Sunday, April 28, 2013

Beach Vacay!

We loaded up Thursday night and took little man down to the beach.  My parents and sister were down there too so we all had some great family time.  My parents watched Christian and Austin Friday night so we could go to dinner with Julie and Phillip.  Dinner was delish and the company wasn't half bad either. ;) 

Christian had so much fun hanging with Pop and Granna all weekend.  He loved playing outside with them and riding in their wagon.  He also let my dad rock him to sleep Friday night.  There's nothing like having that sweet boy crawl up in your lap and fall asleep.  It's the only time he'll let you hold him for more than 3 seconds. 

He loves to play in the dirt so we thought that he would LOVE the beach.  However, he had the opposite response and HATED the beach.  Poor thing!  He cried the second we put his feet in the sand.  We're not sure why... Maybe because he couldn't walk on it. 
How pitiful
Luckily, we brought this tent so he didn't cry the entire time we were at the beach.

He was getting sleepy here but he's still too cute.

He's learning to drink from a glass.  He was so proud of himself.

I have a funny story to tell that happened when we got home.  It involves poop so if you don't appreciate a good poop story:
1. Don't have a child :)
2. Stop reading now

When we got home I noticed that he had a stinky diaper.  I have a mat in the living room so I can change him without having to lug him all the way back up to his room. I got his diaper off and cleaned him up.  He had been sitting for 4 1/2 hours so I decided he could run around for a minute or two before I rediapered him.  Well... that didn't work out so well.  He squatted in the middle of my living room and decided to finish his business.  I quickly stuck my hand under his hiney so he wouldn't poop on the carpet.  (This is a for real mommy moment!)  I slung it onto the mat and tried to wrangle him up with the clean hand.  The boy is super strong so he was very hard to manage.  So, of course, he stepped on the poop.  Then he stepped on my leg.  I picked him up and ran him to the bathroom.  Once we got to the kitchen I heard another plop.  Oh yes... more poop.  Poop everywhere.  This is finally when John walked into the room.  I was washing Christian's foot in the sink, I had no pants on and I was yelling at him "Don't step in the poop!"  Ahhh.... the joys of parenthood!  Who would have thought that the germaphobe, neat freak would have gone through this series of events and still keep cool?  It wasn't the most glamorous moment of my life but it sure was funny. 


Tuesday, April 23, 2013

I spoke too soon

We are back to bottles at night.  That didn't last long.  He was fine taking the sippy cup for his last milk but two nights last week he projectile vomited.  I think it comes out too fast and he gets chocked because he's half asleep.  So tonight we went back to the bottle.  You do what you have to do!

The other day I heard a bang while I was cooking dinner.  I walked into the dining room to find this.  C had knocked over his stroller and was climbing on it backwards.  Such a monkey.

 Here he is learning to blow bubbles!  So cute!

He is doing so much better with school.  He hasn't been crying in the mornings for the past week.  Yay!


Wednesday, April 17, 2013


These days time seems to be flying by... slipping right through my fingers.  Little Big Man was a full blown toddler as of Sunday.  I finally gave in and stopped the night bottle.  He was ready.  He had absolutely no issue going to a sippy cup.  Sigh.  That was his last baby thing.  I clung to it for dear life but I knew it was time.  A lot of people I know can't relate to this.  They tell me how excited they were to be off bottles.  I am excited that he's growing up into such an independent young man but I am so sad to be out of the baby phase.  He will more than likely be my one and only baby. It's hard to see him grow up so fast. 

I also have been reflecting about his first few months.  I squandered those months with fear, anxiety and doubt.  I cried every single day once we got home and I was home alone with him all day.  First, I am not a sit at home all day type of person.  But that really wasn't it.  I was so scared.  I was scared that he would start crying and not stop.  I'm not really sure why I was so scared of that but I was.  SCARED.  So every time he so much as whimpered I would run to him.  I pretty much held him from the second John left for work until he returned home.  I barely ate, barely drank and sleep was minimal.  I was a wreck.  I should have been enjoying those months but I was crippled by fear.  And it wasn't just about the crying. I had so much doubt.  I thought that I was doing EVERYTHING wrong.  He had a lot of tummy issues and I felt like I was failing him as a mother.  I was also terrified that he would die.  Not only would my family and John's family be devastated.  I would have to explain it to a woman who trusted me to raise her child. 

It has taken me a while to realize why I was so stressed during that time.  I also had tremendous guilt because I wasn't fully enjoying my time with him.  Don't get me wrong... I loved him to pieces.  I just felt like I could have a panic attack most of the day. When I was finally able to get consistent sleep and adequate nutrition, I started thinking more clearly.  I slowly pulled myself out of the fog.  And I've been trying to make up for that lost time ever since.  Not that he knew any of this.  He knew that I fed him when he was hungry, changed his diaper when needed and held him pretty much all day.  He probably thought I was GREAT! HA!

I wanted to share this because I'm not sure if it was due to him being adopted. Or maybe I would have reacted that way if I had given birth.  Either way I felt like I was the only one who ever had these thoughts.  So I'm putting it out there to bring a little comfort to other new moms who may feel down.  Hang in there, it gets so much better!

Wrestling my monkey to get some pants on him.

This outfit is so true!

Happy Birthday to Mom Z tomorrow!  We wish you a wonderful birthday and can't wait to see you in June!


Monday, April 8, 2013

It's My Birthday!!

Whew!  It's been a busy few days.  Let me get all of my announcements out of the way:

April 5th - Happy Anniversary to my parents - 45 years!!
April 6th - Happy 14 months to my big man!
April 7th - Happy 41st Birthday to my Sister
Today - Happy Birthday to ME!!

John and I had a party to attend on Saturday so my parents kept our sweet boy.  He loves his Granna and Pop!  I also came home driving a new car.  We bought my parents car and they bought a new Ford Edge.  Pretty exciting weekend!  I also got to sleep in until 9 am Sunday morning... AMAZING!

Christian is doing great!  He is so smart and inquisitive.  He still wants to eat constantly.  I guess we'll have to ask his doctor about it at his next appt.  He can eat more than me!  It's pretty ridiculous! And when I try to take him out of his high chair, he'll grip both sides of the tray and scream.  Hungry boy! He knows how to high five, blow kisses, hug, feed himself with a fork and tries to eat with a spoon.  He also tries to put on his shoes. He's so cute!

Here are some pictures from our day at the park.

Mama with her sweet boy

Mama's still got it.

Cutie pie

Daddy time

Look at this mullet!  The kid has some hair!

Monday, April 1, 2013


We had a great Easter Weekend.  Christian was out of school and I was off work so we had a fabulous Mommy/Son day.  We went to visit Jessica, Emma and Baby James.  Lil man had such a great time playing with them and all of their toys!

Playing with a pink stroller.  He's secure in his manhood.

It rained Easter Sunday so we decided to hunt Easter eggs on Saturday.  I filled them with cheerios and Lil man LOVED it!  We played and played for hours!
Hunting Easter Eggs

Sliding down the hill
Showing me his eggs.

Mommy with a Sweet Boy

Easter basket
Church service


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