Big C and I went to Branson for the night last Friday. It. Was. Wonderful.
This is the first time that we have gone away for a night since the boys were born. They've stayed with grandparents several times, but never have we been more than 5 minutes away from them overnight.
It went a lot smoother than I expected, and it was also the world's shortest vacation. We were gone for roughly 28 hours. And couldn't have been happier to get home to those little boys.
Having babies really does change you - in the most wonderful, unexpected ways.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Excellent.
You haven't really lived until you've poured vomit out of your bra.
You read that right. Little C wasn't feeling well (apparently) earlier this week. I had just gotten home from work and commenced the bed time countdown. I rocked and fed L without protest or any exciting event. After putting L in bed, I then scooped my other sweet boy up and snuggled him close to my chest because I hadn't seen him all day. We had been sitting down for 2.5 seconds when the explosion occured.
Now, I don't care how much you love your kids or how wonderful you think they are; vomit is vomit. And I was covered in it. When I stood up, it poured out of my lap like a small waterfall. Somehow that sound is only beautiful if you're standing by a rippling stream and looking at a tall, tall cliff watching water cascade in a wonderous white mist. If you're holding your 6 month old child and standing from your glider, it is a disgusting sound.
Tomorrow will be better. It has to.
You read that right. Little C wasn't feeling well (apparently) earlier this week. I had just gotten home from work and commenced the bed time countdown. I rocked and fed L without protest or any exciting event. After putting L in bed, I then scooped my other sweet boy up and snuggled him close to my chest because I hadn't seen him all day. We had been sitting down for 2.5 seconds when the explosion occured.
Now, I don't care how much you love your kids or how wonderful you think they are; vomit is vomit. And I was covered in it. When I stood up, it poured out of my lap like a small waterfall. Somehow that sound is only beautiful if you're standing by a rippling stream and looking at a tall, tall cliff watching water cascade in a wonderous white mist. If you're holding your 6 month old child and standing from your glider, it is a disgusting sound.
Tomorrow will be better. It has to.
Sunday, February 05, 2012
That's enough Father Time
Alright, Father Time. You can ease up any day now. We muddled through the difficulties of the I'm-so-tired-I-can't-remember-if-I-ate-lunch-or-not era and are into the I-never-knew-saying-"boo"-could-be-so-funny stage. Let's slow it down just a little so we've got time to enjoy this!
L smiled at me this morning, and I'm sure it took him by surprise when I pried his mouth open to prove to myself that I was seeing things and he didn't actually have two tiny teeth in his little bitty mouth. Wrong. There they were. Bright, shiny, and barely through his sweet little gums right in the front on the bottom. My baby has two teeth. How did this happen??! I wasn't sad when Little C popped his first tooth through because I still had one baby who wasn't growing up quite as fast. Now, there are no more toothless babies in my house (and might never be again, we're undecided), and this is just too sad for words. Don't get me wrong though; I am excited about those tiny little teeth! They're undoubtedly two of the cutest teeth I've ever seen, as expected.
It's all exciting when the first one reaches milestones because I don't get caught up in the fact that this might be the last "first" we get to have. Take Lucas crawling for example: I am SO excited and proud of that sweet little baby!! And it's easy to be excited because his *older* brother is still happily rolling around my living room and showing no interest in crawling or growing up too fast and breaking his Momma's heart. Now when Little C starts crawling, after the excitement of his newest achievement calms down, I'm sure I will have to mourn the fact that my house will no longer be home to tiny infant babies but busy, busy crawlers instead.
I thought time was flying by when I was in college, but I had no idea. Time is screeching past at an appalling pace these days. I would give anything for a little time in a bottle right now. It would be so nice to go back to those first few days at home with my snuggly little boys for just a few minutes. To hold my teeny 5lb babies and let them fall asleep on my chest one more time. I guess the nostalgia makes me appreciate the moments now even more, but still. I can't believe it's been nearly seven months. Hope the second half of their first year of life goes by just a little more slowly.
