13 posts tagged “babies”

William is a year and a half now. He's still a baby but he's starting to act, look and be more of a child - a kid. It's been wonderful watching him grow, change and become the adorable little guy he is, but at the same time, it makes me sad because he's growing up so fast. Sometimes I want him to stay my little baby forever.

He has teeth now. He talks a bit. He runs. He's starting to try the doorknobs and with all this activity comes accidents. Lately, my son has been reverting back to his smaller days, when he was but a wee one, a baby. He'll have a spill and he'll get hurt and where does he come? He comes to me. He also makes sure to grab his blanket and have me wrap him up in it, hold him, sing to him, baby him, comfort him and make it all better.

I can't help it. I just have to. I know I can't coddle him every time he falls or gets hurt, but when he comes to me with those big, round, teared-up eyes of his, I can't say no. I know there will come a day when he'll get hurt and he won't come to me. I know there will come a day when he'd be too big to fit in my lap anyway. While he's little like this, it's just something I must do.

What's something you should would never throw away.

Baby Things.

Clothes William has grown out of such as onsies, booties, socks, premie hoodies, shoes and hats. Also, things like my pregnancy journal, the scrapbook I made of his birth with all the cards we received, hospital bracelets, and ultrasound pictures. I'll keep novelties from my baby shower, binkies, bottles, even my maternity clothes.

I'll keep it all.

Forever.

Baby things

Baby scrapbook

I haven't been sleeping well at night lately.
I'm not sure why.

It takes me a long time to fall asleep and once I do,  if I do, I toss and turn. Maybe it's all the excitement that's happened lately, which I can't complain about and I'm not! Maybe it's a combination of worry over our move in two months and money. I've had some personal problems with a friend that have kept me in a funk and also I'm not getting enough physical activity in my day.

I haven't been to Starbucks either! So don't think It's the coffee. I rarely drink it these days. I'm just an insomniac right now and it really stinks.

Often at night when I can't sleep I'll toss and turn to the point I give up and just lay there, staring up at the ceiling. I get to thinking about my life and how much I love it. I think about all the turmoil I've been through in my life and how hard I've fought to get to where I am now. It occurs to me how lucky I am for all I have.

Then, I think of the baby that is sleeping in the room next to ours and I smile.
He's the best thing of all.

When William my son was born, my life changed so dramatically. To say he's a miracle is putting it lightly. Maybe to some it may not seem like a big deal. People have children. There's millions of us on this planet and we all came from one mother. But to me there's nothing regular about my son. There's nothing regular about how he's impacted my life.

William has given me so much courage, strength, hope and happiness. I cannot truly express in words how dear he is to me. William's birth was nothing ordinary, to me. Though he may have been born amongst thousands of others on that morning in October of 2005, he'll always be the reason I live and the greatest joy I've ever known.

Sometimes when I can't sleep, like lately, I sit up in bed and put my feet to the floor. Carefully and every so quietly I press my weight down on the hard, wooden slats and stand up. I sneak through the bathroom that connects to his room, as if I were a feather on air, so quiet. I turn the knob gently and push lightly. I peek my head through the crack to make sure I haven't woken William and spoiled the moment.

He's always sleeping. I never wake him.
I'm quiet enough every time.

I push the door lightly enough and cringe as it brushes over the carpet making the wooshing sound that might be the final blow. Sometimes he stirs but he never wakes up from his sweet little slumber.

I put my foot out and tip toe across the room to his crib. There he is, sleeping like an angel. Usually he'll be out of his covers, sleeping with his butt in the air. I alway smile at this. I wonder how someone can sleep with their head turned sideways, their arms splayed out and their knees tucked so high that their butt sticks up into the air. He seems to do just fine this way. He's always slept through the night.

I put the blanket over him one night, not long ago and he stirred, and in his sleep muttered "Hi Kitty," sighed, then turned over. I just stood there by his crib smiling down at him, thinking how precious of a moment I just witnessed and how it was worth every second of sleep lost to see it.

Every night for the past week I've woken in the middle of the night and crept into his room to see him sleep. Every night I grow more and more peaceful each time I see him. I find myself returning to my bed and falling fast asleep.

William is my cure to everything. He makes me happy to no end and he helps me sleep when I cannot. Someday I hope he'll understand how deeply I love him and how grateful I am that he is here, blessing my life.

I want to congratulate a friend of mine here on Vox.

Ana and her husband have been fighting to become mother and father for six long years. Fertility problems have led them to the miracle that is modern medicine and now, six years of hoping and wishing have finally come to a happy end - she is pregnant!

