Monday, February 25, 2008
I can't believe that this screaming little baby...
has finally become this smily little boy...
(Okay so he's not smily here. I totally had a video of him crawling, but I can't figure out how to save it to my computer to upload. This is the only picture I have of him in quadriped, so you'll have to use your imagination.)
This new set of skills is going to open up a world of possiblities for Hunter. Now when he's playing with a toy and it's out of reach, he just gets down on his tummy and slides/crawls to it. This is HUGE y'all. We don't have to put him on his tummy anymore. He does it ALL. BY. HIMSELF. Who can belive that?! And without screaming! Or crying! I cannot begin to describe how excited and proud I am about this. Remember that as you read on. I am not complaining, but I should have known with so much good you have to expect some bad, right? It's more than a fair trade.
What am I talking about? The effect that Hunter's mobility had on my day today. My son is an amazing sleeper. I have been sure to vocalize my thankfulness for this at least weekly. I understand how lucky I am. There is never any doubt that Hunter will lay down around 2 and sleep for 1 1/2 - 2 hours everyday. So today when I got home from work, we raced to the nursery to pick out some flowers that I was going to plant in our pitiful flower beds during Hunter's naptime. I knew I'd have a couple of hours, so this would be no problem. Right.
I bought like 20 flowers y'all. And for those of you who don't do yardwork (aka, me until about a month ago), that takes a LONG time. So we come home and I feed Hunter and put him down in his crib. I get all of my gardening gear out in the front yard and plug the monitor in outside. After about 20 minutes of listening to Hunter "talk", the screaming starts. I ignore it at first, but once it gets to the point where I'm positive one of my neighbors will call CPS on me, I have no choice but to give in. This is how I find Hunter...
Ultimately I ended up taking him outside with me to plant flowers. After about 20 minutes, he started showing serious signs of boredom and thankfully a little fatigue, so I took him back inside and laid him down. Another 20 minutes later there are ear piercing screams coming through the monitor, so I run inside again (sigh) and find him like this...
All I could do was smile. We went back outside together again where Hunter began to play and eventually ended up on his tummy with a smile on his face, and that, my friends, is beautiful.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Today I'm still not sure how I feel about the new colors. Sometimes I really love the blue and blue. Why you ask? You guessed it, Kappa Kappa Gamma - that's what I ama! (So many of you are rolling your eyes at me right now, but I gotta give a shout out to my sistas. Are you out there sistas?) I digress. What am I even talking about right now? The template. Right. Blue and blue. Love that. The burning that my eyes sometimes feel after looking at the new background. Don't love that. We'll see how it goes.
I can't really think of an adequate transitional statement here, so on a completely different note, my friend Julie had her baby yesterday. Julie's a CL specialist that works with me, so when I got off work at 12, my friend Heather and I went over to see her at big Baylor since it's just across the street. How do I describe Julie? Picture the happiest, smiliest person you know and double it. That's Julie. (Actually that's every CLS that works with me. Hmmmm. A pattern. Interesting.) This is Julie's second baby. For the first, she had a perfect, smily pregnancy and pretty good delivery (well as good as they get), so for the second we thought she had it coming. Guess what? Same thing. Happy and smily the entire way through. When Heather and I got into the room, Julie jumped up and hugged us. Heather and I had the same response. WHAT are you doing? and more importantly HOW are you doing it?!! We could both barely even move after giving birth. And Julie didn't have a small baby. We're talking over 8 pounds here.
This got me to thinking that maybe Julie didn't have the 2 best pregnancies and deliveries of all time. Maybe I'm just a complete baby. And for one second I felt this urge to toughen up. Then I realized I am who I am. And when I hurt, I hurt. Physical pain is not my thing. So people like Julie are true inspirations to me. I am in awe of a woman who can push out an 8+ pound baby without one single tear (okay I realize you can read this 2 ways - I mean tear as in like a rip, not tear as in water coming out of your eyes. . . but either interpretation works here) and jump to her feet the next day. This is what I'll be striving for the next time you see me like this...
Well that and less swelling.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Carole: (cracking up on the inside) I'm (hahaha) so (snort) sorry (can'tcontainthelaughteranymore)
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
On another note, does anyone remember my constant complaining when I was pregnant about Hunter loving to snuggle up into my ribs? And then the unfortunate plagiocephaly resulting from it? Well this is how he sleeps now. He's been doing it for about 3 or 4 months. That sweet baby just loves to snuggle, whether it's in your arms, your ribs or his crib bumpers.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
I was really anxious about leaving because it was the first time I was going to be away from Hunter overnight and HOW COULD HE POSSIBLY SURVIVE THE NIGHT WITHOUT ME IN THE SAME HOUSE AS HIM!
I was stressed all week leading up to it, but I'm really proud of how well I handled myself (and of how well he did for Nana. Thanks Mom - we appreciate you!). I had a really great time with James and my friends and did not obsess at all or even hold a single inappropriate one-sided conversation about my son at the wedding. I did pass my camera around the table to show everyone how cute he is, which some considered a party foul (Matt and Emily. . ahem), but how could I not share the cuteness with people who've been deprived of the privelage to witness it in person? Plus these people have known me for like 13 years or something, so if they haven't seen a party foul from me at this point then they just haven't been paying close enough attention.
The wedding was gorgeous, as was the bride. Unfortnateuly you'll have to trust me on this because I didn't get a picture of her. But I did get lots of other ones. . .
Marcy, me and Amy - two of my very best girlfriends from Gtown. (Laura, here's your preggo pic of Amy!)
Dr. Brian (the groom) and me - excuse our chins, that picture is seriously close. I feel like I'm invading my own personal space just looking at it.
I think this is all of the high school friends that were there - Matt, Brian, Jeff, Cassidy, me, Corey, Todd, Dustin, Amy, Marcy, Danielle.
And finally, the aforementioned social etiquette experts :) - Matt and Emily with me and James