Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Smiling and cooing with eyes shining wild
They can learn so much in one simple day
Finding things out in their own special way
The mothers, they cry and they squeal and they cheer
For no one's as smart as their sweet, little dear
Toys are selected and books are read
All to make sure that their child is well-bred
Tummy time, batting time, bathing time, sleep
This schedule is one thing the mommy must keep
Her world revolves around each little cry
This bundle of joy, this star in her sky
But then to the point of this poem I must get
Before this poor mommy's brain does forget!
The daddies come home from a long day at work
Their brains need to rest or they will go berserk
But too bad! As soon as they walk through the door
"The baby did this! He did that! Wait, there's more!"
After a whole day with baby, she forgets to say
"I'm so glad you're home" and "How was your day?"
Blubbering on till at last there's no more
She remembers "It's dinnertime!" and moves on with her chore
Daddies are left standing there all confused
I'm sure even some of them feel quite abused
But the thing about daddies that makes them so neat
Is they let all that go and claim their defeat
They pick up their baby, their gift from above
And the household is filled with the sweet sounds of love.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Remember how I tried in vain to get Henry to take a pacifier? Well, he had other plans. Oh yes, my friends. Whenever I hear a suspicious silence, I look over to find this...
AHOY, matey! Henry loves batting at things now. He has even grabbed on and HELD on to toys on his own several times this past week. He's a good little boxer. Jim thinks he is going to be left-handed because he goes crazy-boxing style with his left hand. Boom, boom, boom, bam! Then he looks at me as if to say, "Did you see that mama?" Here is Henry playing with his play gym that MY mama got him. Seriously, it's his favorite past time. I have heard it said so many times - no one can make baby laugh like daddy. Well, now I know it's true. They don't even have to work that hard! Maybe it's because they aren't shoving their faces within inches of baby's all day begging for attention. Who knows.
Oh daddy...you're so funny. I am so richly blessed with the things that matter most in this world. Family. Friends. Love.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Henry thinks he is funny. Ha ha mom. You can't swaddle me! The best part is when you can hear them on the monitor as they work with all their might to realease themselves once you've left the room. "Ungh, uh, gnnph." It always makes me laugh.These next two pictures are so sweet to me. I love to watch babies sleep. So sweet and pure. And what a cute outfit! Thanks, Ben (Jeanelle)!!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Just some pictures for your viewing pleasure...
Henry is now sleeping through the night. He's done it 3 nights in a row, so I'm assuming it is the new pattern (don't worry, I've just knocked on wood). He's down from 10 to about 5 and then if he starts crying, I go in and re-swaddle him and after 5 or 10 minutes he is back in night-night land. YES. His naps during the day are now getting a little shorter, but it's a fair tradeoff, I think.
So I've started to notice something when I go out in public, and I'm wondering if I did this to people. Almost every woman (and some men) I see looks at my stroller (which is totally covered up - I could have a bomb in there - you'd never know) then looks at me and smiles at me like I am so cute. Of course, I smile back, but it's very weird. They can't see Henry so it's not a "your baby is adorable" smile (though he is, thank you). The smile is totally for me, even though I'm just a grown up (good grief) woman in sweats and a ponytail, buying milk. I suppose I must look like such a good, loving mommy that everyone wants to award me with smiles! =) Hmm. It'd be cool if they just gave me five bucks instead. Kidding!
Friday, October 06, 2006
Tummy time is much improved with the help of Mr. Boppy.
I have to say that life changes when your baby starts to smile. You turn in to a constant entertainer with a reward that warms your heart. It's like he stores up each perfect smile just for me (or whomever he is smiling at) and it never gets old. Yesterday, Henry woke up from a nap and started crying, but when he saw me come in he flashed the biggest smile. Then I was crying! Sweet boy!
On another note, the following are the limits of my vocabulary these days:
"Hi, sweet boy!"
"What are you doing?"
"What do you see?"
"Is that fun?"
"Are you my happy boy?"
Mommyhood is great.