Ana, I know I've said it before but you are such an inspiration to me. And not just to me, you're also an inspiration to women, to femininity and to nurturing, to hope ... and to life.

I've watched you write about wanting to become a mother and your struggle to become pregnant from my computer screen, in my home. Many times I cried with you and laughed with you and often, I couldn't help but identify with what you were going through as I have gone through similar things, in a way, in the struggle to become pregnant and the dream of being a mother merging into a two--line, positive test result of tears of joy, long wished for, happiness induced reality.

Those who know me well know my son is my miracle and the fact he is here truly is a blessing and a gift for me. And now, those who know you will know what this means to you too. Others will see you in all your glory, beautiful and woman to the fullest, as you chose to be, as you carry the life within that you fought for. You really are an inspiration to me, and to women.

I know that you will be the best mother. I can't think of a more deserving woman than you. You have finally made it. Just think, in a few days a heart beat will form. Move time forward to a few months from now. Life resembling you and your husband will be snuggled in your body, safe and warm, waiting to be born - because you and your husband love each other and fought for this this dream to come true.

I have a poem for you.

Congratulations to Ana and her husband on their long awaited pregnancy and miracle.

 

Today I was feeling really shitty, to put it bluntly. I was pissed off, moody and annoyed. Why? Not sure. I think it's because I'm sick and hormonal but mostly, I just needed to get out of the house. So I did.

William and I went walking. Of course we mingled over to the shopping center and once again, I found myself in BigLots. Funny how that works.

I ended up buying some new sheets. I'm happy about that because I've been wanting new sheets for a long time. Then I came home and put on this song, by Wanda Jackson. William joined me as he and I danced the night away. I was whirling and twirling and stepping fancy around him.

I picked up William, whirled him through the air, dipped him and spun him around. His mouth was wide open in laughter and glee. I was laughing too, just because he was so happy.

After that, I felt much better. Now I've got a big goofy grin on my face and my legs are burning from dancing. William's laughter was the real music to my ears.

I've started a group for us mothers out there!

As creator of this group, let me be the first to introduce myself. I am Kristen, a stay-at-home mother from California. I am 25. My adorable son William is 15 months old and he gets into everything! My husband, Matthew and I run our own handyman business.

I can honestly say that becoming a mother was the best thing to ever happen to me. I have many stories to share and lots of advice to give. My son, William, is the joy of my life.

My son has changed my life in such an amazing, profound way, I can't imagine life without him and I look back on my life before him, wondering how I got by.

Some days between the phone ringing off the hook, the cat or dog throwing up, bad hair days, and bills that don't get paid, my son always reminds me that "the sun shines bright." He keeps me focused and gives me purpose. He reminds me that life isn't so bad on the days that just plain stink. Whatever goes wrong, I know he's going to light up my darkest days with his sweet, innocent smile and laugh.

My fellow mother friends, join Super-Woman Moms with me and share all your joy (and sometimes the annoyance) that comes with being a mom.

My baby is in love.

He's brought his first flame "home to mom" and well, I'm not sure how I feel about it! Or her, I should say. William is 15 months old and he's in love with Marilyn Monroe.

It doesn't matter where I stash one of my favorite movies of all-time, The Seven Year Itch. He'll find it. He will rummage through all of the dvds, cds and Vhs tapes until he finds it. He takes the tape out, discards it on the floor and carries just the box-sleeve around the house as if it's his only prized possession. He'll sit down with it and just stare at the blond beauty on the cover.

He's got it bad.

Now, my son William is strange. He probably got it from his father because he's quite the weird one. But really, it's apparent he's a total eccentric. He has an obsession with spatulas of all things! So, for him to carry around the cover to The Seven Year Itch doesn't come as much of a surprise. It's actually pretty cute. Especially when he stares at Marilyn in her classic white dress pose.

I have a few coffee table books on Marilyn Monroe. He discovered those today and started pointing, going "Oh! Oh!" at each picture. I had to take them away and put them in a safe place because eventually he thought it would be interesting to pull the pages out and carry those around too. To add to his collection, no doubt.

It's just weird and kinda funny, how kids are.
Especially little boys. They are just too damn cute.

My one year old baby William, came out of his room tonight with his "cooking pot." It came with the kitchen center he got for Christmas. In it, he had some bibs from the laundry bin in his room. My husband said "look at that." And I said "Oh, how cute. He's totally got a plan. In his mind, he knows what he's doing."

"He's cooking bibs!"