P.S...
L smiled at me this morning, and I'm sure it took him by surprise when I pried his mouth open to prove to myself that I was seeing things and he didn't actually have two tiny teeth in his little bitty mouth. Wrong. There they were. Bright, shiny, and barely through his sweet little gums right in the front on the bottom. My baby has two teeth. How did this happen??! I wasn't sad when Little C popped his first tooth through because I still had one baby who wasn't growing up quite as fast. Now, there are no more toothless babies in my house (and might never be again, we're undecided), and this is just too sad for words. Don't get me wrong though; I am excited about those tiny little teeth! They're undoubtedly two of the cutest teeth I've ever seen, as expected.
It's all exciting when the first one reaches milestones because I don't get caught up in the fact that this might be the last "first" we get to have. Take Lucas crawling for example: I am SO excited and proud of that sweet little baby!! And it's easy to be excited because his *older* brother is still happily rolling around my living room and showing no interest in crawling or growing up too fast and breaking his Momma's heart. Now when Little C starts crawling, after the excitement of his newest achievement calms down, I'm sure I will have to mourn the fact that my house will no longer be home to tiny infant babies but busy, busy crawlers instead.
I thought time was flying by when I was in college, but I had no idea. Time is screeching past at an appalling pace these days. I would give anything for a little time in a bottle right now. It would be so nice to go back to those first few days at home with my snuggly little boys for just a few minutes. To hold my teeny 5lb babies and let them fall asleep on my chest one more time. I guess the nostalgia makes me appreciate the moments now even more, but still. I can't believe it's been nearly seven months. Hope the second half of their first year of life goes by just a little more slowly.
P.S...
Happy Super Bowl Sunday from L & Little C!!
Face mask. 15 yard penalty. Automatic first down!!
Saturday, February 04, 2012
And we're off!!
Holy crap. He's mobile.
I know what you're thinking, and yes, it is one of the cutest things ever. In addition to cute, it is also sad beyond words and terrifying. I thought it was getting difficult to keep up with two boys as is, but now I feel like life is one big game of Frogger... and we're a hop and a skip away from game over.
It's about to get really interesting at our house. Just wait till he teaches his Little C how to do it. We're in trouble, yo.
Friday, February 03, 2012
Big and Little C
It occurred to me, after reading a previous post, that I should probably distinguish between C the husband, and C the child. Let's be clear -- I'm not the person who lets an adult scream at her for an extended period of time (or likely any period of time). Obviously, the screaming C from the Baby Ambien post is Little C. By modifying this moniker, C the husband naturally becomes "Big C."
This is only a default reference to his size since he is obviously bigger than a 14lb infant - Big C is not a large man. Just wanted to get everyone on the same page.
Now... last night was quite the comedy of events. I don't know how many of you have (or have had) babies, but I once read that putting a baby down for bed is a lot less like the Pampers commercials and a lot more like wrestling a 20lb bag of snakes. I'd have to agree. The boys are big enough now that they are much too busy to be bothered with cleaning/changing of any sort. If we only knew how many things they needed to do, surely we would understand their plight.
To complicate matters, our boys have recently learned that their head is a powerful tool when they want to move. L can turn his head and somehow harness the momentum and flip his entire body in roughly two seconds. He employed this technique repeatedly while Big C was getting him ready for bed. Now, the video is only a few seconds long, but don't be fooled. This battle royale commenced for about 10 minutes.
Pretty sure they were both sweating by the time L actually had a dry diaper, clean pajamas, full belly, and was laid down for the night. I know I was, but it was probably from laughing till I couldn't breathe.
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
The things you'll see
If you're searching for the Mother of the Year trophy, look no further. It's proudly displayed above my television for all the world to see. What have I done to deserve this prestigious award? Well, I'll tell you.
