I love you the mostest

I don't know if it is the pregnancy hormones, the fact that I will be going from a mom of 1 to 2, or just being a mom in general, but lately I have had this crazy fear of something happening to me at a young age and leaving my babies without me.  Now granted they have an amazing dad so I know they would be in good hands, but it just tugs on my heart.

It normally comes right after my son gives me the biggest neck hug ever and says "wuv you mommy", or when his dad gives him a bath and he insists I take over and get his jammies on him.  There are just some things that kids need their mommy for, right?

It got me thinking about ways to leave a remembrance for them no matter if i live to 40, 60, or 90.  I want them to always know how much I love them and to help remember the kisses, cuddles, and giggles.

My struggle is what are some creative ways to do so? I have a million photos and videos.  Do you put them on a CD, flash drive, save them to a cloud.  Hope that in 20+  years you are able to retrieve them off said device with the rate technology changes?  Just good old fashioned penmanship?  What if there is a fire?  AHHHHHH  these are my questions.  Share with me your ideas!!!!!

Our First Mother's Day

Oh baby Wyatt, where do I begin.  It's almost surreal to think that you are almost one year old, let alone we are celebrating mothers day.  Mother, a term that I was not real keen on for a majority of my life.  I had travels to do, concerts to attend, and just living my life to the fullest really.  Or so I thought that was living life to the fullest.  Life pretty much revolved around me.

That soon changed.  The moment you popped out, my life had new meaning and it quickly revolved around you.  I cannot explain how you have changed my life in the most amazing ways.  I have found a new sense of pride in watching you grow and learn all the things you do, from crawling, to pattycake, and feeding yourself to babbling at the top of your lungs.  I have also found a new sense of worry. A worry of if you are coming down with a sickness, if I am doing a good enough job at raising you, if you are safe when I'm not around.  Prior to you I had little to no worries.  Fearless you might say.  I will take these worries over fearless any day.

I am quickly learning how independent you can become.  In the begining you needed me, all of me.  You needed my skin on your skin to know this outside world was an ok place to live.  You needed my milk to grow and become strong.  You needed my arms to hold you tight to make you feel safe and calm.   Now you drink a bottle on your own.  You feed yourself food, on your own.  You no longer cuddle at bedtime, but prefer to just be put to bed.

I cherish the moments when you come crawling to me with your hands extended "wanting me".  I know that those moments of 'needing me" will soon change as you grown into a young gentlman.  You will need me in other ways.  Instead of needing me to hold you tight when those mean teeth are pushing through, you will need my support and advice, Instead of needing me to save you when you roll on your back and can't get back over, you will need me for a ride to an event, or encouragement to ask that special girl to the school dance.

One of the best things that you have going for you is that I was blessed with the greatest role model of a mom.  If I am at least half the mom to you, that your grandma was to me, you will have a bright future little man.  I can't wait to see where this road takes us, you and me.

Love,

Your Mama

Botox and a Blog

Happy Friday friends!!  Did you notice anything different with your current visit?  We got a facelift!! This has a touch more of a grownup feel, yeah?  That is where the botox part comes in. Get it?  Botox.....facelift....  I did not get botox.  I have no desire to get something injected into my face to make me have a perma grin or surprised look on my face.  No offense to those that do though. However for those that have that resting bitch face, botox might come in handy for ya.  Just a thought.  

Recently I was hard at work sitting down with a customer and i receive this adorable little video from my husband.  Of course he is sending it to me because he is assuming that our child is saying dada as his first words.  I'm in denial and i hear none of the sort.  I suppose you can just add it to one of the firsts of many disappointments to come.  All babies should say mama first.  We carry them and then excrete them.  All the work and no glory.  

How does that saying go?..... When they're little they step on your toes and when they grow up they step on your heart.  Mine of course won't break my heart though, right?

Amber teething, real or woo?

My lil peanut is starting to chew on everything.......I mean everything. Most of his time is spent shoving a burp rag in his mouth to chew on.  I'm no rocket scientist but I assume this is the beginning of teething no?  Lots of drool and chewing.  Sure fire signs right?

I see a TON of moms out there putting these necklaces on their kids and claiming that it is the miracle cure for the teething woes.  I am a fan of anything that relieves my kid of pain and takes him from angry panda to happy baby.  I decided to look into this miracle cure. 

(from google, of course)

I am a fan of science.  I feel that science proves many things in life.  Naturally I went to the science of these teething necklaces.   I had a hard time finding anything that shows evidence of these working.  Before you chew my head off, I'm not saying they don't work, I'm just saying there isn't much science to support them.  DO NOT start sending me links to mother jones or natural news with articles of how they work.   We won't be friends.  They are not an unbiased source of info.  Just saying

So here are a few questions to all the amber wearing teething moms out there.  I would love your thoughts and insight to help me make a decision as to if I use these.

