Here are some of my favorites:
Monday, September 29, 2008
Photo shoot
My friend, Liz, took some more photos of Kaleb over the weekend and I LOVE them!
Here are some of my favorites:
Here are some of my favorites:
Friday, September 19, 2008
latest and greatest
Kaleb is almost 7 months now and I just can't believe it. It has totally flown by and he is just getting to be such a big boy. Ok, so he's always been a BIG boy (21 pounds and growing) but now he is sitting up on his own, loving solid foods, saying DA-DA and laughing/interacting so much! It is so much fun to watch him!! Like the other day I started laughing at a face he was making, so he started laughing. Then I kept laughing at him laughing at me and well, you get the picture....we were both cracking up for like 5 minutes. It was such a sweet, special moment.
Here are some recent pics:
Ready for MOPS!
Well, sort of...I'm still tired!!
Daddy is tickling me!!
Whatchoo talkin' about Willis??
Mom just had to see what the fuss was all about down here.
Lovin' my bathtime.
Don't I look cute in my duck hoodie towel??
Here are some recent pics:
Ready for MOPS!
Well, sort of...I'm still tired!!
Daddy is tickling me!!
Whatchoo talkin' about Willis??
Mom just had to see what the fuss was all about down here.
Lovin' my bathtime.
Don't I look cute in my duck hoodie towel??
Monday, September 15, 2008
Grandma's next visit
My Mom came in town for another visit over Labor Day and even though it was a short trip, it was so great to see her. Since she could watch Kaleb, I surprised Alf with a hotel room for the night on Sunday! It was fun to be able to reconnect with my hubby.
Here are a few shots of my Mom and Kaleb!!
Here are a few shots of my Mom and Kaleb!!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Silly Monkey
I think the new bathtub is a success!
Just chillin'....
Are you sure this tupperware stuff can't be used as a hat?
Oli is in my shot, isn't he? That crazy dog!
Mom, I think your hat looks better on me!
22, 23, 24.....uh! Push-ups are hard!
Just chillin'....
Are you sure this tupperware stuff can't be used as a hat?
Oli is in my shot, isn't he? That crazy dog!
Mom, I think your hat looks better on me!
22, 23, 24.....uh! Push-ups are hard!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Lessons Learned Part 1
There are so many things I have learned in these last 6 months of being a Mom, some good and some not so good. I feel compelled to share a few things not only for the Moms who have been there and can relate but also for the Moms-to-be so you'll know some things to expect. Here goes:
1) Babies have gas that is beyond belief! I was SOOOO NOT expecting that!
Sounds come out of Kaleb's butt that would make a frat boy blush.
2) Most women feel it, but few will say it....so I will. Breastfeeding hurts. REALLY hurts. And yes, he was latched on correctly. But there comes a point where you just go numb so do it as long as you can b/c it's so great for them and you. Especially b/c when you quit, you look strangely similiar to those African women in National Geographic and that's just not fun for anybody.
3) Most Moms think to pack an extra outfit for their little one in the diaper bag in case of a major blowout, but not so many pack one for themselves. I learned this lesson the hard way when I drove home from MOPS one lovely Thursday afternoon with yellow poop streaks all over my shirt and jeans. Can you imagine me getting pulled over? "Ma'am why were you speeding?" "Well, officer I've just about had it up to here with everyone's crap today!"
Do you think I would still get a ticket?? ;)
4) It's amazing how just the sound of your voice can soothe a baby. When Kaleb is losing it, all I have to do is lay next to him and whisper in his ear how much I love him. He snaps out of it pretty much immediately, closes his eyes and just listens to the sound of my voice.
5) Things will never again be on "your time." The minute you try to do a project, fold some laundry, or go to Target your baby will have a major blowout of his diaper or wake up from his nap 30 minutes early. And flexibility is not my forte, but I'm learning.
6) Always try something small before you go big. By that I mean, we drove to San Diego (5 hours) to see how Kaleb would do before we tried taking him to Amarillo (14 hours). We will not be driving to Amarillo. ;) I would rather not have my eyes clawed out by a 6 month old, thank you.
7) It's so adorable when they are able to start grabbing things. Not so adorable when they grab ahold of a large chunk of your hair and yank it out. yeeeeouchh.
8) As a new Mom, you will just stare in adoration at your sleeping little angel. I could stare at Kaleb sleeping for hours. (if he only napped that long)
9) Babies have mood swings similiar to drunk sorority girls. One minute they are smiling and laughing, the next they are screaming at a pitch that only dogs can hear.
Don't think your baby is crazy, that's just how they roll.