Those of you with small children may be familiar with a fairly new product called a "Bumbo." It is essentially a little seat that is used to support and help babies sit up until they are strong enough to sit up on their own. We use the Bumbos for a lot of things - eating vegetables, playing with toys, watching me fix dinner, etc. The boys really do like the perspective that comes from looking at the world head on rather than looking up at it from their back. Because they enjoy the seats so much, I often let them continue to sit and play with one another while I wash dishes or clean the living room.
Earlier this week, like many mornings before, I was feeding the boys some breakfast in the Bumbos, and they had quickly dismissed me and began talking and playing with each other. (You see, I am the only thing that matters when they need something, but if anything more interesting comes along, i.e. something shiny, I no longer exist to them.) I've been trying for weeks to get a video of them chatting, so instead of going to clean and put our breakfast supplies away, I grabbed my trusty iPhone and recorded away. These tiny baby geniuses can always tell when I'm trying to catch them doing something - a skill that will serve them well in years to come, I'm sure - so of course they immediately stopped the incessant babbling. I decided to continue recording in hopes of catching them talking again once they got distracted and forgot about the camera pointing at them.
In my defense, and those of you with iPhones can vouch for me, when using the video feature of this handy device, it automatically zooms in a little. Now, typically "a little" isn't enough to make a difference one way or the other, but when you're sitting less than 18" from your subject, "a little" zoom is enough to miss everything you're trying to record. Because of the zoom factor, I had to lean back (can't get up, remember, trying to be inconspicuous here) to make sure both boys were in the frame. This put me in a rather awkward position, so instead of actually watching the video or the boys, I was trying not to fall and thus ruin the moment. Guess I should've written a memo to L... "Don't ruin it. I'm trying to show people how cute you are. Love, Mom"
You can watch the video for yourself and see how this story plays out.
He is fine, by the way, and thanks for asking. And yes, I felt awful; however, my guilt probably stems from the fact that I found humor in the situation, but come on now, let's be honest. You laughed too.
Those of you with small children may be familiar with a fairly new product called a "Bumbo." It is essentially a little seat that is used to support and help babies sit up until they are strong enough to sit up on their own. We use the Bumbos for a lot of things - eating vegetables, playing with toys, watching me fix dinner, etc. The boys really do like the perspective that comes from looking at the world head on rather than looking up at it from their back. Because they enjoy the seats so much, I often let them continue to sit and play with one another while I wash dishes or clean the living room.
Earlier this week, like many mornings before, I was feeding the boys some breakfast in the Bumbos, and they had quickly dismissed me and began talking and playing with each other. (You see, I am the only thing that matters when they need something, but if anything more interesting comes along, i.e. something shiny, I no longer exist to them.) I've been trying for weeks to get a video of them chatting, so instead of going to clean and put our breakfast supplies away, I grabbed my trusty iPhone and recorded away. These tiny baby geniuses can always tell when I'm trying to catch them doing something - a skill that will serve them well in years to come, I'm sure - so of course they immediately stopped the incessant babbling. I decided to continue recording in hopes of catching them talking again once they got distracted and forgot about the camera pointing at them.
In my defense, and those of you with iPhones can vouch for me, when using the video feature of this handy device, it automatically zooms in a little. Now, typically "a little" isn't enough to make a difference one way or the other, but when you're sitting less than 18" from your subject, "a little" zoom is enough to miss everything you're trying to record. Because of the zoom factor, I had to lean back (can't get up, remember, trying to be inconspicuous here) to make sure both boys were in the frame. This put me in a rather awkward position, so instead of actually watching the video or the boys, I was trying not to fall and thus ruin the moment. Guess I should've written a memo to L... "Don't ruin it. I'm trying to show people how cute you are. Love, Mom"
You can watch the video for yourself and see how this story plays out.
He is fine, by the way, and thanks for asking. And yes, I felt awful; however, my guilt probably stems from the fact that I found humor in the situation, but come on now, let's be honest. You laughed too.
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