1.)  Here is where I have a hard time.  Apparently it lets off this natural analgesic substance called succinic acid which is to be what relieves gum pain.  Wouldn't the concentration need to be pretty strong to be able to absorb through the skin, into the blood stream, and make it to the point of pain?  There is only around 1.4mg of said succinic acid in these necklaces.  To put that in perspective, in a regular dose of children s tylenol there is 160mg of acetaminophen which is your pain killer.  This is why I just find this hard to believe.  Not saying it isn't, I'm just saying the science isn't there to make me a believer.

2.) How in God's name do you put something around your babies neck and not fear of choking?  Didn't they remove the strings in sweatshirts and coats because of fear of choking?  Now we voluntarily will put something around their neck?  Gives me anxiety.  What if it breaks and they swallow the beads?  what if they get their hand tangled up in it?  These are questions I have?

So for all you amber wearing moms out there, share with me your success stories, becuase as of now, I have serious doubts.  Make me a believer.  Plus I just don't see my husband allowing me to put a necklace on his baby boy.  Ha!! 

Happy Day!

Mommy guilt and other nonsense

So we got new family pics done...... awe....

Becoming a mom has shown me a whole new group of crazy.  Prior to popping out my lil nugget, most of the crazy I encountered were all the anti's that were on facebook.  Anti anything really and you could find a group of people so passionate about their beliefs that they were on the verge of needing white coats.......

So now that I am a mom, I find that my newsfeed on social media, and the fact that my computer knows my every move and suggests creepy things I may just be thinking about, suggests and shares all things mommy.  Recently the ol' interwebs are being bombarded with the "DO NOT PUT YOUR COAT ON YOUR CHILD IN ITS CARSEAT".  Holy hell.  Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine an image such as this could wreak such havoc among mothers of today

Naturally I am a sucker for the comments......it's like a bad train wreck, I can't look away.  This is where the crazy happens.  A mom from Minnesota comments that she will not be taking the coat off of her baby in -20 degree temps.  Her child is well secured and will be just fine.  Well that didn't sit well with another mother as she replies to Minnesota's comment with "I hope that you and your children die from your stupidity"..........Um.......Wha..........I just.........   Where did that even seem like a good idea?  Who are you to wish death upon another family because they don't seem to see your view as the same?  Just.  Wow..

Since curiosity kills me, I had to test this theory. I put a coat on my lil nugget.  Strap him in the car seat.  Pull the straps tight.  Take him out, take off coat, put him back in and strap up.   Unless the 1/8 of an inch difference could be the cause of my child flying out of that strapped in harness (highly doubtful) I will also be keeping the coat on him.  There literally was hardly any difference from taking the coat off.  So to the crazy death wishing mom......cool your jets.  Do you.

I just don't understand this mommy shaming/guilting that is happening in today's society.  Who are we to tell everyone how to raise their children?  Maybe you are in fact doing it wrong?  hmmmmmm?  It is never ending. How about we start lifting each other up instead of dragging each other down.  Lets be real, it's difficult enough to get ourselves and the kid around in the mornings and out the door with child in hand let alone remembering to strap him in the carseat.  (did that happen?  maybe so, maybe no......).
Happy Day!

I see those Judgy Eyes

Happy October friends!!  It has been a solid month since I have posted......as you can see that real life Wednesday idea was great in theory.......good effort.  If you haven't picked up by now, clearly the Gerber soothe formula was a life savor.  Life. Savor.  After about week 8 we have had nothing but a happy, smiling, laughing, lil bambino.  With that, life has pretty much flown by at an incredible pace and my peanut is now 4 months old and we are 10 Fridays away from Christmas!!  If that didn't give you anxiety I don't know what will.

Speaking of flying and time and babies...as if all of those things are in common, we come to the issue at hand.  Last week a group of my closest girl friends and myself, whom are all turning the dirty 30 soon, hopped on a plane and took a nice relaxing poolside vacation to Las Vegas for the weekend.  I know what you're thinking.  Yes you there judgy eyes.  You quickly glanced back up to the previous paragraph to see that I mentioned my child was 4 months old and you quickly made a comment in your head such as......she left her baby at 4 months old!?  I heard this numerous times.  I guess I am confused.

Many were quick to let me know that their child was 3 years old before they left them for the first time.  Another was sure to share that they couldn't imagine leaving their child that young!  How could I actually leave and have a good time?  Well here is how.  I suppose I am one of the lucky few (?) that married an incredibly responsible and nurturing father who is extremely capable of keeping our little one alive for the 3 days that I was away?

I mean I didn't really think anything of the trip until everyone started informing me of the timeline between the birth of their child and when they left them for the first time.  It usually ended with the same time frame of over a year old.  Don't get me wrong, I missed the lil peanut immensely and we face timed daily, but my question lies........why are we so quick to judge a mother for leaving the child in the hands of the father at a young age.  We don't bat an eye when the father leaves and the mother is home caring for the child do we?  Just a thought.......

If you were wondering, the weather was perfect and we had a wonderful time preparing for upcoming milestone of 30........but in the words of Carrie Bradshaw... "30 is the new 20 right?"

Happy Day!