Why crawl when I can slide?
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Happy kid...
Here are a couple of videos I've taken that I really like. The first one is just a short clip of a very happy boy who is learning how to rock on his hands and knees and another one where he is scooting around on the wood floors.
Why crawl when I can slide?
Why crawl when I can slide?
Veggie Tales
Matthew got his first taste of Veggie Tales today (why did I wait so long?!?), and it was pretty hilarious. He danced for the first time, which you can see in this video, along with his newly acquired skill of getting on his hands and feet and stretching out his legs. He'll be crawling soon! Anyway, I could hardly keep from laughing while I was shooting this. SO cute!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Raspberries
Matthew started blowing raspberries for the first time, and it is SO cute! I actually caught it on video, and thought I'd share!
Poor baby
My poor baby has had a rough couple of days, and I earned "Worst Mother of the Day" on Friday.
I'm ashamed to admit this, but here goes (and if CPS comes knocking on my door, I'll know why).
On Friday morning, I was getting Matthew ready for school, and (almost) went about our normal routine. I put him on the changing pad on his dresser. I leaned over to dig some clothes out of the dresser but didn't see anything I wanted to put him in. I turned my back for just a second, which I never do, and WHAM! He rolled right off of it.
Bad, huh? Gets worse.
I had left the very bottom drawer open and there aren't many clothes in it (I had just purged all of the too-small clothing into storage), so it was nearly empty. So, there was my baby, sprawled on the drawer. His back hit the side wall of the drawer, and I thought for sure he broke his back or his neck. I scooped him up and gently laid him on the ground in case he really was injured. He cried and was moving around fine, so I picked him up and he stopped crying. He whimpered for maybe half a minute and he was fine. He was moving his arms and legs and head, and it was as if it never happened. That's when I lost it. I could not BELIEVE I let that happen. That was the scariest moment in my short experience as a mother, and I can assure you it will NEVER happen again after that experience.
Pale in comparison, he went on to daycare that day (after much debate with myself over whether I should just stay home and watch him like a hawk), and promptly head-butted the floor and earned nice bruise on his forehead that looks like a purple kiss mark and then did it again yesterday. He has two bruises, one on each side of his forehead, kinda like horns.
There's more.
He now has thrush in his mouth, the doctor thinks from binkys or toys, so we've sanitized our entire house and so has the daycare.
Poor kid. I felt SO bad =(
I'm ashamed to admit this, but here goes (and if CPS comes knocking on my door, I'll know why).
On Friday morning, I was getting Matthew ready for school, and (almost) went about our normal routine. I put him on the changing pad on his dresser. I leaned over to dig some clothes out of the dresser but didn't see anything I wanted to put him in. I turned my back for just a second, which I never do, and WHAM! He rolled right off of it.
Bad, huh? Gets worse.
I had left the very bottom drawer open and there aren't many clothes in it (I had just purged all of the too-small clothing into storage), so it was nearly empty. So, there was my baby, sprawled on the drawer. His back hit the side wall of the drawer, and I thought for sure he broke his back or his neck. I scooped him up and gently laid him on the ground in case he really was injured. He cried and was moving around fine, so I picked him up and he stopped crying. He whimpered for maybe half a minute and he was fine. He was moving his arms and legs and head, and it was as if it never happened. That's when I lost it. I could not BELIEVE I let that happen. That was the scariest moment in my short experience as a mother, and I can assure you it will NEVER happen again after that experience.
Pale in comparison, he went on to daycare that day (after much debate with myself over whether I should just stay home and watch him like a hawk), and promptly head-butted the floor and earned nice bruise on his forehead that looks like a purple kiss mark and then did it again yesterday. He has two bruises, one on each side of his forehead, kinda like horns.
There's more.
He now has thrush in his mouth, the doctor thinks from binkys or toys, so we've sanitized our entire house and so has the daycare.
Poor kid. I felt SO bad =(
Sunday, January 23, 2011
I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas!
So I've been waiting MONTHS to be able to use these handy little teethers and now that Matthew is eating solids, I decided to give it a go. They are awesome! I put in a chunk of cold banana in the net and gave it to Matthew. He loved it and it actually entertained him long enough for us to be able to eat our dinner without having to get up and tend to him. He ended up being a banana mess, but it was worth it. 
Post baby weight
So today I finally went to a gym for the first time in I think about a year. A YEAR. Don't get me wrong...I've been walking (some) with the kid when the weather has permitted, and actually lost ten pounds walking daily back in the fall, but I haven't done any serious cardio since early in my pregnancy with Matthew (and I gave that up for lounging on the couch, exhausted and nauseous). But back to that ten pounds. Great, right? Well, in the big picture, it's not all that much. I gained a WHOPPING 50 pounds with Matthew, and I can't seem to shake the last 5-7 that feel (and look) more like 15.
But, as fellow blogger has mentioned, there is an ever-present feeling of guilt any time I do something that does not involve baby care. I am coming to the realization, though, that I have to have time for myself, and for Ross, so I enrolled in a 14 day trial at a gym that is literally a stone's throw away from Matthew's daycare. I'm going to go every day for the next two weeks to see if it is worth the totally ridiculous amount of money they are asking (no, really, it's ridiculous). I figure if I lose some weight in that time, I can convince Ross that it is worth the extra cost. =)
But, as fellow blogger has mentioned, there is an ever-present feeling of guilt any time I do something that does not involve baby care. I am coming to the realization, though, that I have to have time for myself, and for Ross, so I enrolled in a 14 day trial at a gym that is literally a stone's throw away from Matthew's daycare. I'm going to go every day for the next two weeks to see if it is worth the totally ridiculous amount of money they are asking (no, really, it's ridiculous). I figure if I lose some weight in that time, I can convince Ross that it is worth the extra cost. =)
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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