William smiled at me as I said these words. His eyes were full of sparkles and his little hands were lifted to his chin in satisfaction of the praise he was receiving.

Then I told my husband, "earlier today, he was teasing the kitten with a toy. He would run it back and forth across the couch and laugh each time the kitten tried to paw at the toy." My husband laughed and smiled, shaking his head. It's funny how children amaze you sometimes in the smallest ways.

As I was telling my husband about our son's cute moments he missed while he was out working, I looked over at my baby again and he was still looking at me, with those sparkles in his eyes shining brighter than before...

William was beaming.

He knew I was talking about him. He was so proud. He was so happy. His pride and happiness of hearing me talk about him, filling his little "self-esteem tank," melted my heart and I just couldn't help but sweep him up and hug him.

I am proud of him, he amazes me. William is my little miracle and he always will be, no matter what he does.

Christmas was wonderful!
I hope everyone on Vox had a wonderful holiday too.

Santa was so good to my son, William, this year! Not only was he immensely spoiled and showered with gifts from family and friends... but apparently Santa didn't forget to check his list (several times at least) regarding William.

He made out this year...
BIG TIME! Let's just say...
Matthew and I had to rearrange his room to fit it all!

On Christmas Eve, Matthew, William and I spent our day at Matthew's mother's home for the afternoon. All of Matthew's siblings came and we ate, laughed, talked about the outrageous costs of health insurance, computers and trucks. Then we all opened many wonderful presents.

Matthew's mom gave us these heat wraps that she made herself out of flax seed and really, really soft towels. She also gave me an awesome cookbook. Sh also gave William a wooden rocking chair. I gave everyone my cookies, which they loved!

Later that evening we went over to Matthew's dad's and we had a White Elephant gift exchange there, which was so fun. Matthew and I came out with a Cars DVD.  Matthew's family showed William in toys of course.

Then, we ate an amazing dinner of home-made prime rib, Ham, mashed potatoes, and all kinds of Christmas goodies. It was delicious!

Later on, we played a game called Loaded Questions, divulging our inner-selves to each other in a totally hilarious guessing game. That was a blast! Then we loaded up the car with William's presents and finally drove home around midnight, exhausted from having fun.

And of course, it being Christmas Eve, we had to get William in bed as quickly as possible because Santa was coming!! Matthew and I watched A Christmas Story ("you'll shoot your eye out kid!") then we set out cookies and milk for Santa and before we went to bed, we had one last look at the tree, glowing beautifully, in our dim-lit living room.

...And then sometime during the night Santa came!

We were so tired from all our festivities on Christmas Eve, we all slept in until 10am on Christmas morning. We woke William up and walked him out to the living room to see the surprise waiting for him.

"Santa came, William!"
we told him, pointing at the presents under our tree to show him. William put his hands on his face, looked at all the presents and said "woowwwww!!"

We laughed and of course, I went scrambling for the camera as William dove into the pretty wrapped packages from Santa, friends, family and Matthew and I.

An hour passed and hundreds of digital pictures later, we all had our presents opened and William was playing happily in a sea of toys and crumpled up wrapping paper.

William opened all kinds of presents from Santa, family and friends. Somehow Santa JUST KNEW William has an obsession with spatulas, dish washers and kitchen ware, so... he gave William his own kitchen center! Now he can cook his own play food, in his own pots and pans, with his own forks and spatulas!

Matthew gave me the new Swiffer Vacuum cleaner, some recipe books, trinkets and candy. I was able to order a few things with a gift certificate I received on Amazon.com! I gave Matthew some flannel pajamas, socks, boxers, the Roto-Zip saw, and a Lego Train set that he's been wanting since he was a kid.

It was all great.

So after we cleaned the mess of paper up and all the boxes from the toys, we watched our Cars Dvd and ate dinner. I  made a ham dinner, with mashed potatoes, gravey and stuffing. I got one of those famous Honey Baked Hams from the online store. It was so good!

Then we took naps. All three of us and slept like babies. I was honestly exhausted from having too much fun and playing with William and his toys! Not to mention all the family gatherings wiping me out.

I'm kind of glad Christmas is over now because life can go back to normal but at the same time, I'm also kind of sad it's over because it was such a wonderful year for us and a truly amazing Christmas. It's an exciting few days, leading up to Christmas, with all the build up of it. Then suddenly it's over and life resumes. It's good normality go forward again but it's sad the magic of Christmas is over so suddenly.

Time flies by so quickly. There's the New Year to look forward to. I've already made my plans and resolutions. That blog is yet to come, but come it will... and soon.