10) The love between a Mother and her child is like nothing else. It's a love that some women will never experience and some will experience many times over. To me, it's almost indescribable. But all I can say is that each day, I get glimpses of the goodness of God shown through the face of beautiful baby boy. He makes me smile, he makes me cry, he makes me rise to the woman I always knew I could be. I try every day to teach him new things, but it's unbelievable in his short time here what he has already taught me.
Moms or Moms-to-be would love to hear your comments or stories if you can relate!!
1) Babies have gas that is beyond belief! I was SOOOO NOT expecting that!
Sounds come out of Kaleb's butt that would make a frat boy blush.
2) Most women feel it, but few will say it....so I will. Breastfeeding hurts. REALLY hurts. And yes, he was latched on correctly. But there comes a point where you just go numb so do it as long as you can b/c it's so great for them and you. Especially b/c when you quit, you look strangely similiar to those African women in National Geographic and that's just not fun for anybody.
3) Most Moms think to pack an extra outfit for their little one in the diaper bag in case of a major blowout, but not so many pack one for themselves. I learned this lesson the hard way when I drove home from MOPS one lovely Thursday afternoon with yellow poop streaks all over my shirt and jeans. Can you imagine me getting pulled over? "Ma'am why were you speeding?" "Well, officer I've just about had it up to here with everyone's crap today!"
Do you think I would still get a ticket?? ;)
4) It's amazing how just the sound of your voice can soothe a baby. When Kaleb is losing it, all I have to do is lay next to him and whisper in his ear how much I love him. He snaps out of it pretty much immediately, closes his eyes and just listens to the sound of my voice.
5) Things will never again be on "your time." The minute you try to do a project, fold some laundry, or go to Target your baby will have a major blowout of his diaper or wake up from his nap 30 minutes early. And flexibility is not my forte, but I'm learning.
6) Always try something small before you go big. By that I mean, we drove to San Diego (5 hours) to see how Kaleb would do before we tried taking him to Amarillo (14 hours). We will not be driving to Amarillo. ;) I would rather not have my eyes clawed out by a 6 month old, thank you.
7) It's so adorable when they are able to start grabbing things. Not so adorable when they grab ahold of a large chunk of your hair and yank it out. yeeeeouchh.
8) As a new Mom, you will just stare in adoration at your sleeping little angel. I could stare at Kaleb sleeping for hours. (if he only napped that long)
9) Babies have mood swings similiar to drunk sorority girls. One minute they are smiling and laughing, the next they are screaming at a pitch that only dogs can hear.
Don't think your baby is crazy, that's just how they roll.
10) The love between a Mother and her child is like nothing else. It's a love that some women will never experience and some will experience many times over. To me, it's almost indescribable. But all I can say is that each day, I get glimpses of the goodness of God shown through the face of beautiful baby boy. He makes me smile, he makes me cry, he makes me rise to the woman I always knew I could be. I try every day to teach him new things, but it's unbelievable in his short time here what he has already taught me.
Moms or Moms-to-be would love to hear your comments or stories if you can relate!!
Hey-Look at me!
I sure love my Daddy.
What are you looking at?
Hangin' with my buddy Zilla!
I wonder why my parents call me monkey??
What are you looking at?
Hangin' with my buddy Zilla!
I wonder why my parents call me monkey??
Monday, August 18, 2008
The Guilt Train
I think when the doctor handed me my beautiful, bundled baby boy at the hospital that day she also managed to slip me a one-way pass on the guilt train…
Am I feeding him enough? Am I reading to him enough? What if he doesn’t socialize well with others b/c I don’t expose him to enough other babies early on? If I don’t speak 17,000 words to him on a daily basis, he will be a mute. (Yes, I actually thought that as insane as it seems.) But then again, I think all Moms are on that train in some way or another, even if they don’t know they are. One day we think we are about to take a step off when something else happens and we step right back on for another spin. My most recent trip on that train involved taking Kaleb to the nursery.
I knew the day would come when I had to put Kaleb in a nursery at our church and I knew it would tough on him and me. I decided that day would be this past Sunday, the 17th. It was Alf and I’s 6 year anniversary and we wanted to enjoy the church service without any “distractions” we’ll call him. You see, my son is not like most babies, he doesn’t sleep in public or chill in his carseat and take in the world around him. If he is awake, he is either eating, pooping, crying or screaming/laughing with joy. At church, he usually chooses crying or screaming with joy and the previous Sunday other church-goers were none too happy with his cute little baby squeals.
So I reluctantly told Alf to do the deed and take him b/c I couldn’t bear to watch. He was asleep in his carseat when we arrived and we both knew that wouldn’t last long. Then I just pictured him waking up and seeing all these weird people and screaming his barely there hair right off his little head. Ah, the agony. Since he was sleeping, I made myself go with Alf to drop him off. At least I wouldn’t have to see his tear-soaked eyes desperately peering at me as I walked away. As we were leaving, I braced myself for my own waterworks to begin. The panic to set in…..it’s coming, right?
