The days are flying by quicker than I can even begin to imagine. I thought staying home with FI would slow things down a lot but apparently not. Miss Fi brings me joy every minute of every day. But enough mushy stuff. Maybe.
Our house is very quiet during the day. I try to watch very little TV since I have so many other things I should be doing. And I just don't ever think to turn on music. It's sad. I know you are supposed to talk to your baby a lot but I find it awkward and I have to really remind myself about that often. Too often. Don't get me wrong, I do play and talk with Miss Fi but there are a lot of times I am doing things with her in complete silence. Like lunch time. Ever since we got the service to make us look like we are in the states internet wise (yes thats the technical term) I am able to use great websites like Pandora but end up forgetting more than I actually use it.
Fi is talking a lot more lately which is good. She tends to be very quiet. Granted, I find nothing wrong with that but am glad to hear her babbling once in a while. Right now, she is playing with her phone sounding like an airplane.
With all this quiet, I have a lot of time to think. And for some reason, I've been strangely emotional lately. I think it has to do with the blogs I've been following about the EB babies. http://patriceandmattwilliams.blogspot.com/ and http://randycourtneytripproth.blogspot.com/ and I find myself really appreciating my healthy and happy and EASY baby. Reading about the short time these moms know they are going to have with their little babies is helping me to appreciate the small moments with Fi. It also has been making me really sad about her not being "little" anymore. While she is only 7 months (next week) she no longer is that small baby that would lay in my arms for hours content to sleep or relax. She is starting to be really active, crawling farther every day. (We REALLY need to get on that baby proofing) Oh man, it was so easy before crawling.
On a completely different side note: I thought making her own baby food was going to be a LOT more complicated than it really is. Donovan and I spent Friday night (after she went to bed) making baby food together and it was such an enjoyable time. It was nice to spend time talking and laughing instead of watching TV like we tend to do in the evenings. And on top of a great night with the hubby, we have baby food in the freezer to last us quite a while. I've introduced a second solid food feeding and it is working out really well. Yesterday, we even did three. She seems to really enjoy feedings. She eats everything I give her and seems to love it all. We eat oatmeal every day which she loves and then I try to do at least two other veggies each day. I don't feed her fruit very often. I want her to get a good taste of vegetables before and our selection of fruits is VERY limited on this island. We decided to see how she would do with leeks (not by themselves but mixed with potatoes) and I really didn't think she would like it all that much since the smell of onion was really strong. Yet she ate it up just like everything else. She even loved the strong curry soup at Sam's which really surprised me. I think the next session of baby food making is going to include spices to...umm... spice things up a bit. Sorry, that was bad. Forgive me.
She is also doing really good at drinking out of a regular cup and is always so interested in what I am drinking. I let her try a tiny bit of my chocolate soy milk and she went crazy trying to get more. Oh man! Don't worry, as this will not be a regular drink choice. Just a little treat once in a GREAT while.
I cannot believe she will be 7 months next week. The lyric "Slow it down, make it stop, or else my heart is gonna pop!" JUST came on Pandora and it sums up things nicely. (The song is The Show by Lenka if you are wondering)
I hope everyone stops to enjoy the small moments this week. Stop and smell the roses so to speak. Whether it be with your husband, your child, or even the gorgeous day as you are walking to your car.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Celebrating Daddy
Fi loves her Daddy. You can tell by the way she lights up when she sees him, or how she follows him with her eyes as he walks around the room. They have a special bond that I would have never imagined from my husband.
While I have always loved my husband with all of my heart for the last (almost) 9 years we have been married, I was always unsure about how he would be with a child. Being an only child himself, he hadn't been around babies much and had never held one. In the last few years, opportunities have come up but he decided that since he had waited this long, might as well wait until he had his own child to hold him/her first. Unfortunately, having the rough labor we did, I was left on an operating table while they stitched me back up when he got the chance and so I missed it mys
elf. I've seen the pictures though. He's never really spoken of it, being a man and all, but I know it was a special moment.
In our years of being together, he always told me he was fine not having children. Again, being a man, he didn't feel any clock ticking and had no real attachment to other kids so I can see where this stemmed from. And the first few years of our marriage, I hadn't given it much thought either. When I finally came to him asking to try, he was reluctant but gave in, I think mostly to keep me happy.
Once we found out we were pregnant, he had to rewrite the future he always saw and had to somehow incorporate a small living creature into his plans. I wasn't sure what to expect of him after our daughter was born but just like everything else he does in life, he does this well. (I could have guessed since he was so amazing throughout the pregnancy and through the labor and delivery.)
Even when our day-old helpless daughter was put into NICU, he stepped up to the plate keeping me strong thoughout the entire 5 days she was stuck there. When we got home and he was back to work, he still managed to help with the night time feedings and deal with me and my raging hormones.
