3/2016
okay, here we go...
you've been teething, my poor little sweet. and last night, for the first time, you wrapped your arms around my neck and i've never felt more love! i've been co-sleeping with you, since birth, and i never want you to leave. i find so much comfort in knowing, should you need anything in the night, i'm right there, curled around you. i sleep pretty light, so i never worry of "rolling" on you, like many people talk about. if your father drinks, i just put myself between you and him and hold on tight so you dont roll off the bed (or put a pillow). its not ideal, when that happens, but we do what we have to do. youve been a pretty young teether, so your molars are coming in strong and causing a few meltdowns. nothing to badly, but more than your other teeth. you have, honestly, been so good with them, overall, so i'm thrilled with the progress.
chalk up another easy transition for you.
Monday, December 12, 2016
Late Dec 2015, Early 2016
an extremely eccentric blanket made by a lady who used to bring morning burritos to my work office. she was so sweet. bronco colors, of course.
spending time with the late oakley. RIP as of 12/22/2015.
one of your first times "trying" to hold your bottle.
your precious hand
my preferred method of transportation, for you, around the house. a scarf!
hop til you drop!
playing with your blue monster, generously given by a family we adore in sd. i love them, and they and their children loved you. when flying out of san diego for christmas 2015, we swung by their house for a full seafood boil. it was not only kind, but it made me miss good friends. he looks like bob marleys cousin and she looks like an angel whom spent time in the peace corps. cheers to the good people of the world.
mama took you to the pet store to see some animals, for the first time.
your caregiver suddenly bailed on us and decided she couldnt handle a daycare, any longer, and i had to scramble to find someone else. my boss offered his wife to care for you for the day while i made over 150 telephone calls to find a new daycare for you. i was elated to have such a compassionate boss to help in such a pinch. you had fun and i found something new.
you love your feet!!! since birth. haha. =)
your cute little baby body. i tried out a disposable diaper once. organic and biodegradable, of course.
rockin' in february
spring stroll with the geese
trees
kisses in the park
we made valentines day "art" for our close family.
my love
it, almost, looks like he's flipping off the camera, but his finger is caught around my hair. ;)
you LOVE mirrors and kissing yourself. i dont blame you!
this is one of my absolute favorite pics. i cant say why, but i love your sweet face. you look fresh, kept, and innocent. this is your dads bear from when he was a boy. your face. i'm obsessed.
your old caretaker, debbie, had oxygen/lung issues and you used to "chew" her cannula. she loved you so much and didnt care. i adored her. i miss her. she taught you how to get off the couch safely.
i think you were a gerbil, in your past life. you eat ALL paper in sight! and i mean EAT. not nibble, INGEST.
more delicious feet!
my favorite diaper of yours. blue cashmere. and your Baltic amber teething necklace. you look like such a "dude," in this pic, but you're so not.
three, two thousand sixteen
some of your first times standing.
mom eats a lot of fresh tumeric and got some on her hands, which transferred to your cute panda outfit. whoops!
you LOVED grabbing your feet in your first year. i bought some himalayan salt lamps to quell allergies and clean the air.
an outfit i got to celebrate your 6months. all of those animals were gifts.
~ clockwise ~
mouse: grandma c,
windup lamb: grandma c,
hanging monkey: yo mama,
blue monster: the bains,
hanging lion: yo mama,
elephant: first small toy ever from yo mama, c
hameleon: grandma c.
off to the races
i should probably talk to you. there is SO much to say, that isnt the issue...
time, circumstance, feelings... as said before, i dont know if i'll ever allow you to see this... time will tell. what if blogger doesnt exist when you're an adult? no matter what, i'll always have my memories to share. i remember every single little thing you do.
i may go in and out of time-frames, with things, so i'll try to reference that.
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i love you so much... its outrageous. i guess, i'm made for this because i was fearful of having postpartum or having feelings of neglect or so many other awful things new mothers experience. i'm deeply, deeply in love with you. i think of you before i think of myself for EVERYTHING.
when i get up in the morning, its not to brush my hair or shower or pick out my clothes, but, rather, ensure you're still sleeping to maximize your healing-time, rest, and sufficient sleep for the day. to change you immediately, if needed. to pick-out your clothes to wear, your back-up outfits for the day, ensure you have 3-4 clean, cloth diapers, make fresh wipes for you (baby cloths with my homemade formula of 90% water, some natural witch hazel, 1TB of bronners baby hemp soap, and a few drops of lavender and tea tree essential oils). make your lunch, bottle, and snacks. today, you had antibiotic-free ham, green beans w/ olive oil, grass-fed whole milk, and your little greek yogurt yogi's. i was rushed so would have added some carrots or celery sticks. everyone wants me to give you carbs, but i'm so picky about them... i dont like whole wheat or white flour, so am using alternatives. i bought oat bread made of oat flour, tapioca flour, potato flour, etc., so may use that, here and there. and i got some ancient grains noodles to add some sauce and meatballs for you. you arent running marathons, so i dont worry about carbs, too much. mostly veggies and proteins and healthy fats.
