Saturday, May 11, 2013

#wordvomit

I've been speaking in hashtags lately.  It's because I've been following all these blogs that are hashtag crazy.  Now my students are speaking in hashtag.  (Well, all but one.  She REFUSES.).  I even have a motivational hashtag "#sitwhereyawant" that they can earn after receieving three stars for good behavior.

Reid needs this.  

Reid has a rash.  It's not scary or gross, but it makes me feel really terrible for him.  He's suffered from eczema all year, but it's really bad right now.  So he's got a rash and flared up eczema.  He's also snotty and slept like shit last night.  We had him tested for common allergins (environmental and food) through a blood draw. That was torturous and never want to experience that again.  Unless they think they'll be able to come up with a real answer.  I'm DESPERATE for an answer to what bugs him.  The results said he has a low allergy to dogs.  I have NO idea what that means.  Seriously.  We're going in Monday for his 1 year check up.  I hope the pediatrician can answer the 500 questions I have prepared.  #sorrynotsorry mister pediatrician.

Last night we had tickets for the Reds game.  It was going to be #awesome and #fun and was with, like, 100 of my coworkers.  Sadly, we didn't have a sitter so this adult night was going to be baby bombed by Reid.  The forecast called for storms and a soggy evening.  I had NO desire to hangout at The Great American Ballpark in the forecasted sog with a baby on my hip.  Or on my nip.  So we didn't go.  And guess what?  It barely rained.  So I looked like an asshole.  #imthefriendthatbailedagain #sorrytomybffaw #csquared4life

I just put Reid to sleep in his crib for the sixth night in a row.  Some of you are thinking, "so what?" and some might be thinking, "Go you!"  And then some of you are gasping in horror, because "where has he been sleeping?!!"  And it's likely that most of you are judging in some way, whether you're a parent or not.  Well stop.  For his whole life, Reid has needed to sleep while touching me in some way if I'm within smellsite (this means he can sleep for hours without me at the sitter's house, but wakes the second I try to gently lay him into his crib, no matter how deeply asleep).  In order to get him into his crib, it had to be someone else... so either Adam or Lucy.  99.9% of the time, it was Adam.  And get this, he hits ONE YEAR OLD and all the sudden he is a big boy.  All the sudden I can put him down and he STAYS ASLEEP.  I'm pretty proud of this.  #imsadtoo #notababyanymore

Tomorrow is Mother's Day.  My second Mother's Day.  I'll be honest, I don't really remember much about last years.  (cringe... sorry Adam...).  I'll blame the hormones.  I'm not expecting anything, really.  I'm happy to be a mom to Reid, plain and simple.  He's a cool dude, and I'm #lucky every single day.

Reid and Dada on the Slide







Wednesday, May 8, 2013

In the Middle of the Night

I go walking in my sleep, through the valley of.., just kidding.  I'm not here to sing you some Billy J.  

Last night was reminiscent of Reid's newborn days.  I forgot that Mad Money was on NBC from 3-4am.  I forgot how irritating it was to hear someone else snoring while I paced the living room.  I forgot how rock hard the living room floor is (I was prepared for a puker and set up blanket camp there.)

Little Reidy boy had a hard time sleeping last night.  He was really tired, but also really uncomfortable.  I suspect teething to be the reason, but I'm not positive.  I finally caved and gave him some Tylenol around 6:30 and he's been sleeping ever since (with one short wake for a mommy potty break and baby diaper change).  It's ten after 10.  Sweepy guy.

So today is going to be a snugly, cuddly, resting kind of day.  

Here's to hoping RWC wakes up feeling better!


Monday, May 6, 2013

Vids of the Kid

Well look at me, I'm on a COMPUTER.  When using social media (FB, Instagram, Blogger, etc.), I am on my phone 95% of the time.  I've typed the last couple posts with one hand while nursing or rocking the boy to sleep.  My Blogger app doesn't let me post videos, and it's kind of a pain to post pictures too.  I can't really edit/format, and if you know me, that kind of drives me cray.

So prepare yourself for lil video montage.  They go from oldest to newest.


9.5 months.  Post diaper change dolphin chatter between the boys.  #yuptheyrerelated


11 months.  Eating like a man.


11 months.  Army crawling and squeaks


12 months.  Reid's cake smash



And maybe you can't tell, but this kid has changed SO MUCH in the last few weeks.  I mean, look at him.  He's DRIVING!  

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Smashed

Today was Reid's first birthday party. Here are my thoughts:
1. Spent way too much on balloons. Hell, spent way too much PERIOD.
2. My anxiety about rain at our park party came true. It was wet and cold for 2/3 of the party. The shelter was nice though and nobody complained (except me and the hubs. We are ALWAYS the buzzkill).
3. Ashlie & Nick got suckered into helping set up and make burgers (in the rain). That's what ya get for being punctual. ;)
4. The cupcakes were SO good. Thank you, Kim, for sharing your cake lady. She is now my cake lady.
5. Holsie's "avocado crack" was gone in 2.5 seconds. Yes, it's really good. She is now my (avocado) crack lady.
6. Reid got awesome presents. Probably because we know some pretty awesome people.

This kid is passed out on me, and I'm (blissfully) typing this post on my iPhone from his nursery. Time to sign off and fully enjoy this moment. Total kairos. :)

Thursday, May 2, 2013

ONE YEAR OLD

Reid turns one officially at 1:22 PM EDT.

I can still smell the delivery room. I can still taste the coffee I downed in our five days at the hospital. I can still feel the sting in my eyes from the sleep deprivation. I can still feel my skin sticking to the posh vinyl chairs I used as a makeshift bed in the recovery room.

Doesn't seem possible, but it is.

From what I gather, this is an emotional week for Mama Bear. While my emotions were running high from pre-birth to departing the hospital, I've fared well. I enjoy watching the maturity and developments of my little fellow. When I lather him up with lotion, I know that too soon, those legs will be a hairy mess (like his dad), the occasional shrieks of joy will be replaced by "leave me alone!!!" and a locked bedroom door in a matter of no time, and the cute little $1.99 meals will make way for $400 trips to the grocery.

We dwell on what lies ahead and talk about time escaping us a lot. I feel that we do live in the moment more than we lead on. I reflect week-to-week on the amount of things that don't get done, but in reality - I like how time does seem to freeze when I'm with my baby.

Just last night, I returned home late and took a sleeping kid into my arms and sat meditating for over a half hour. How many times did I get to do that in years past?

Looking forward to hanging out again with my boy and all the days that follow.

acc

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

365 days old

Tomorrow Reid will be 1. ONE. 365 days old. I have been a forreal mom for 365 days. I'm, like, legit now. No longer a rookie, since my baby, my INFANT, is a one year old.

Thank God I can still explain his age in months for another year. After all, that's what I'm used to.

Everything else about my justababyforonemoreday seems to be changing at warp speed. He's crawling and pulling up and chatting (he calls me Bob). He's eating real human food (and thankfully still mama milk too). In fact, he eats kind of like a man. Yesterday he picked up a bowl of scrambled eggs and tried to lick it clean. He must have learned that trick from his "get it all" clean plate club dada.

I have sucked at posting the details of our lives. I wanted to document everything. But that's a hard commitment. I mean, we don't even walk our dog. Sorry, Lucy.

Maybe with summer approaching and school ending (and my list of bookmarked blogs growing) Adam and I will post more often.

I want to, I promise.

And here's a picture of the justababyforonemoreday (from the impromptu visit to the pedi to check a dumb rash that won't go away).