Archive for : September, 2013
So, much to my husband’s dismay – each month I forced him to join me in taking pictures of Max to document his growth. It was usually at the end of the day and it usually didn’t go very well. At first, we were took them perfectly on the 30th of the month. and then? nosomuch.
We took pics next to a chalkboard with the number of the month written on it. We also took pictures with red balloons. The number of balloons reflected the number of months my main man Max had turned. THEN (to top it all off) we recorded the little booger, all grumpy and mad by then. It was awesome!
Seriously though, NO regrets. One million monkey sounds and Where Is Thumpkins later, look at the growth of my little bubbas (click picture to enlarge).
Ugh – heart exploding!
It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t include any outtakes, though…because dude, there were some.
Kid is SO funny!
I couldn’t figure out how to make a collage out of the balloon pics, since they are vertical instead of horizontal. #technologysaywhat? Here’s a taste…
Cutie pants – 11 months.
Aw well – I’ll figure it out eventually!
Moral of the story? As annoying as the monthly photo may be to take, DOOOOOO ITTTTT! You will not regret it. These photos are so special to me ♥ I smell a photo book in our future!
p.s. A little math for you…1 balloon = $1.15. Twelve months of the correct number of balloons (plus one month’s fail = purchasing balloons twice) = a grand total of lemme get out my calculator $97.75. Wowzers! Don’t tell the husband, ladies…
High Temperature: 88°
This Mom thing is not for the faint of heart.
I mean, it’s the absolute best thing in the whole entire world…like, furreal…HEART=BURSTING.
But, shoot – it sure is a tester. It tests your self-confidence and patience, your decision-making skills…the meat and potatoes of who you are.
In those first days of being a parent, your main goal is to keep that adorably squishy human alive. What I’ve learned, 13 months later, is that aforementioned main goal remains numero uno every second of every day. I thought maybe the what-if Betty would quiet her sassy self down a few months along, but what-the-crap…NO.
The fear of something being wrong with your child’s health is the scariest feeling imaginable. We, as parents, are 100% responsible for this precious life provided absolutely no training. How I landed this job, I have no idea. My resume? Mediocre, at best. My desire and effort? Well they definitely count for something!
What I’m trying to say is that Max may or may not be allergic to eggs AND peanut butter (and therefore possibly nuts, altogether). Effing effen effer.
Thankfully, the reaction to a bite of scrambled eggs and a smear smaller than a dime of peanut butter (on two separate and far apart occasions) was immediate itching, a red blotchy mess of a face (and neck), and a confused and irritable little boy. I say “thankfully” because my son’s throat did not close up and therefore my s*it was left somewhat intact. Thank God for Benedryl, of which I immediately provided on both occasions.
Sweet baby Jesus, though – let it be a fluke. YES, Scott and I have allergies (a few quirky ones of the food variety included on my end) and YES, we both have mild asthma. We do realize Max may not get outta those zones entirely unscathed. However, no – please just…no.
The doc recommends keeping eggs and nuts out of little man’s diet until we have him skin allergy tested. Max screams when his Dr. breaths on him. I’m not sure we’re ready for needles in the back just yet.
And then Dr. Google struck again, causing me to leave his office confused as hell. Introduce peanuts early! Wait until your child is 2! No, wait – 3, I meant 3! Get ’em allergy tested early! Allergy testing is not reliable until they’re 3! Oh madone…Dr. Google, you suck.
No matter what I read, my Mommy gut tells me (and trust me, there’s some residual!) that we may all be overreacting. Max itched often at mealtime while trying new foods from week to week. I’m afraid that keeping him AWAY from those foods might create an allergy or make one he may already have more severe. THIS is where parenthood gets tricky, folks.
I know that food allerGEEZ are not the end of the world, but holy inconvenience and worry! I also know we are blessed and that we should be thankful for potential health difficulties that are manageable. Please know that we are. That aside, we just want our little baby to have a PB&J for lunch someday.
Veteran parents – thoughts? ideas? strong drink recipes? Mama is nervous about this one…
High Temperature: 89° (but feeling much hotter!)