Monday, March 26, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
I ate chocolate chips this morning straight from the freezer. That's the kind of morning I'm having, in case you were wondering. Last night was rough. I think Phoenix is teething, which resulted in every-half-hour wake up cries. But so it goes. Most nights are not as restless. In moments of absolute delirium I have to remind myself that he needs me. This time is short lived and his needs are greater than sleep....and then I eat chocolate. Not even actual chocolate. Frozen chocolate chips. This is real life.
But all is not lost. We are waking up (kind of) today still basking in the glow of our fantastic weekend as well as on the cusp of a warm spring week. Lush.
On Friday, I went out for the first time sans baby and husband. Well, for the evening that is. I made plans to meet a girlfriend just down the street for a beer. We thought about a few other places but I thought it would be wise not to stray too far. It's a good thing I didn't because halfway through my beer husband called with a sad baby in the background. Turns out baby wanted more milk than I left at home. Bummer. So I booked it home the three blocks and nursed baby boy back to sleep. Poor little guy. He was so upset. Sweetly, husband decided to push us back out the door for another drink. So we popped around the corner to a neighborhood bar for one more beer. The whole night was much needed and so much fun. As much as I love my new life and little P, I do miss having to freedom to ocassionally pop out to meet a friend in the evening. This was nice.
The rest of the weekend was spent celebrating with my parents for my mom's birthday and finding treasures at the Brooklyn Flea market.
Last but certainly not least...I am so excited and honored to be a part of a new photo project from Sakura Bloom and organized by Leigh of Marvelous Kiddo. (Who just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl today. Congrats!) I've been reading Leigh's stories since she was pregnant with her second baby and have been inspired by her effortless style in baby wearing her two boys as well as her gentle approach to mothering. Her posts about home births were a great source of inspiration for having my own. Thank you for picking me! I am truly so inspired and grateful to be included. My first post goes up in just a few days. (In these photos I am wearing the Essential Silk Sling in Eggplant/Aubergine.)
(From Marvelous Kiddo)
WHAT ARE THE SLING DIARIES?
A photo-documentary chronicling the art of babywearing in the lives of thirteen families. Over the course of six months, contestants will compete by creating their own Sling Diary with a series of wordless entries interpreting a unique theme given to them each month.
WHO ARE THE SLING DIARISTS?
They are thirteen women with creative, unique voices, great style sense, and a passion for babywearing (plus thirteen of the cutest babies in blogdom!).
HOW, EXACTLY, DO THE DIARIES WORK?
The Sling Diaries will come to life with an emphasis on beautiful photography and creative interpretation of six different assigned themes. Contestants will create one blog post (diary entry) per month featuring photos of themselves wearing their Sakura Bloom sling. Each month, the curatorial team at Sakura Bloom will select photos from each diary entry and these images will come together on The Sling Diaries Pinterest page. When all entries are complete, our panel of three judges will select their favorite Sling Diary from the project and the winner will receive a $500 Sakura Bloom gift certificate.
WHERE CAN I KEEP UP WITH ALL THIS BABYWEARING AWESOMENESS?
The event will be hosted on the official Sling Diaries Pinterest page, with updates and giveaways happening right here on Marvelous Kiddo. And of course, you can also follow along by reading the blogs of our thirteen contestants!
So that's it. Make sure you check out the Pinterest page as well as the other amazing participants' pages. Oh, and don't miss the giveaway on Marvelous Kiddo!
Friday, March 16, 2012
photo via my pal Nicole
Guess who turned 5 months old yesterday? This little bunny. We don't have another well visit until he is 6 months but I'm guessing he is getting close to 20 lbs. Huge.
When P was only about 6 weeks old, we went to Thanksgiving dinner at my friend Lisa's. There was a sweet 6 month old baby there and he just seemed so big to me then. I couldn't imagine my little tater tot ever getting to that point. He was so teeny, just snoozing and getting passed around loving arms then.
Now he is an active little person. He constantly wants to be exploring, squealing, singing, laughing, and enjoying the amazing world around him. Music really moves him and you can see his little arms and legs bouncing around as soon as he hears the rhythm.
Currently, we are trying out some different solids. Exciting stuff. Once this guy had a taste of sweet potatoes, there was no denying that he loved food. He had been eyeing our forks for weeks but we got the go ahead from his pediatrician after his last check up so we went for it. Needless to say, he's a happy eater.
Currently, life at 5 months is pretty great. It feels like all at once we've crossed over from newborn-ish into real baby territory. Our days are becoming longer and so much funner. Our sleepy nugget has woken up and is ready to take on the world.
Monday, March 12, 2012
I read recently that after getting through the first few months with a newborn it's like pulling your head out from under the covers and waking up. I would say that's about right.
I have written several posts the past few weeks about this and that. Blah blah. Just because I felt I should. Obviously I didn't post them. None of them felt right. I love writing but these days I'm finding it such a challenge to balance wanting to write everything down to remember every moment versus living that moment. It seems like every little smile, milky breath, and sweet snuggle and going by me in a flash. All around me I keep hearing, "Enjoy this time, it goes so fast." And so I try to soak up as much squishy baby love as I can, every day and night.
In the beginning, when I was walking around in a cloud of sleepiness and anxiety, my sister in law told me, "The days are long but the years are so short." That struck such a chord in that moment. After she told me that, I try to always keep that in perspective. Sometimes my heart aches at the thought of sweet P being anything other than my little babe, but every day he is growing more into a little person.
These days we are truly coming into our own as a family of three. We wake up every (early) morning to sweet baby giggles and shrieks. Even the sleepiest of us (papa) doesn't mind opening his eyes to see baby boy rolling from side to side, chomping on his hand, and giggling at the light coming in. After Phoenix has his breakfast, we all shuffle to the living room where one of us plays with P while the other makes coffee. We usually have some breakfast together and then papa is off to work, down the hall. P and I are extremely lucky that Scott works from home. Even though he's super busy all day, it's so nice to be able to walk by his office to say hi or ask him to take a 10 minute break so I could shower/clean/eat. We don't take this for granted.
Usually at this point P and I have an outing. We are still getting to know our new neighborhood so we go exploring whenever we can. This also gives S some quiet time to work. Most days we have an errand but if not, we still go walking. P loves it. For some reason he was never fond of his stroller until we moved to Brooklyn. Go figure. Mostly I wear him on me, but if we are grocery shopping or going for a really long walk, I change it up with the stroller.
After almost two weeks of living here we have been to story time at the library, which he loved, and dined together a few times. Usually I get a coffee and croissant while he people watches. Sometimes I make up stories about the people walking by. I tell him where they are going, who they are, their names. It's like improv story time.
In any case, I feel like I'm finally taking my head out from under the covers. The warm light is shining all over my face and I'm soaking it up. Phoenix has more or less created a schedule for himself. We never forced one on him or made him cry it out. When he was a newborn, he didn't go to "sleep" (ha!) until 11 or midnight, just to wake up in a few hours. Then, magically after a few weeks he was basically sleeping through the night! Oh sweet sleep, how I missed you. But, as it goes with these things, a few weeks ago he began waking up again once around 4. I can't say I mind too much as I know this is pretty good, all things considered. And as a bonus, he is down every night between 7 and 8 so we get a good amount of "adult time" in the evenings. But this said, his schedule definitely makes everyone happier. I've never been a scheduling person and for this reason didn't want to force one on him, but in the magical world of baby he managed to figure out what works best for him. And now we are all waking up together.