then, i get myself together - usually, slathering coconut oil on my face, brushing my teeth with my homemade tooth powder (baking soda, clay, salt, ground egg shells, charcoal, and some eo's), throwing my mane into a bun (shocker!), dressing myself, grabbing a homemade morning bar or egg cup to eat at work, wiping my coconut oiled face with a hot wash cloth, and THEN waking you up with lots of kisses as you cry because you hate early mornings, like me, change your bottom, wipe you down from the nights sleep, dress you, brush your adorable hair, sit you on the counter and go through our morning routine: you have a slight cold, right now, so: oregano oil/coconut oil on your feet covered with socks, cod liver oil added to your probiotic (you like the taste), a spoonful of coconut oil, and a spoonful of manuka honey.
in the car, you love to hold something, so i give you your coveted straw (any straw will do!) and place your long-armed monkey on your lap that i got for you when we flew into chicago to see my parents when you were seven months (you learned to crawl, that week!).
you LOVE LOVE LOVE music and wiggle around to it ALL. i listen to bob dylan, bob marley, radiohead, massive attack, various spotify playlists... you dance in your car seat and its the most heartwarming thing i could ever imagine, in the mornings. you brighten my day and i hate dropping you off to leave you ALL DAY. it breaks my heart.
you have such a fun/spunky and sweet disposition with an air of contemplation. often, when i mock your actions, you'll giggle and mock me back. you're ticklish everywhere, you laugh easily, just like me, you love to play hide and seek with simple things like a pillow or cushion, and when we're in crowds, you get just like me and reserve yourself and observe.
you've been running through the house sounding nothing but babble, and when you see me, you run to me and jump into my lap, giggling. if i died right then, i would be the happiest person alive.
moms life has been extremely complicated, in the last few years, and you have, single-handedly, given me more than i ever imagined. i would not have known a parents love for a child without you. i never would have understood how deep love can, truly, go. unconditional. knowing you're responsible for someones entire life... its amazing. and you're beautiful. inside and out.
okay, enough for today. you turned 15months on thursday and i bought you a wooden bead maze. we didnt play at home, but i made sure you had fun, no matter what. i always create a peaceful sanctuary for you.
always.
xo
time, circumstance, feelings... as said before, i dont know if i'll ever allow you to see this... time will tell. what if blogger doesnt exist when you're an adult? no matter what, i'll always have my memories to share. i remember every single little thing you do.
i may go in and out of time-frames, with things, so i'll try to reference that.
* * * * *
i love you so much... its outrageous. i guess, i'm made for this because i was fearful of having postpartum or having feelings of neglect or so many other awful things new mothers experience. i'm deeply, deeply in love with you. i think of you before i think of myself for EVERYTHING.
when i get up in the morning, its not to brush my hair or shower or pick out my clothes, but, rather, ensure you're still sleeping to maximize your healing-time, rest, and sufficient sleep for the day. to change you immediately, if needed. to pick-out your clothes to wear, your back-up outfits for the day, ensure you have 3-4 clean, cloth diapers, make fresh wipes for you (baby cloths with my homemade formula of 90% water, some natural witch hazel, 1TB of bronners baby hemp soap, and a few drops of lavender and tea tree essential oils). make your lunch, bottle, and snacks. today, you had antibiotic-free ham, green beans w/ olive oil, grass-fed whole milk, and your little greek yogurt yogi's. i was rushed so would have added some carrots or celery sticks. everyone wants me to give you carbs, but i'm so picky about them... i dont like whole wheat or white flour, so am using alternatives. i bought oat bread made of oat flour, tapioca flour, potato flour, etc., so may use that, here and there. and i got some ancient grains noodles to add some sauce and meatballs for you. you arent running marathons, so i dont worry about carbs, too much. mostly veggies and proteins and healthy fats.
then, i get myself together - usually, slathering coconut oil on my face, brushing my teeth with my homemade tooth powder (baking soda, clay, salt, ground egg shells, charcoal, and some eo's), throwing my mane into a bun (shocker!), dressing myself, grabbing a homemade morning bar or egg cup to eat at work, wiping my coconut oiled face with a hot wash cloth, and THEN waking you up with lots of kisses as you cry because you hate early mornings, like me, change your bottom, wipe you down from the nights sleep, dress you, brush your adorable hair, sit you on the counter and go through our morning routine: you have a slight cold, right now, so: oregano oil/coconut oil on your feet covered with socks, cod liver oil added to your probiotic (you like the taste), a spoonful of coconut oil, and a spoonful of manuka honey.
in the car, you love to hold something, so i give you your coveted straw (any straw will do!) and place your long-armed monkey on your lap that i got for you when we flew into chicago to see my parents when you were seven months (you learned to crawl, that week!).
