Friday, February 27, 2009

Baby Blah's

As much as I love my kids and enjoy every stage of their development, I'm just not a baby-baby kind of person.

Yes, baby-babies have cute feet and sweet-smelling heads. Yes, they are tiny and helpless and so dependent. Yes, I even get immense satisfaction from nursing my babies, and I love watching their little eyes droop closed into a milk-induced coma.

But, the fact of the matter is, I don't go ga-ga over babies.

I have little desire to hold other babies. I don't insist on ripping off their socks to experience the euphoria that is baby feet. I don't get that fluttering feeling when I see little tiny babies.

I just don't! Of course, it's different with my own, but they're mine. We have a connection.

Oh, sure, I think other people's babies are cute. I really do. And I'll hold another baby without having to be asked twice. I just don't melt into a puddle of goo over them.

That being said, I honestly can't wait for The Little Prince to grow up.

I enjoyed Cinderella's baby years because she was my first, but I always anxiously awaited the next stage to see what she would do and how she would develop.

I enjoyed Sleeping Beauty's baby years even more because I knew what was coming. I knew to enjoy every minute of every phase she went through because I knew it wouldn't last.

With The Little Prince, however, I'm tired of babies. I am so looking forward to him sitting up and interacting and exploring. I am so looking forward to him realizing he can play with his sisters. I am so looking forward to him crawling and walking and eating and talking.

It's not that I necessarily want him to grow up quickly; it's not that I'm not enjoying him right now as he is.

I am just so excited to see the person he's going to become.

I am so excited to see his little personality develop. I am so excited to see how he interacts with his sisters. I am so excited to have a little boy in the house and see how he differs from the girls.

I feel like I should want him to stay a baby forever. He's my last one. (And, yes, we've taken measures to ensure he's our last one.) I feel like I should not be looking forward, but only looking back and regretting that I'll never experience any of this again.

But I'm not. And I don't really want to. I know I'll miss these days. I know I'll probably miss having a baby someday.

Then again, I might not. I might just enjoy my children where they are too much to miss where they were. We'll see.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Three Months Ago

Three months ago today, I woke up early, kissed my girls goodbye, and went for a quiet drive with my husband.

Three months ago today, I lay in the hospital with an IV in my arm, chatting to my husband, my doctor, and my nurse. Expecting a routine induction, I was eventually told I'd most likely be facing a c-section.

Three months ago today, despite the odds being against me because of circumstances beyond my control, I finally gave birth "normally" to my son.

Three months ago today.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009


I think I just made that word up. Oh well.

I have been so remiss lately! The last Bloggy Carnival has been over and done with for weeks now, and I actually made quite a haul this time! Usually I don't win anything, but this time, even entering a very small fraction of the giveaways, I won 4 things!

Well, technically I won 3, but someone didn't respond in time, so I won the fourth just this week.


I won a Wii PopStar Guitar from Mrs. oo7. Currently, I suck at this game. Of course, I might be better now that I've figured out you're supposed to hold the "guitar" in your left hand, just like the fret board on a real guitar.


I won a CoreRhythms DVD from the Hip Mama Blog. I haven't actually received this one yet. Maybe I should email her...

I won a gorgeous sling from Raspberry Baby on I'm not keeping this one, though. I'm giving it to...well, someone who's having a baby who hasn't officially announced the pregnancy yet. I'd keep it, but I already have two slings, and I want to share my love of babywearing. Besides, this one really suits the person I'm giving it to.

Lastly, I just found out I won a CozyWedge from 5 Minutes for Mom. (If you were the original winner, I'm so sorry!) I'm also giving this one to the nameless pregnant person I know. By the time Sleeping Beauty is out of the crib, The Little Prince won't need to use this. It will get more use from the newborn it's intended for.

Anyway, that's it! It was a pretty good haul, I think. Especially for the nameless pregnant person. (Enjoy!)

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Wordless Wednesday--Go 'Hawks!

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Momma Needs Some Sleep

Please let this be a growth spurt!

Please, please, please, please, PLEASE!!!


I have had two nights in a row of the crappiest sleep. The Little Prince has woken up every 1 1/2 hours to nurse for the last two nights.

This, of course, means that I have woken up every 1 1/2 hours to nurse for the last two nights.


Add to this the fact that last evening one of the cats puked on my down comforter (and I sorely missed its fluffy warmth) and I am a grouch.

Double suck.

So, now I'm sleep-deprived, grouchy, and stressed out because I CAN'T PASS THIS STUPID TEST FOR SCHOOL!!!

Suck. Suck. Suck.

Momma needs some sleep.

And maybe some caffeine.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Romance? Who Needs Romance?

