The first year was a...well, a piece of cake. haha...Happy Anniversary Cake. Mm'mm Carrot!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Happy Anniversary!
The first year was a...well, a piece of cake. haha...Happy Anniversary Cake. Mm'mm Carrot!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Me
Bobby spent part of the day today helping my former babysitter to buy a car. Tina, took care of me in her home daycare from the time I was two weeks old until I started school. Even now, I see Tina once a week to clean her apartment. I think some of who I am has always puzzled him, he knows both of my parents and I have strong, often dominating characteristics that don't relate to either of them.
Thus, three hours with Tina today and my husband of a year understands me better!
Happy Anniversary Bobby! Sorry I'm so complicated.
Thus, three hours with Tina today and my husband of a year understands me better!
Happy Anniversary Bobby! Sorry I'm so complicated.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Elmo + stuffed animal + jammies = 30 minutes of "get ready" time for Mom!
Guilty, as personally charged!
My six-month old will happily watch television. He stares gape-mouthed at the television at just about anything on screen. Whether it's a cooking show, the news, or my personal favorite Harry Potter (he loves Hagrid) he becomes mesmerized by the picture coming through. Because of this ready love of the T.V., I feel like I need to be even more conscious of not letting him develop a dependence of the boob tube. On the other hand I marvel at my little ones ability to focus so intently, watching in wonder as his mind expands right before my eyes. Yet with caution I try to keep him entertained with other tools, including myself.
There is one exception. In the morning when I wake up! My eyes pop open and there are two cats, Julian and Hopper sitting on either side of me willing me to wake up and feed them. Sasha--our dog--has her nose resting on the side of the bed ready to go outside and be fed herself, and Elvis--my parrot--toots excitedly when she sees me emerge from the bedroom; fresh water and more food means a bath and an adventure for her. Beyond that, there is brushing my teeth, starting the coffee, and putting my contacts in, and after nursing for the last hour as I usually do in the early morning, I'm starving! Thus on comes Sesame Street. Oliver is plunked in his walker with whatever stuffed animal is grabbed while getting his diaper changed (sometimes he has two) and he's scooted near the T.V. For the next half hour while I rush about getting the day going and windows open--my son stands, leaning way over the tray of his walker smashed against his stuffed animals watching Sesame Street. The littlest glimpse of Elmo and he drops his stuffed animals, flaps his arms and giggles.
I mentioned to his doctor, Dr. Vangarsee this little incite. She laughed and said "Elmo is crack for babies, don't worry--we all do it!"
To Sesame Streets credit, he is getting a little education watching and who knows, maybe he'll start talking and immediately announce the letter of the day! :)
My six-month old will happily watch television. He stares gape-mouthed at the television at just about anything on screen. Whether it's a cooking show, the news, or my personal favorite Harry Potter (he loves Hagrid) he becomes mesmerized by the picture coming through. Because of this ready love of the T.V., I feel like I need to be even more conscious of not letting him develop a dependence of the boob tube. On the other hand I marvel at my little ones ability to focus so intently, watching in wonder as his mind expands right before my eyes. Yet with caution I try to keep him entertained with other tools, including myself.
There is one exception. In the morning when I wake up! My eyes pop open and there are two cats, Julian and Hopper sitting on either side of me willing me to wake up and feed them. Sasha--our dog--has her nose resting on the side of the bed ready to go outside and be fed herself, and Elvis--my parrot--toots excitedly when she sees me emerge from the bedroom; fresh water and more food means a bath and an adventure for her. Beyond that, there is brushing my teeth, starting the coffee, and putting my contacts in, and after nursing for the last hour as I usually do in the early morning, I'm starving! Thus on comes Sesame Street. Oliver is plunked in his walker with whatever stuffed animal is grabbed while getting his diaper changed (sometimes he has two) and he's scooted near the T.V. For the next half hour while I rush about getting the day going and windows open--my son stands, leaning way over the tray of his walker smashed against his stuffed animals watching Sesame Street. The littlest glimpse of Elmo and he drops his stuffed animals, flaps his arms and giggles.
I mentioned to his doctor, Dr. Vangarsee this little incite. She laughed and said "Elmo is crack for babies, don't worry--we all do it!"
To Sesame Streets credit, he is getting a little education watching and who knows, maybe he'll start talking and immediately announce the letter of the day! :)
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Bitter Sweet
Tomorrow my vacation comes to an end.
I miss my husband. My pets. My home.
But...I will miss my Grandfather and Sandy, the Northwest,--the mountains and water, and the peace. Back to life, back to busy, back to survival.
Alas, I've come to the conclusion that I must find a job and this makes me sad. There is just no way around it. I could wait tables but it's too physically demanding and unreliable. A real job would be good and I am sad to admit it but I just have to.
Coming home with a clear mind and strong intentions.
Ready to see Bobby, ready for Bobby to see Oliver, sad to leave Washington.
I miss my husband. My pets. My home.
But...I will miss my Grandfather and Sandy, the Northwest,--the mountains and water, and the peace. Back to life, back to busy, back to survival.
Alas, I've come to the conclusion that I must find a job and this makes me sad. There is just no way around it. I could wait tables but it's too physically demanding and unreliable. A real job would be good and I am sad to admit it but I just have to.
Coming home with a clear mind and strong intentions.
Ready to see Bobby, ready for Bobby to see Oliver, sad to leave Washington.
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