But even all of that doesn't compare to the dad he is today. Before having Fiona, I could never imagine him changing diapers, getting down on all fours to play with a baby, or skip his "me time" to spend time with a baby. And yet he does all of that and more every day. He does more than I ever could to keep this house going. Between full time stressful work, taking
college courses, and playing with Fi in the evenings, he still has time to keep her diapers washed and do dishes on the many occasions I fail to do it.
He truly is the foundation that keeps this family together and keeps me going day in and day out. While I fail at so many things in life (have you seen my house lately?), he pushes me to be better.
I know I test his patience regularly and yet he still loves me for who I am (though I'm sure there are many things he would change if he could). I think about a life without him and I come up empty. I never thought my love for him would grow more from having a child.
He gives me Tuesday nights out every week when he might go out once or twice a month. He comes home from a long day at work to continue to work around the house because I failed to do things during the day. He takes pictures without grumbling about it (it was all I could do to get a few photos of us once a year before Fiona was born). He is more than I ever expected in a husband. How did I get so blessed?! (I find myself asking that question regularly)
I am having a hard time trying to say what I want to but it comes down to me being incredibly blessed to have such a wonderful husband and Fiona having such a great dad! We love you so much, DonoMan.
While I have always loved my husband with all of my heart for the last (almost) 9 years we have been married, I was always unsure about how he would be with a child. Being an only child himself, he hadn't been around babies much and had never held one. In the last few years, opportunities have come up but he decided that since he had waited this long, might as well wait until he had his own child to hold him/her first. Unfortunately, having the rough labor we did, I was left on an operating table while they stitched me back up when he got the chance and so I missed it mys
elf. I've seen the pictures though. He's never really spoken of it, being a man and all, but I know it was a special moment.In our years of being together, he always told me he was fine not having children. Again, being a man, he didn't feel any clock ticking and had no real attachment to other kids so I can see where this stemmed from. And the first few years of our marriage, I hadn't given it much thought either. When I finally came to him asking to try, he was reluctant but gave in, I think mostly to keep me happy.
Once we found out we were pregnant, he had to rewrite the future he always saw and had to somehow incorporate a small living creature into his plans. I wasn't sure what to expect of him after our daughter was born but just like everything else he does in life, he does this well. (I could have guessed since he was so amazing throughout the pregnancy and through the labor and delivery.)
Even when our day-old helpless daughter was put into NICU, he stepped up to the plate keeping me strong thoughout the entire 5 days she was stuck there. When we got home and he was back to work, he still managed to help with the night time feedings and deal with me and my raging hormones.
But even all of that doesn't compare to the dad he is today. Before having Fiona, I could never imagine him changing diapers, getting down on all fours to play with a baby, or skip his "me time" to spend time with a baby. And yet he does all of that and more every day. He does more than I ever could to keep this house going. Between full time stressful work, taking
college courses, and playing with Fi in the evenings, he still has time to keep her diapers washed and do dishes on the many occasions I fail to do it.He truly is the foundation that keeps this family together and keeps me going day in and day out. While I fail at so many things in life (have you seen my house lately?), he pushes me to be better.
I know I test his patience regularly and yet he still loves me for who I am (though I'm sure there are many things he would change if he could). I think about a life without him and I come up empty. I never thought my love for him would grow more from having a child.
He gives me Tuesday nights out every week when he might go out once or twice a month. He comes home from a long day at work to continue to work around the house because I failed to do things during the day. He takes pictures without grumbling about it (it was all I could do to get a few photos of us once a year before Fiona was born). He is more than I ever expected in a husband. How did I get so blessed?! (I find myself asking that question regularly)
I am having a hard time trying to say what I want to but it comes down to me being incredibly blessed to have such a wonderful husband and Fiona having such a great dad! We love you so much, DonoMan.
Wow, never thought I would jump back on this blog. It's been ages...if I recall the last post being before we even found out the sex of our new bundle of joy.
And now, Fiona Evelyn is almost 7 months old. Where does the time go? Time really needs to slow down a bit. Not just for enjoying those small moments that we will never get again but also for the day to day. I always run out of time to do the things I need to do every day. Facebook and my iPad games definitely don't help. I feel like the day has just begun and its already 4pm and we are waiting for Daddy to get home. Between my full time school, Miss Fi, and trying to keep this house clean one or more always remains unfinished. And it is always school and housework, which is to be expected since I am not going to neglect my child. However, I do feel myself feeling guilty because I don't play with her enough. She is such an easy going baby and is very independent when her basic needs are taken care of. I find myself taking advantage of that on a regular basis and then spending a lot of time feeling guilty about that. Because of this, I finally unpacked her books box from the move three months ago. Or has it been longer? She seems to really enjoy the reading...at least when she isn't chewing on the corners.
