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{January 12, 2013}   This Moment

A new Friday ritual.  No words, just pictures to remember sweet moments in precious short days.

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{February 16, 2011}   Blessed Morning

I made a pot of coffee this morning after Tony left for work at 630.  He’s amazing.  Most hard working man I know.  Normally, Max has already been up for an hour, but he was still sleeping at this time.  So, in hopes that I might get some early time with the Lord in peace, I made a pot.

Just as I shut the lid I heard the sweet morning babbles of my baby son.  I’ll have to wait for his morning nap.

I was blessed in several ways this morning as I went upstairs and snuggled back in bed with Max.  The soft blue light of the early morning was only just beginning to spread across the room and I could just make out the sweet blink of Max’s big eyes and the movement of his mouth as he babbled on and on in his cute little voice.  He’s crawling now and exploring the bed, especially the headboard, is a new adventure.  Pantless and diaper clad, my boy wriggled his way to the head board, pushed himself back on his bum to sit, then flopped himself across me, talking all the while all about “da da” and making a myriad of other sounds he knows.  My two favorites are “goggle goggle goggle” and “Phss! Phss!”.

As if this wasn’t already a memorable moment in the making, the aroma of fresh coffee crept into our bedroom.  I NEVER make coffee in the morning.  I much prefer it in the evening, so I haven’t smelled coffee in the morning since I lived at home.  A rush of happy memories flooded back to me, all with the same beginning.  Nothing was more exciting to me as a kid than to wake up smelling coffee and hearing adult conversation in the dining room, especially if the voices included that of my grandparents.  I love the sound of a full and happy home, lively with pleasant conversation of people I love and it was always so exciting when my grandparents were there by surprise.

The playfulness of my son in our cozy bed and these memories filled me with joyful peace that I truly want to create in my own home.  Great memories are so simple to create.  They don’t take much.  I hope to create good ones in my home my son and husband will remember and cherish.

I am so very blessed.

{November 11, 2010}   A Much Needed Update

Ok, let me start by making two things clear:

1. I am NOT a blogger, although I love to write my heart when the mood hits me.

2. Even if I were I have little free time these days to do so

With that said, I am allowing myself permission to NOT feel crappy for not posting more about our precious little Max and I’m smart enough to convince even myself that being a good mom in real life is more valuable and meaningful than taking time to write about mommy-hood.  However, I still desire to do so.

So, without further ado, I would like to present all of you with some wonderful feats our little one has passed.  Our first mentioned milestone surfaced at 4 months.  Enjoy!

Many moms, including my own, told me their kids did not get their first tooth until nearly 8 months of age.  Max got two baby teeth at 4 months old!  He did so well with it!  I heard other moms talking about fevers, and days of uncharacteristic fussiness, and then hours or all-nighters of painful crying.  Max did none of those things.  He drooled and chewed a lot days or longer before hand, but the day his tooth visibly came in he cried quite intensely for about 90 minutes.  Chewing dad’s thumb seemed to be the most soothing for him and then nursing comforted him and he fell asleep for the night.  The next day he was his normal self with a brand new chopper!  I’m daring to hope his next teething experiences go this well.

This is the only good pic I could get so far!


If you look closely at this one, you can see his tiny toothmarks in the carrot.  It makes my heart gush at the cuteness of it  ^_^

Max is also getting VERY good at sitting up on his own, as you can see.

He still can’t be trusted alone, however, as he does have a tendency to either reach too far for something or get overexcited and plop himself sideways or backwards.

Max also has a best friend.  Elijah and Max have been best friends since conception, they just don’t know it yet!  Elijah’s mommy and I have little warm fuzzies about them growing up together unless, of course, God has other plans.

I love these next pics of Max and him’s daddy.  Max is EXTREMELY ticklish these days, particularly when dad comes after him.

He’s also rather interested in faces, especially the nose.  He’s given Tony and I both bloody scratches on our noses!  I swear I’m clipping his tiny nails every few days!

And now, just at 6 months old, Max has been exploring new foods and just had his first real meal!  He LOVES it.  He’s been tasting many foods for about the last month or so but yesterday he’s actually been eating food, specifically sweet potatoes.  He took to it immediately.  He eats from a spoon as if he already knew, and while much of it ends up on his face…and hands…his clothes….the floor….the carpet….us…(I’ll just stop now), he’s eating quite a bit and liking it.

And, we are very much into Baby Einstein DVD’s…

Ah, so there we are, all caught up.  Hehe, and I still have his baby book to put together and I feel just as guilty for not keeping that up!  Oh, well.  I’ll have more time after the holidays I suppose.  He’ll know he was loved even if his mommy doesn’t do well at these things, right?

{August 2, 2010}   Freetime: A precious commodity

It’s 10:30.  I have about an hour before I will probably zonk out.  Sometimes my free time feels more stressful than no free time at all.  Most of that time I’m thinking to myself, “Hurry!  Enjoy it fast, because baby Max might wake up any minute!  He may or may not have a full nap, so hurry quick and do something you want (assuming other duties are taken care of)”.

It feels like a race sometimes.  Well, most of the time actually.  How much of my ToDo list can I get done before he wakes up?  And there’s always that hope that I can finish it all somehow so that I can work on my latest project, or have a leisurely phone conversation with someone, read, or nap myself.

This is certainly a change of pace.  “Me Time” is now very small.  “Me and Honey” time is also small, although we often spend our time together with Max anyway, awake or asleep.

There have been times where not being able to do what I want to do frustrates me.  All work and no play make Kelly … something something.  I’m not jealous for my freetime when he’s awake.  I am jealous for it when he’s asleep.  It’s rushing to get my other duties done before he wakes that is the challenge. But I learned very quickly to not expect my “Me Time” and to consider it a treat when I do get it because my time now belongs to Max.  It simply must.  He needs me.  I see that as a great honor and I am happy to give it to him.  When he’s awake and desiring my attention, it’s “Our Time” and I love “Our Time”.  He will always get that from me.

I know he’s growing fast.  This baby time is precious to me and I am loving all his smiles, how cute he is when he stretches after a nap, his “talking”, and so many sweet little things.  I experience them all because of “OurTime”. And there is more to look forward to!  “OurTime” now is baby time, but soon it will be learning to walk time, learning to talk time, school time, sports time.  Every time has it’s awesomeness to enjoy as he grows.  And so, I want to be his mom for that.  An active, loving, present-in-all-ways kind of mom.

In all of this, I am also trying to be a good wife.  Tony is very busy and works very hard.  He works full time, goes to school full time, and is a good attentive daddy to Max.  He gets about as much free time as I do.  He’s the only reason I am able to be a stay-at-home mom.  Therefore, much of what I do I do with him in mind.  I want him to come home to a clean house, to a healthy dinner, and a happy mom and baby.  I wish it always happened that way, but I try.

Parenthood is a whole new world.  Oh, how it challenges selfishness!  Personal sacrifices of time and wants, the frusterations that boil over and the growing closer together because of them, the joy of watching our baby growing and learning….

It’s a wonderful thing, a cleansing thing.  I am learning much about myself…and most of it causes me to cry out to God to continue changing my heart because I realize I’m not done yet!  How I need Him, how precious His grace is because I feel I keep screwing up in my attitude…I have a ‘tude way too easily these days.  /sigh…

I love this chapter of life, the chapter of new parenthood with baby.  I love a good challenge.

My free time is now almost up.  I’m about to zonk out.  There were other things I also wanted to do, namely finish a knitting project I’ve been working on.  But, I’m tired, Max will wake me twice more to eat, and we’ve all got an early day ahead of us tomorrow.  This is a blast, free time or no.

et cetera