you LOVE LOVE LOVE music and wiggle around to it ALL. i listen to bob dylan, bob marley, radiohead, massive attack, various spotify playlists... you dance in your car seat and its the most heartwarming thing i could ever imagine, in the mornings. you brighten my day and i hate dropping you off to leave you ALL DAY. it breaks my heart.
you have such a fun/spunky and sweet disposition with an air of contemplation. often, when i mock your actions, you'll giggle and mock me back. you're ticklish everywhere, you laugh easily, just like me, you love to play hide and seek with simple things like a pillow or cushion, and when we're in crowds, you get just like me and reserve yourself and observe.
you've been running through the house sounding nothing but babble, and when you see me, you run to me and jump into my lap, giggling. if i died right then, i would be the happiest person alive.
moms life has been extremely complicated, in the last few years, and you have, single-handedly, given me more than i ever imagined. i would not have known a parents love for a child without you. i never would have understood how deep love can, truly, go. unconditional. knowing you're responsible for someones entire life... its amazing. and you're beautiful. inside and out.
okay, enough for today. you turned 15months on thursday and i bought you a wooden bead maze. we didnt play at home, but i made sure you had fun, no matter what. i always create a peaceful sanctuary for you.
always.
xo
Monday, February 29, 2016
Gargoyles and Starting Fresh
okay, so it seems that i'm still struggling with writing to you... its that privacy/openness fight on which i am constantly teetering. *eye roll* i've decided to start from today and move forward... one day, soon, i'll make one big post on your first months of life. they were incredibly meaningful to me and you've been beyond a dream, so i owe it to you to understand your roots. focusing on you during those days was all that was important to me.
for now, just, i love you. xo
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one of my favorite pieces of art by michael parkes. his artwork is very cirque de soleil. dreamy. i love this one for the innocence of the girl, whom obviously woke from her slumber to play with her strong and muscular gate keepers. i love the contrast of the fierce gargoyles and tenderness of the sleepy, playful girl, her bubbles, jump rope, and bear.
we found a permanent caretaker for you through july and she has a michael parkes print on her wall above her mantle. i was so surprised to see it! she had forgotten the name of the painting and i let her know - Eternity.
for now, just, i love you. xo
* * *
one of my favorite pieces of art by michael parkes. his artwork is very cirque de soleil. dreamy. i love this one for the innocence of the girl, whom obviously woke from her slumber to play with her strong and muscular gate keepers. i love the contrast of the fierce gargoyles and tenderness of the sleepy, playful girl, her bubbles, jump rope, and bear.
we found a permanent caretaker for you through july and she has a michael parkes print on her wall above her mantle. i was so surprised to see it! she had forgotten the name of the painting and i let her know - Eternity.
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
announcement
this is how we announced you to our fb "friends"
but, it all worked out. ♥
we waited until well into my second trimester to share with anyone. we even contemplated telling our family until possible third tri. because of what happened, prior. i was fearful of further grief and embarrassment. it had happened twice, already. we told close family and asked them not to announce it until we do and most everyone was good with it. except your grandma o. she took to fb and told hundreds of her "friends." i felt slightly betrayed, but knew she was just excited. we've always had differences in our privacy. she is open, i am closed. i had to explain that we, as your parents, thought it appropriate to make the announcement - no one else. it was why we didnt want to share with anyone.
when you deal with so much pain, it gets overwhelming having every single person talk to you about it. and, if a loss were to happen again, i wasnt ready to talk with everyone about it. again.
but, it all worked out. ♥
Within Days...
as i got bigger and bigger i got more and more excited. the happiness that i felt being pregnant was extremely unexpected. i kept hearing horror stories of crazy hormones, constant sickness, people fighting with their spouse because they were tired and always irritated...
the problems that i experienced were disgusting human vices, which had nothing to do with me. if i lived completely alone in the world, my pregnancy would have been 100% perfect. but, we have human relationships and things happen. that's life, and you deal with things and people. loved ones, parents, etc. you'll one day learn that NOTHING and no one are perfect. and you cope, just fine, if you just keep your faith, do the right things, and deal with things as they come. never avoid. the best way to work out problems is to work directly through them.
not me
you were a dream
i had no illness,
my hormones werent out of wack,
and i was, not only happy, but eLaTeD.
people constantly said i was glowing... and i FELT that way.
i felt like an angel... light, happy, pure.
you helped me get through a difficult time.
thank you.
you helped me get through a difficult time.
thank you.
the problems that i experienced were disgusting human vices, which had nothing to do with me. if i lived completely alone in the world, my pregnancy would have been 100% perfect. but, we have human relationships and things happen. that's life, and you deal with things and people. loved ones, parents, etc. you'll one day learn that NOTHING and no one are perfect. and you cope, just fine, if you just keep your faith, do the right things, and deal with things as they come. never avoid. the best way to work out problems is to work directly through them.
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