We sit on the floor together and have a snack. I'm sitting on my knees and he's laying on his belly. He and I are eating crackers with cream cheese & chives. I tell him they are a new snack and pleased to see he enjoys them. He's excited to share a snack with his Mommy while playing on the floor. He decides to sit up and fold his legs under his bottom, just like Mommy. He sits there and munches on a cracker and smiles at me. Under his cracker filled lips he mumbles like Mommy. He melts my heart and I've fallen in love all over again.
We play on the floor with a ball and toss back and forth to each other. He sits there and inspects my position on the floor, I'm sitting Indian style, and he imitates me. Just like Mommy he says. I'm teaching him how to hold out his hands and keep them together. We sit rather close because he's not a good catcher. I toss the ball into his arms and he squeals with excitement for the fact that he did it by himself. We play like this for what seems all afternoon, but really it's more like fifteen minutes.
He finds me in the kitchen while I'm putting food away from dinner. He doesn't mind playing in the other room alone, he just prefers company with Mommy or Daddy. He looks up at me while the kitchen light glares in his face. He smiles a sleepy smirk and hums Mummmmy. I answer him back and he gently places his head on my leg. Awwwwww we say together.
I know these moments are rare and I know they won't always be there. But for now, they're my little treasures and I'm thankful to have them.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Two
My silly putty is two today.
Where has the time gone? He's grown so much in just two years, I cannot imagine what this next year holds for us, but I'm excited for it.
Two years ago at 5:24pm my baby was born.
A cesarean birth was decided around 5:00, due to the fact my unborn son's heart rate was not normal, and I had to lay in a specific direction for him to have a normal heart rate. I had been in labor for about 8 hours and I could not dilate further than 8cm. I was also nauseous and exhausted and had opted for the epidural earlier in the day, but by 2pm it had worn off. The contractions were tolerable, however my nausea was not. I'd go through hot and cold spells and it was as if I had a fever, but the nurses would continue to check my temperature and I was consistently normal.
Once the decision was made around 5:00, I was prepped for surgery and I was whisked into the operating room. I remember trying to haul myself onto the operating table "Can you move yourself over?" they asked me.
Seriously? I feel like a whale! I was just given a dose of meds for surgery and I was numb to my neck. There was no way I'd be moving anything myself.
Twenty-four minutes later, my silly putty was born. It wasn't the dramatic scene you'd imagine a labor being because for me, I was more in shock for the quick turn in events.
My husband left with our new baby and watched him get cleaned and weighed. 7lbs 16oz is what the nurse calculated. Isn't that 8lbs then? he asked the nurse. Oh yeah.
My hospital experience wasn't as bad as I had thought, although we do have some not-so-fond memories too. Now two years later, I'm contemplating what my second birthing experience will be like. Most likely I'll be having another cesarean but I'm wondering if I should change to a hospital closer to home.
Despite the sort of day I had while in labor with my son, he turned out to be extremely healthy and happy. I couldn't have asked for a happier baby for my first child.
However, that happiness is fading in his personality as he sinks into his two-dom world. The lack of communication leads to frustrations and moans and whines and tears. We try hard to use our words and describe how we're feeling, but some days are harder than others. And today was one of those days.
I'm sure we'll have many more teary days ahead, and I'm stocking up on my patience pills. But for now I'll take each day as it comes and hope for more smiles in our future.
Where has the time gone? He's grown so much in just two years, I cannot imagine what this next year holds for us, but I'm excited for it.
Two years ago at 5:24pm my baby was born.
A cesarean birth was decided around 5:00, due to the fact my unborn son's heart rate was not normal, and I had to lay in a specific direction for him to have a normal heart rate. I had been in labor for about 8 hours and I could not dilate further than 8cm. I was also nauseous and exhausted and had opted for the epidural earlier in the day, but by 2pm it had worn off. The contractions were tolerable, however my nausea was not. I'd go through hot and cold spells and it was as if I had a fever, but the nurses would continue to check my temperature and I was consistently normal.
Once the decision was made around 5:00, I was prepped for surgery and I was whisked into the operating room. I remember trying to haul myself onto the operating table "Can you move yourself over?" they asked me.
Seriously? I feel like a whale! I was just given a dose of meds for surgery and I was numb to my neck. There was no way I'd be moving anything myself.
Twenty-four minutes later, my silly putty was born. It wasn't the dramatic scene you'd imagine a labor being because for me, I was more in shock for the quick turn in events.
My husband left with our new baby and watched him get cleaned and weighed. 7lbs 16oz is what the nurse calculated. Isn't that 8lbs then? he asked the nurse. Oh yeah.
My hospital experience wasn't as bad as I had thought, although we do have some not-so-fond memories too. Now two years later, I'm contemplating what my second birthing experience will be like. Most likely I'll be having another cesarean but I'm wondering if I should change to a hospital closer to home.
Despite the sort of day I had while in labor with my son, he turned out to be extremely healthy and happy. I couldn't have asked for a happier baby for my first child.
However, that happiness is fading in his personality as he sinks into his two-dom world. The lack of communication leads to frustrations and moans and whines and tears. We try hard to use our words and describe how we're feeling, but some days are harder than others. And today was one of those days.
I'm sure we'll have many more teary days ahead, and I'm stocking up on my patience pills. But for now I'll take each day as it comes and hope for more smiles in our future.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Just a salad...but it's heavenly!
I made a salad over the weekend, and I wish I had taken a picture of it. It was a salad I tried recreating from a restaurant I went to recently, but I didn't have all the ingredients. So I tried to recreate the earthiness of it.
Here's what I used:
Spring greens
Grape tomatoes
Shaved carrots
Cucumbers
Craisins
Pumpkin Seeds
Goat Cheese
Ken's Olive Oil & Vinaigrette dressing
I made enough salad for about 30 guests, and I even have plenty of leftovers so I can enjoy more yummy salad the rest of this week. I didn't make the greens as the star ingredient either. Rather, every component was equally used, no favoritism's here! If I had some extra time I would have enjoy adding hard boiled egg to the mix, but the salad still felt hearty as a side dish.
I've thought about making this mix again and wrapping it in a tortilla. Maybe adding some more protein to make it more filling. What do you think?
Here's what I used:
Spring greens
Grape tomatoes
Shaved carrots
Cucumbers
Craisins
Pumpkin Seeds
Goat Cheese
Ken's Olive Oil & Vinaigrette dressing
I made enough salad for about 30 guests, and I even have plenty of leftovers so I can enjoy more yummy salad the rest of this week. I didn't make the greens as the star ingredient either. Rather, every component was equally used, no favoritism's here! If I had some extra time I would have enjoy adding hard boiled egg to the mix, but the salad still felt hearty as a side dish.
I've thought about making this mix again and wrapping it in a tortilla. Maybe adding some more protein to make it more filling. What do you think?
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