Junior high Amy: How?
Girl in Amy's junior high class: When a boy farts and you think it's cute!
Junior high Amy: (aghast) That will NEVER happen!
But I was wrong...
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
*Sigh*
I don't even know where to begin.
I keep feeling (and receiving a certain amount of pressure from two certain Stearmans) to try to type out motherhood-ey stuff.
The fact is, at times I can't even believe that I had a kid. At most others, it feels so normal and natural that I can't even remember what life was like before Severin.
I've had lots of nice offers to babysit, or help out as needed, or even just to talk or answer questions. But isn't it funny how maternal (and paternal, cause Dallas is awesome at fatherhood) instincts kick in? We're just sort of figuring it out as we go and I hope I'm not cursing myself here... but it's been pretty easy-peasy. What can I say? We made the most awesome, chill baby ever. As I type, he's snoozing in his dad's arms after gobbling down a bottle and a half of "food".
My blogging has waned, and I know that's in part due to my aversion of setting my baby down - I like him! But also because I've been writing in a book for him, so the blog feels repetitive to me. A lot of it is just observations like how his eyes seem to turn a lighter shade of blue every day, and how his entire forefinger is as long as just the tip of mine. Stuff I won't want to forget. But lots of it is sappy stuff, and the pages have wrinkly spots from where my tears have landed.
Today I wrote about the prayers I murmur in a near constant stream for him. When I was pregnant, it was mostly for a healthy baby and that I would be a good mama. Dallas and I pray together every night, and he would ask for a safe delivery, and guidance as parents. Now that he's here... I pray for a happy life for him. That everyone around him thinks he's as special as I do. That he's cherished and protected and safe and loved wherever he goes. And I pray that some little baby girl out there has a mama praying these same prayers over her. Then I pray that she'll love my sweet baby boy the way I love his daddy.
I keep feeling (and receiving a certain amount of pressure from two certain Stearmans) to try to type out motherhood-ey stuff.
The fact is, at times I can't even believe that I had a kid. At most others, it feels so normal and natural that I can't even remember what life was like before Severin.
I've had lots of nice offers to babysit, or help out as needed, or even just to talk or answer questions. But isn't it funny how maternal (and paternal, cause Dallas is awesome at fatherhood) instincts kick in? We're just sort of figuring it out as we go and I hope I'm not cursing myself here... but it's been pretty easy-peasy. What can I say? We made the most awesome, chill baby ever. As I type, he's snoozing in his dad's arms after gobbling down a bottle and a half of "food".
My blogging has waned, and I know that's in part due to my aversion of setting my baby down - I like him! But also because I've been writing in a book for him, so the blog feels repetitive to me. A lot of it is just observations like how his eyes seem to turn a lighter shade of blue every day, and how his entire forefinger is as long as just the tip of mine. Stuff I won't want to forget. But lots of it is sappy stuff, and the pages have wrinkly spots from where my tears have landed.
Today I wrote about the prayers I murmur in a near constant stream for him. When I was pregnant, it was mostly for a healthy baby and that I would be a good mama. Dallas and I pray together every night, and he would ask for a safe delivery, and guidance as parents. Now that he's here... I pray for a happy life for him. That everyone around him thinks he's as special as I do. That he's cherished and protected and safe and loved wherever he goes. And I pray that some little baby girl out there has a mama praying these same prayers over her. Then I pray that she'll love my sweet baby boy the way I love his daddy.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
We think we have some jealousy issues going in in our house.
Exhibit A: Severin's car seat
Exhibit B: The rug in Severin's room
Exhibit C: My exercise rubber bandy thingies that were in Severin's room
The culprit?
But it's hard to be mad at that face! So instead of getting in trouble, we thought that maybe the problem was just that he didn't have enough things of his own to chew on, so we made a trip to Petsmart.
Rewarding bad behavior, you accuse?? Not in my mind.
This parenting thing should be interesting... ;)
Exhibit A: Severin's car seat
Exhibit B: The rug in Severin's room
Exhibit C: My exercise rubber bandy thingies that were in Severin's room
The culprit?
But it's hard to be mad at that face! So instead of getting in trouble, we thought that maybe the problem was just that he didn't have enough things of his own to chew on, so we made a trip to Petsmart.
Rewarding bad behavior, you accuse?? Not in my mind.
This parenting thing should be interesting... ;)
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