do you? A BOMB will go off in your kitchen. A grenade of glass shards. And you will be all like "what the holy hell?!?" and will run into the kitchen in your socks to find glass EVERYWHERE and brownies ON FIRE. Oh yes, there was FIRE. And SMOKE and GLASS. The chili had glass in it and the hot dogs had glass in it, so everything in the general stove area was ruined ... It really was an all around unfortunate event.
So...try to avoid this by not being an idiot and turning on the wrong burner. It is a real mess. Plus, once you get it all cleaned up, you will have to make new brownies and chili cheese dogs that are glass free to 1. Cover the on-fire-brownie smell with new fresh brownies and 2. Feed the house full of people who are patiently awaiting a meal. (and I was not letting the cheese I grated and onion I chopped go to waste!) and 3. allow you to eat brownies which you have been craving all day. Although the next "scratch" brownies wont have the peanut butter chips. Which is a real shame.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Mama says: Hmmmm....the bib is adorable, but not really practical. I mean, you only get one days use out of it...and I don't really think to holiday is about "merry making" silly boy. It's about...about...oh nevermind.
Henry says: Mama, you are taking ALL the fun out of this.
Henry says: Can I at least have some peas for dinner? It's green and I am all about the luck of the Irish.
Mama says: Oh my goodness you are so stinking adorable! I lovelovelovelove you! kisskisskiss
Henry: Mama...the peas...I'm hungry...and STOP. KISSING. ME!
Mama: What? You said you love the Irish. KissKissKissKissKiss I think the Irish love to kiss!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Of all the things that I have done with Henry since he was born, breastfeeding him is one of the things I am most proud of. I feel like I always need to pepper these kinds of posts with "I know breastfeeding isn't for everyone" or "It is FINE to use formula" and I truly believe those things. Don't take this post to be bashing the use of bottles or formula. I never want to make bottle feeding mothers feel bad about their want or need to use formula. I know breastfeeding isn't always best for everyone, and every mother needs to choose what works best to keep their baby happy and healthy. But for me, breastfeeding was very important. It was something I wanted for myself and for my baby. I think a large part of me wanted to feel successful at something that was suppose to be natural for my body after all of our struggles with infertility. I wanted it to work. I needed it to work. So when it didn't come easy for us, and the option of dig my heals in and fight or give up and use formula was offered, I dug in. And now, ten months later, it was the very best decision for our family.
I have a clear memory of having Henry in the ER when he was six weeks old. The pediatrician walked in and I was nursing him. He said that I was giving Henry the very best medication available. He told me that breastfeeding was the soul reason Henry was not being admitted to the hospital. That by nursing my baby I was helping to keep him healthy. I was making him better. That was so huge to us. I had heard that breast milk was best for babies, but here it was, an actual example of breastfeeding being the best choice for him. From then on Henry has had very few illnesses. He is a very healthy happy ten month old, and I give some of the credit for that to the fact that he is breastfed.
I am not a shy breastfeeder. I will nurse in public and honestly don't give it much thought. I try to be discrete. If I know I will be nursing I try to chose the seat the most out of the line of sight of the general public. I don't flaunt it. But I don't run to a bathroom stall to hide as I feed Henry. I used to try to cover him with a blanket, but then I realize it was uncomfortable for him. He was hot, he was distracted, he wasn't eating well. Off came the blanket. I am a discrete nurser, but I am not a closet nurser. I do what is best for Henry, and that it to feed him when it is time, no matter where we are. Not to cover him and distract him, but just to feed him as quickly and privately as possible.
A nursing mother gives a lot of themselves into the job of nursing. I don't think many people who haven't done it really realize that. I am tied to Henry at all times. This past Saturday I went out to lunch with some of my family and I left Henry home with Nick. It was as if a clock was started when I walked out the door. He needed me home in a few hours. And my body needed him to nurse in the same amount of time. Henry never sleeps away from the house. Nick and I don't take nights off of parenting. By breastfeeding I made a commitment to him that he comes first every single day for his first year. Every four hours we will be together or we will have a plan. It takes planning. It take commitment. It takes the desire to continue doing it. It doesn't seem hard for us because it is so important to us.
I love breastfeeding Henry and he loves nursing. I can honestly say that as his first year winds down and I start to think of weaning him, it makes my heart sad. This is our time and we can't get it back. Soon he will be running around playing and the fact that I breastfed him will be a thing of the past. But I will always remember. I will remember how it kept him out of the hospital. I will remember how it made us closer. I will remember how it taught me patients and how it taught me to slow down, how it taught me that his needs are greater than my own. It has been so good for him, but it has been even better for me. The time, the planning, the commitment, it is all worth it. It may not be for everyone, but I am so glad it was for us.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
THE TWILIGHT SAGA: ECLIPSE
Seriously, I am so excited about this. Cannot wait for June 30th!
When does the next Harry Potter come out? Man this is going to be a nerdy, young-adult-fiction filled summer! PERFECT!
Monday, March 8, 2010
1. Henry has recently discovered how to feed himself. Let me tell you, it is thrilling. I don't know why, but it is just so stinking rewarding to watch him pick up a pea, look at it, and then pop it in his mouth! He now eats bananas (which I cut up for him...I am a saint of a mother. Nasty bananas), pasta, peas, carrots, sweet potato puffs and yogurt drops. He is a champion of self feeding and I am pretty sure he will happily eat anything I place on his tray.
2. Henry has started crawling. Not really classic crawling...more like he has invented his own inch worm/army commando crawling style (quite the little inventor already!) but he is crawling none the less.
So, today I wanted to make myself some lunch. I dropped Henry down on his blanket in the middle of the living room and he was happy as a lark. I knew he wouldn't stay on the blanket, but it was at least a good starting point. I made myself some food and came back to see him exploring happily. I sat down to eat and enjoy some of the Oscars (everyone should DVR the Oscars...so much better when you can fast forward). When I was done I was so pleased. Henry had totally self entertained while I ate my lunch. This is so awesome!
It was then time for his lunch, so I plop him down in his high chair. As I am buckling him in, he lets out a cough. And that's when it happened. A PIECE OF DOG FOOD FLEW OUT OF HIS MOUTH. YES IT DID. DOG FOOD. I recoiled a little in horror, then did what any good mother would do. I held his head in a vice grip while I searched the entire area of his mouth for anymore DOG FOOD. There was only small bits left. Most had come out in the cough but...god help me...some had definitely been swallowed.
So...I gave him his own food as fast as possible. Trying to wash away all remaining DOG FOOD residue. He seemed fine with it. Completely at peace with this first of most likely many adventures in eating the disgusting. So...so...there it is. My kid ate dog food. While I watched the Oscars, completely oblivious. The really disturbing part is that he wasn't near the food bowl. So...Ellie had carried the piece of food over to his area. So...he ate dog food that had ALREADY BEEN IN THE DOGS MOUTH. *Shudder*
Henry says, "Chill out Mama. It was just Ellie food! If it's good enough for the L, then it's good enough for me!"
Ellie says, "Yes Mama, What is the big deal? You feed ME that food. Is there something wrong with it?"
On the bright side, these two are getting along better everyday!
Henry says, "See Mama? We Share EVERYTHING!"
Ellie says, "NOM NOM NOM"
Thursday, March 4, 2010
And just for fun, here's another picture of it...where I look really annoyed. Also, my shirt says "Muggle"...because I am a nerd.