Today is Daddy's birthday.
How thoughtful of you to remember the occasion with a card and gift!
Look at all those candles! Think you'll ever have that many?
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
daddy's birthday
Mason,
Today is Daddy's birthday.
How thoughtful of you to remember the occasion with a card and gift!
Look at all those candles! Think you'll ever have that many?
Love,
Mommy
Today is Daddy's birthday.
How thoughtful of you to remember the occasion with a card and gift!
Look at all those candles! Think you'll ever have that many?
Love,
Mommy
Monday, January 23, 2012
baby job
Mason,
Today was your first day at your baby job, also known as daycare. The pediatrician predicts you'll have a runny nose by the end of the week. Get excited!
It took us three trips to get out of the house with you and all your stuff. We were already running late because you threw up on me, something you'd never done before. Were you nervous, Honey? First days of anything can be nerve-racking.
You take your lunch to work like Daddy and I do. I fear the day when we forget your lunch.
Daddy and I (barely) held it together while we got you settled.
But then we cried after we left you. All things considered, your first day on the job didn't go too bad. You refused the bottle at first, but eventually gave in. You went on a nap strike. Today was the first day of your life that you didn't sleep at all during the day and you were a hot mess by the time I got you home, begging for night-night at 5 PM. Mason, this is the only job you'll ever have where you're strongly encouraged to sleep while you're there. Take advantage of it. You don't know how good you have it!
It's too bad your baby job doesn't come with a paycheck, even a baby one!
Miss you each day,
Mommy
Today was your first day at your baby job, also known as daycare. The pediatrician predicts you'll have a runny nose by the end of the week. Get excited!
It took us three trips to get out of the house with you and all your stuff. We were already running late because you threw up on me, something you'd never done before. Were you nervous, Honey? First days of anything can be nerve-racking.
You take your lunch to work like Daddy and I do. I fear the day when we forget your lunch.
Daddy and I (barely) held it together while we got you settled.
But then we cried after we left you. All things considered, your first day on the job didn't go too bad. You refused the bottle at first, but eventually gave in. You went on a nap strike. Today was the first day of your life that you didn't sleep at all during the day and you were a hot mess by the time I got you home, begging for night-night at 5 PM. Mason, this is the only job you'll ever have where you're strongly encouraged to sleep while you're there. Take advantage of it. You don't know how good you have it!
It's too bad your baby job doesn't come with a paycheck, even a baby one!
Miss you each day,
Mommy
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
month 4: reflections
Mason,
Another month is over! And what a whirlwind this past month has been: holidays, travels, and Mommy returning to work. Oi vey. We all could use a vacation.
You've entered the stage where anything and everything goes into your pie hole. You're showing signs of teething, too.
You've become quite grabby, and will reach for most things. You hang on tight when we carry you around the house. You love to touch our hands, fingers, faces, and clothes, and you grab big handfuls of Mommy's hair. Overall, you've gotten much friendlier toward us. You bombard us with coos, smiles, and laughs. You've even warmed up to other people--a little--but you're still not smiling at strangers in the grocery store yet.
Rolling from belly to back is what's cool, and you're loving it.
You made a new baby friend. He lives in our mirrors and makes you smile and shriek with delight. This development has brought us hours of entertainment, and lots of little fingerprints on Mommy's freshly cleaned mirrors.
Just yesterday, we placed you in the exersaucer for the first time. A new world opened up to you. You love to stand up.
Despite all the fun you now seem to be having, you can still be one serious and demanding little dude.
We're figuring you out though, little cookie! You won't get the best of us!
Four months into parenthood, we can still remember what our lives were like before you arrived. In truth, there are some things we miss about those days. We had time--so much time!--and freedoms that just aren't available now. Parenting, even with a good baby like you, is hard, for both expected and unexpected reasons. But, even during the most difficult moments or situations, we understand that these days are fleeting. Lord willing, there will come a day when our house will be too quiet and we'll have freedom to do whatever we want, whenever we'd like. We will long for a sweet bundle to depend on us for every need, no matter what sacrifices are required on our parts. We will fondly recall the myriad coos, babbles, smiles, and giggles. We'll laugh about how Mommy kept track of your dirty diapers with her iPhone app, and how before becoming parents, we just couldn't fathom all the time and energy we'd spend talking about and keeping track of someone else's poop!
Yes, sweet Mason, we know that this time is a season and that it won't last forever. We are blessed to have this experience and all the ups and downs that it entails. Cheers to another month! We love you more than ever.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy and Daddy
Another month is over! And what a whirlwind this past month has been: holidays, travels, and Mommy returning to work. Oi vey. We all could use a vacation.
You've entered the stage where anything and everything goes into your pie hole. You're showing signs of teething, too.
You've become quite grabby, and will reach for most things. You hang on tight when we carry you around the house. You love to touch our hands, fingers, faces, and clothes, and you grab big handfuls of Mommy's hair. Overall, you've gotten much friendlier toward us. You bombard us with coos, smiles, and laughs. You've even warmed up to other people--a little--but you're still not smiling at strangers in the grocery store yet.
Rolling from belly to back is what's cool, and you're loving it.
