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That's the way she was born and raised...

Why do I add "ies" to everything I say, now, when I'm talking to my Little Man? The past few days, I've noticed the excessiveness of it. Such as, "Hi, sweeties!" or "Are you poopies?" or "Are you hungries?" You get the idea. Why is it impossible to talk to a baby in a normal tone with normal words and phrasing? Is it because they are so cute that they render you dumbfounded and leave you with no recourse but to kiss their chubby cheeks over and over?
I have a few words of baby advice. Now, let the record reflect that I'm not a fan at all of people who go through a life experience and come away a self-lauded expert. So, I'm not doing that, since my spine rankles at such a thing. I'm just saying this is what I've found to be true for me. It may be true for you. It may not be. Just sayin'.
Okay, so bringing home baby means you think you know what you're doing, only to find that you don't. That's jus…

The most of every day...

It's been one month since I gave birth to our wonderful, squirming baby boy. I can't believe he's a month old already and is getting chubby cheeks and chubby hands and chubby thighs. Not to mention the cutest, little tummy I've ever seen or kissed in my entire life. I'm finding that his nap times, while are certainly welcome breaks where I can catch up on some sleep, shower, brush my teeth or actually eat something, leave me watching the clock and wondering when he'll wake up so I can hug him and squeeze him and kiss him some more.
We had a long week. My husband came down with a sore throat that morphed into a full-blown sinus infection and guess who got it next? Me. That'll teach me to kiss my husband when he's sick (actually it probably won't - ha!) but being sick and not being able to sleep it off was really pretty miserable. Joel refused to nap like at all, which left me with some pretty long days, not enough sleep and way too jacked up …

Something new...

In case you noticed my absence... I have a good (and super precious) reason for being away for the past 2+ weeks.
And his name is: Joel Ryan...
Born: 03.23.10 ~ 4:55 a.m. 7 lbs. ~ 19 inches

Oh my goodness... where do I even begin?!
Right now, he doses peacefully in his bouncy seat (every baby should come equipped with a bouncy seat, it's seriously that valuable) and I can't believe I'm his mother and he's my son. My boy. We are completely enamored with him. His little smiles (I don't care if you say it's gas, they are still cute!) completely melt me and I can't help but kiss his little legs and his getting-rounder-by-the-day tummy whenever I change him (which is like all the time). My husband and I frequently look at him and look at each other and say, "Can you believe he's here?! Can you believe he's ours?!" I don't know when it is going to sink in that we get to keep him forevers.
I frequently re-live (mentally) the night we had hi…