Along with reading, she is doing new things all the time. I keep saying it but we are so close to being on the move. She crawls one or two steps? paces? and then stops. She knows how to do it but something is keeping her from not doing it. While I can't wait to have her crawl, I am also really apprehensive about it. That means a whole new world of not leaving her on the ground so I can go make a bottle, or go to the bathroom, or sit on the couch and read facebook. Not sure what we are going to do when this finally happens. A lot of babyproofing I imagine. I've already caught her putting small things in her mouth that she finds on the ground. It tells me I need to vacuum more. Yet another to add to the long list of things to keep up with.
She is also starting to whine more even though she is fed and rested. She wants attention which I find nothing wrong with but struggle with it when there is something that I really need to finish. She is starting to learn that whining gets attention and even if she is tired she will smile it up when she gets one-on-one time with me or daddy. Mostly daddy. I've heard girls will always be daddy's girls but am finally realizing the entire spectrum of what this means. Yet another reason why I am scared for her crawling because I fear she will always want to go to her daddy. Selfish?, yes. Does it change the fear? No.
I am so close to finishing my degree and need to keep pushing ahead but hate that this year is flying by. Today I found myself crying looking at one of her 3 month shirts that she no longer fits into. Granted, I was already emotional over a "disagreement" Donovan and I were having but it didn't change the fact that I no longer have a little baby that I can hold in my arms and rock.
I want so much for her to be independent and yet a small part of me wants a clingy baby that will lay in my arms, cuddle, and possibly fall asleep. Only a small part, granted, but being independent may mean that she won't come crawling up to me to sit in my lap and hang out with mommy. And that kind of hurts. I guess we will see what the future holds.
On a side note which I've mentioned briefly on FB, she has started doing this head tilt to one side. I'm not sure where she picked it up or why she does it. It makes me laugh every time and I think maybe she continues to do it because it makes me laugh but I'm not sure. Of course, Donovan is worried about it wondering if there is something wrong with her but I highly doubt it since she is going right along with her development. He is a worrywart of a daddy but I wouldn't want him any other way.
And just so this isn't all talky here are a few pics:
I can't believe how much she changes in such a short time.
And now, Fiona Evelyn is almost 7 months old. Where does the time go? Time really needs to slow down a bit. Not just for enjoying those small moments that we will never get again but also for the day to day. I always run out of time to do the things I need to do every day. Facebook and my iPad games definitely don't help. I feel like the day has just begun and its already 4pm and we are waiting for Daddy to get home. Between my full time school, Miss Fi, and trying to keep this house clean one or more always remains unfinished. And it is always school and housework, which is to be expected since I am not going to neglect my child. However, I do feel myself feeling guilty because I don't play with her enough. She is such an easy going baby and is very independent when her basic needs are taken care of. I find myself taking advantage of that on a regular basis and then spending a lot of time feeling guilty about that. Because of this, I finally unpacked her books box from the move three months ago. Or has it been longer? She seems to really enjoy the reading...at least when she isn't chewing on the corners.
Along with reading, she is doing new things all the time. I keep saying it but we are so close to being on the move. She crawls one or two steps? paces? and then stops. She knows how to do it but something is keeping her from not doing it. While I can't wait to have her crawl, I am also really apprehensive about it. That means a whole new world of not leaving her on the ground so I can go make a bottle, or go to the bathroom, or sit on the couch and read facebook. Not sure what we are going to do when this finally happens. A lot of babyproofing I imagine. I've already caught her putting small things in her mouth that she finds on the ground. It tells me I need to vacuum more. Yet another to add to the long list of things to keep up with.
She is also starting to whine more even though she is fed and rested. She wants attention which I find nothing wrong with but struggle with it when there is something that I really need to finish. She is starting to learn that whining gets attention and even if she is tired she will smile it up when she gets one-on-one time with me or daddy. Mostly daddy. I've heard girls will always be daddy's girls but am finally realizing the entire spectrum of what this means. Yet another reason why I am scared for her crawling because I fear she will always want to go to her daddy. Selfish?, yes. Does it change the fear? No.
I am so close to finishing my degree and need to keep pushing ahead but hate that this year is flying by. Today I found myself crying looking at one of her 3 month shirts that she no longer fits into. Granted, I was already emotional over a "disagreement" Donovan and I were having but it didn't change the fact that I no longer have a little baby that I can hold in my arms and rock.
I want so much for her to be independent and yet a small part of me wants a clingy baby that will lay in my arms, cuddle, and possibly fall asleep. Only a small part, granted, but being independent may mean that she won't come crawling up to me to sit in my lap and hang out with mommy. And that kind of hurts. I guess we will see what the future holds.
On a side note which I've mentioned briefly on FB, she has started doing this head tilt to one side. I'm not sure where she picked it up or why she does it. It makes me laugh every time and I think maybe she continues to do it because it makes me laugh but I'm not sure. Of course, Donovan is worried about it wondering if there is something wrong with her but I highly doubt it since she is going right along with her development. He is a worrywart of a daddy but I wouldn't want him any other way.
And just so this isn't all talky here are a few pics:
I can't believe how much she changes in such a short time.
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