As I nestled into my seat for service, an amazing thing happened. I felt good. REALLY good. I could clap with the music. I could sing the songs. I could even raise my hands if I were feeling a wee-bit Pentecostal. I could hold Alf’s hand. I could stand up without a baby permanently pasted to my hip. Here I am sitting in my chair at church with my firstborn stuck in a room full of strangers and all I wanted to do was throw my head back like Mel Gibson’s character in Braveheart and yell, “FREEDOM!”
What is wrong with me? Am I a bad Mom? Do I not care enough about Kaleb’s well-being?
Uh oh, there it comes again, chugga chugga chugga chugga, choo choo……..
STOP! I yell at myself (in my head of course). I wasn’t going to jump back on. Not this time. And then, moments later it was almost as if the pastor was speaking only to me. He said, “the best gift you can give your children is to love God and to love your spouse.” I take a deep breath, grab Alf’s hand and listen to the rest of the message with an ease I hadn’t felt in some time.
When we picked up Kaleb from the nursery, he was crying. I said, “Oh no, did he cry the whole time?” When the young girl looked at me and said that he had just started to cry and that he had been smiling and laughing the whole time, my eyes welled up with tears. As I took him in my arms, I kissed his little chubby cheek and we walked out the church doors as a family. On the drive home, Kaleb just stared at me and smiled. I pictured that guilt train making it’s way toward me and the conductor yelling, “All aboard?!” I reached over and grabbed Kaleb’s tiny little hand, gave it a kiss and whispered, “Not today.....”
Am I feeding him enough? Am I reading to him enough? What if he doesn’t socialize well with others b/c I don’t expose him to enough other babies early on? If I don’t speak 17,000 words to him on a daily basis, he will be a mute. (Yes, I actually thought that as insane as it seems.) But then again, I think all Moms are on that train in some way or another, even if they don’t know they are. One day we think we are about to take a step off when something else happens and we step right back on for another spin. My most recent trip on that train involved taking Kaleb to the nursery.
I knew the day would come when I had to put Kaleb in a nursery at our church and I knew it would tough on him and me. I decided that day would be this past Sunday, the 17th. It was Alf and I’s 6 year anniversary and we wanted to enjoy the church service without any “distractions” we’ll call him. You see, my son is not like most babies, he doesn’t sleep in public or chill in his carseat and take in the world around him. If he is awake, he is either eating, pooping, crying or screaming/laughing with joy. At church, he usually chooses crying or screaming with joy and the previous Sunday other church-goers were none too happy with his cute little baby squeals.
So I reluctantly told Alf to do the deed and take him b/c I couldn’t bear to watch. He was asleep in his carseat when we arrived and we both knew that wouldn’t last long. Then I just pictured him waking up and seeing all these weird people and screaming his barely there hair right off his little head. Ah, the agony. Since he was sleeping, I made myself go with Alf to drop him off. At least I wouldn’t have to see his tear-soaked eyes desperately peering at me as I walked away. As we were leaving, I braced myself for my own waterworks to begin. The panic to set in…..it’s coming, right?
As I nestled into my seat for service, an amazing thing happened. I felt good. REALLY good. I could clap with the music. I could sing the songs. I could even raise my hands if I were feeling a wee-bit Pentecostal. I could hold Alf’s hand. I could stand up without a baby permanently pasted to my hip. Here I am sitting in my chair at church with my firstborn stuck in a room full of strangers and all I wanted to do was throw my head back like Mel Gibson’s character in Braveheart and yell, “FREEDOM!”
What is wrong with me? Am I a bad Mom? Do I not care enough about Kaleb’s well-being?
Uh oh, there it comes again, chugga chugga chugga chugga, choo choo……..
STOP! I yell at myself (in my head of course). I wasn’t going to jump back on. Not this time. And then, moments later it was almost as if the pastor was speaking only to me. He said, “the best gift you can give your children is to love God and to love your spouse.” I take a deep breath, grab Alf’s hand and listen to the rest of the message with an ease I hadn’t felt in some time.
When we picked up Kaleb from the nursery, he was crying. I said, “Oh no, did he cry the whole time?” When the young girl looked at me and said that he had just started to cry and that he had been smiling and laughing the whole time, my eyes welled up with tears. As I took him in my arms, I kissed his little chubby cheek and we walked out the church doors as a family. On the drive home, Kaleb just stared at me and smiled. I pictured that guilt train making it’s way toward me and the conductor yelling, “All aboard?!” I reached over and grabbed Kaleb’s tiny little hand, gave it a kiss and whispered, “Not today.....”
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