You made a new baby friend. He lives in our mirrors and makes you smile and shriek with delight. This development has brought us hours of entertainment, and lots of little fingerprints on Mommy's freshly cleaned mirrors.
Just yesterday, we placed you in the exersaucer for the first time. A new world opened up to you. You love to stand up.
Despite all the fun you now seem to be having, you can still be one serious and demanding little dude.
We're figuring you out though, little cookie! You won't get the best of us!
Four months into parenthood, we can still remember what our lives were like before you arrived. In truth, there are some things we miss about those days. We had time--so much time!--and freedoms that just aren't available now. Parenting, even with a good baby like you, is hard, for both expected and unexpected reasons. But, even during the most difficult moments or situations, we understand that these days are fleeting. Lord willing, there will come a day when our house will be too quiet and we'll have freedom to do whatever we want, whenever we'd like. We will long for a sweet bundle to depend on us for every need, no matter what sacrifices are required on our parts. We will fondly recall the myriad coos, babbles, smiles, and giggles. We'll laugh about how Mommy kept track of your dirty diapers with her iPhone app, and how before becoming parents, we just couldn't fathom all the time and energy we'd spend talking about and keeping track of someone else's poop!
Yes, sweet Mason, we know that this time is a season and that it won't last forever. We are blessed to have this experience and all the ups and downs that it entails. Cheers to another month! We love you more than ever.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy and Daddy
four month sticker
Mason,
You're four months old--that's a third of a year!
You're growing like crazy. At your four-month checkup, you weighed 16 pounds, three ounces, which fell in the 75th-90th percentile range. Your height has shot up. The nurse measured you at 26.5 inches, which means you've grown three inches in two months. You're now at the 95th percentile for height. Maybe you will end up being tall like Uncle Luke!
Except for some minor skin issues, you checked out just fine at your appointment. You are big and healthy. And because you're so big and healthy, the doctor wants us to hold off starting solids with you for another two months. You still watch every bite we take and beg for scraps on occasion; holding you off may be tough, so it's a good thing you like your mama's milk.
You did a great job with your second round of vaccinations. Again, you slurped down the oral vaccine. After the first shot, you were so bold as to laugh in the nurse's face. The nurse shot you again, with a bigger needle this time, and you howled and needed your mama. Be careful, Sweetie. Cockiness will always catch up to you.
Happy four months, Mason. Daddy and I love you!
XOXO,
Mommy
You're four months old--that's a third of a year!
You're growing like crazy. At your four-month checkup, you weighed 16 pounds, three ounces, which fell in the 75th-90th percentile range. Your height has shot up. The nurse measured you at 26.5 inches, which means you've grown three inches in two months. You're now at the 95th percentile for height. Maybe you will end up being tall like Uncle Luke!
Except for some minor skin issues, you checked out just fine at your appointment. You are big and healthy. And because you're so big and healthy, the doctor wants us to hold off starting solids with you for another two months. You still watch every bite we take and beg for scraps on occasion; holding you off may be tough, so it's a good thing you like your mama's milk.
You did a great job with your second round of vaccinations. Again, you slurped down the oral vaccine. After the first shot, you were so bold as to laugh in the nurse's face. The nurse shot you again, with a bigger needle this time, and you howled and needed your mama. Be careful, Sweetie. Cockiness will always catch up to you.
Happy four months, Mason. Daddy and I love you!
XOXO,
Mommy
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
the bubble has burst
The dreaded day has arrived--January 3rd, the day I am returning to work. The euphoric, priceless, much-too-short new mommy/new baby bubble has burst. I have to leave you during the day now, and I'm heartbroken about it.
I've been dreading this day since you were minutes old and I realized, "Oh. OH! This is what it's all about. Why did I ever think I'd rather work than care for this sweet little bundle all day? How can I ever leave my baby?"
Fifteen weeks and three days at home full-time with you shattered all of my preconceived notions about being a stay-at-home-mom. These days with you were anything but mundane. Your poop explosions and mood swings kept me on my toes. Your rapid development brought wonder and surprise to each week. Your many baby friends, and their mommies, kept us company and I never felt lonely or isolated. My problem-solving and research skills that I developed while completing my Ph.D. came in handy when trying to figure you out--you're a little mystery! Witnessing your personality emerge brought laughter and joy that I never thought possible. Getting to know you better each day, in ways that no one else could, has been priceless. Not having much experience with babies before you arrived, I had erroneously assumed that a trained professional would care for you better than I could. Now I know better. No one will ever truly put your needs first or care for you as well as your mommy and daddy.
I wept off and on all day. Leaving you this morning tore my heart out, and whenever someone at work welcomed me back or asked about you, I bawled like a baby. At times, I sounded like you! The tears will subside eventually. But the heavyhearted feeling that grows exponentially from the moment you wake up each morning to when we say goodbye will linger, perhaps indefinitely. We'll both get used to it, but I'll never feel right about leaving you.
Please know, sweet Mason, that if given the choice between my best day at work or your grumpiest day at home, I would wholeheartedly and eagerly choose the latter--every time.
Love you and miss you always!
Mommy
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