Jun. 18, 2009 at 1:21 PM
I realize that at 41 weeks+ pregnant, I am quite a sight to behold. I'm quite possibly the most pregnant woman you've ever seen. I've gotten used to the stares, but it's the comments I can't quite swallow. It's amazing to me what people think is ok to say. I literally can not go outside without at least one person stopping me to comment.
Here's a selection from just the past week...
"Woah. Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?" -- Security guard upon entering Ikea
"Wow. You like you're about to drop a load!" -- A different security guard upon exiting Ikea
"Are you going...
Mar. 18, 2009 at 4:06 PM
* He told me this weekend that he "doesn't want to take no more baths EVER!"* He loves my pregnancy pillow. We call it the "snake" and he cuddles up inside it.* His favorite toys right now are his stuffed polar bear, the Mr. Potato Head construction hat, and his train Sir Handel.* He calls my Kindle my "pocketbook". So clever.* He has an uncanny ability to wake up every morning at exactly 7am. * We had pipe leak last week and now he likes to show everyone who comes over where the water fell down from the ceiling.*
He wants things done in the proper way. This morning he scolded me for
not...
Jul. 29, 2008 at 9:42 AM
The "faux-hawk"
was no longer cute. It had become a tangled mess and the time had come:
the first haircut. It hurt me way more than it hurt him. As if he
weren't growing up too fast already, this cut adds at least two months
to his appearance. But, isn't he handsome?Before:
After
Mar. 31, 2008 at 12:27 PM
Saturday was a blissful day with Spence. He was fun, happy, well-rested and a ton of fun to be around. It was a day packed with lots of fun, hugs, and happiness. I wish they could all be like that. Yesterday was beyond difficult. I thought it would never end. From wake-up to bedtime (an hour early because we couldn't take another hour), he was on the verge of throwing a back bending, head pounding tantrum. We tried to make the best of it, but we ended up leaving the playground and then the frozen yogurt shop with a ear-splitting, screaming boy. By dinner, I couldn't take much...
Dec. 10, 2007 at 10:58 AM
This is our tiny, elevated Christmas tree, or Christmas bush as we've taken to calling it. We saw no way to get a proper tree this year because of you-know-who. You-know-who is actually terrified of our Christmas bush - he touches it then starts screeching and trying frantically to escape from its holiday wrath. (Hmmm.. Maybe we could have gotten that big tree after all...) He did enjoy the first snow of the season though... And taking photos with his mama and her brand spankin' new haircut... And lounging in his robe...
Nov. 24, 2007 at 2:43 PM
Wow. Where to begin. Let's start with a photo. My mom got me all dressed up to go to Thanksgiving dinner. Didn't I look sharp? It's good she took some photos because my car sickness struck again on our way to Long Island. One block from the house.... well, you can guess what happened. Luckily my mom had a change of clothes for me. Phew! There were 25 kids at Thanksgiving (literally - no exaggeration!) so I had a lot to look at. I was the youngest by about 2 years, but that didn't stop me from joining in. They all started calling me "apartment boy"...
Oct. 29, 2007 at 11:19 AM
I should be sleeping. If my first year of motherhood taught me anything, it's to sleep when you can. But, I can't. My head is flooded with thoughts as my baby is on the brink of turning 1. One year ago tonight I went to bed for the last time with Spencer in my belly. I am thinking of my labor and how primitive and animalistic it was. How the physical pain tears down the curtains we surround ourselves with to shroud our true emotions. At a certain point you just let go. You don't care who's looking or what you look like or what you sound like - you're never more centered...
Oct. 25, 2007 at 4:20 PM
A few weeks ago, much of my emotional energy centered around the sadness of seeing my baby grow up as I get ready for his 1 year birthday. I hadn't really taken the time to think about what life would be like with a a 1 year old. It's this in between age - not a baby, but not yet a toddler. I'd heard of the terrible 2's and tantrums, but I still had a year until I had to deal with that business. Or so I thought. I've been living in denial these past few weeks. I thought there simply must be something physically wrong with my sweet-tempered boy to cause him to...
Sep. 12, 2007 at 11:10 AM
The upcoming big 1 year birthday has been on my mind a lot lately. The 10th month has come and gone. (Oh gosh - remember not long ago when we were counting weeks not months? Waaah!) As much as I really want to focus on the here and now, I find myself skipping ahead and getting all squishy emotional when I think that I will soon be the mother of a one-year-old. In a lot of ways, the one-year birthday is just going to be officially marking what's become abundantly obvious lately: My baby is no longer a baby. I mean, he did the little spider climbing hand motions to itsy bitsy...
Aug. 29, 2007 at 10:38 AM
10 months ago I had no idea what today would be like. What do 10-month olds eat? Do they talk? Do they walk? I had a lot to learn. 9 months ago I was wondering what Spencer's personality was going to be like? Would this colicky, squawking baby ever be happy? Could I make him happy? I had my doubts. When I watch him now, I can't help but think we must have done something right during those first difficult months. Or maybe we just got lucky. But, my non-stop crier has grown into the happiest little boy. He's got a big smile for everyone he meets. He's full of spunk...