Prince Charming and I have never been very romantic.

We started off as very good friends. We spent tons of time together, but we were never really interested in each other romantically. In fact, throughout most of our friendship, both of us were actually interested in other people. We really only started dating each other because we wanted to keep each other in our lives. Basically, in order to remain friends, we needed to up our relationship level. We knew that if we did start dating, that it would lead to marriage.

So, we both, quite literally, married our best friends. Getting married was the only way we saw that we could remain friends.

Oh, sure, once we started dating some things changed. There was definitely some kissing involved and some much deeper conversations.

Pretty soon into our dating relationship, we really, truly, began to love each other. But we always had our friendship to fall back on. It made things more comfortable, made the transition from "just friends" to dating, to engaged, to married that much easier.

Even now, when things get rough and we've disconnected for awhile, the friendship our marriage is based on always pulls us through.

We begin to reconnect by just talking to each other, like we did before the kissing started. Eventually, the friendship pulls us forward, back into connection. Back into spending time, just the two of us. Back into marveling at how we both got so lucky to find the other person. Back into realizing that God's plan for us is so much more than either of us ever thought it could be or even wanted it to be.

Because if it weren't for Him, we would never have gotten together at all. Really and truly.

Okay. Back to romance:

Obviously, as friends, Prince Charming and I weren't romantic. That would have been weird. Of course, once we started dating, being romantic was weird anyway.

We weren't used to it. It wasn't "us." Maybe it was just an excuse back then; I don't know. Although, it's hard to be romantic when most of your actual dates occur at the grocery store. Sure, we had some evenings of nice dinners, and we had the occasional movie night. But for the most part, it was grocery shopping, long drives, and serious discussions.

Part of our unromantic nature stems from Prince Charming's abhorrence of PDA. People, it's so bad, he barely kissed me at our wedding. (Seriously, our kiss was so short, the photographer couldn't even capture it. We just watched our wedding video again a few weeks ago, and it was embarrassing!) Even today, after 8 1/2 years of marriage, I doubt Prince Charming could pull off a decent wedding kiss in front of people. It's just not his thing. He sometimes won't even kiss me on New Year's if there are people around. He'll finally hold my hand in public, but that's about it.

I had always wanted someone more romantic. Someone who would often bring me flowers for no reason, or gifts. Someone who would touch me in public, hug me, kiss me. Someone who would always stand too close, letting the world know I was his.

At least, I thought that's what I wanted.

Instead, I wanted Prince Charming. And wanting Prince Charming meant giving up what I thought I had always wanted.

I have never regretted any of it.

We talk every once in awhile about how we can add some romance to our marriage. It would be nice, but I don't think it's necessary anymore. Not for us. As long as we connect, do things just the two of us, I'm content.

Romance? Who needs romance? Not me. I've found my Prince Charming, and that's all that matters.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Wordless Wednesday--Driven to Boredom

So, I didn't take this picture myself, but I think it's hilarious!

The Little Prince looks completely bored and flabbergasted that Daddy is playing Wii.

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Monday, February 2, 2009

Two Months and One Week

The Little Prince turned 2 months old last week, and I have been so remiss in posting pictures of him or telling stories about him.

So, without further ado, here is The Little Prince at 2 months old:

Isn't he a cutie?

So far, he's a good baby. He's getting a bit difficult to put down at night, but once he's down, he's down. He still wakes up several times during the night to eat (he's a big boy!), but he goes back down so easily.

He outgrew his 0-3 months clothes at 5 weeks old, and is already heading into size 2 diapers. I'm not sure how big he is, but we go into the doctor tomorrow. I'm guessing he's at least 15 pounds already.

We've had a few peeing mishaps in the last 2 months, but not nearly as many as Prince Charming and I expected we'd have.

The first one was in the hospital. He was in the warming bed after being taken off of my chest, and the nurse had turned her back to attend to something else. Next thing I know, everyone is screeching, and I see this jet of liquid spewing from the table, over the rim, and onto the floor.

It was spectacular!

Prince Charming got the second one, and I got the third one during a bath on the kitchen counter. I was reaching over to the sink to rinse the washcloth, and I all of a sudden felt wet. Sure enough, The Little Prince had peed off of the counter and onto my clothes.

That's about it, except for one time in the bathtub, but that's to be expected.

Thank you to everyone who gave me insights on having a little boy! Everything's been a bit easier knowing that whatever is going on is normal, especially Twinmommy's forewarning; without that one, I would have been shocked and wide-eyed over what I was seeing. But instead, I took it (and am still taking it) like an old pro.

I'll try to remember to update more often, but as Twinmommy so eloquently said, Facebook is taking over my blogging mojo (not that I had much to begin with, though).