Sunday, December 24, 2006

Christmas Love Letter


Dear Little Man...


Yep, that's your name. That's the most-used nickname. And I bet we'll use it for years to come, or at least until I have another baby that happens to be a boy. But don't worry, not anytime soon.

Merry Christmas Eve! Guess what happened tonight, two-thousand-some years ago? This awesome, awesome baby was born in this little bitty Podunk town called Bethlehem. And someday, he's going to play a very big part in your life. He already does, you just don't know it yet. Or maybe you know better than we all think, because you just came from there, so He's probably still fresh in your mind. I bet your Paw-Paw is still fresh in your mind too. But anyhow, this is your first Christmas. You got lots and lots of awesome gifts from everyone in the family.

Yesterday you wore your first 3-6month outfit. I still can't believe how fast you're growing up. Sometimes I just sit and hold your newborn clothes that don't fit... those super-cute outfits I put on you week after week... and I just can't let them go. But at the same time, I'm looking at all your 3-6 and 6-9month clothes, and I'm just so excited about you wearing them. It's just amazing to me that you're growing up so fast.

Last night you rolled over for the first time, from your back to your left side to your stomach. I'm sure it helped a little that you were rolling toward me in the bed, and I'm sure my massive weight was probably creating a helping angle for you, but still... you're reaching milestone after milestone. Before I know it, you'll want me to take you out of the sling and put you down so you can crawl, and eventually walk... and you'll walk around the house, then out of the house... into your first classroom then across the stage to get your diploma (hopefully)... then back down the aisle with your wife (or husband, who knows) and out of my life. All I can do is pray that, with all this walking, you never forget to walk back into my arms every once in awhile... because I know you need me, but the truth is, I need you, too.

Please don't grow up too fast. I already miss you and you haven't even started crawling yet.

Thank you for teaching me the value of time, especially of quality time... because I'll be spending as much of it with you as I can, before it all slips away.

Love,
Mama

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Today's subject: They shot you up today, baby.

Hey there, Little Man!

Today you got to go see Dr. H, which you loved... and get three needles in your legs, which you hated. I'm sure you hated it, because you cried in a way I'd never heard you cry before. I could have sworn that you didn't even breathe between the first and the third needle, you just had your face scrunched up and red with your mouth wide open in shock. But then you got two glittery band-aids, a yummy liquid shot down your throat (something to keep you healthy, supposedly), and the nurses ran out of the room. I swiftly attached your mouth to your breast (because they are not MY breasts anymore, no no no) and everything was okay again.

You're not stupid. You knew something bad was going to happen today, so you didn't sleep but for TWO HOURS last night. You knew that, if I was tired enough, I'd call and reschedule your appointment to a more appropriate time, and you could avoid the needles a little longer. But I won. I am half asleep here at 2pm, but I WON. And now you're good to go until mid-February.

You're really smart, too. We've developed a good system at home... you don't even have to cry most of the time for me to know that you want your nee-nee. And because of that, you usually spit up less. However, the general public doesn't know that.

I can see your "I want it" cues from across the room, but sometimes, people will say "No, he's not hungry, he's not crying"... well, if I feed you once you start crying, you'll spit it all back up. It's called air. This also happens when I'm in a public place, and whoever I'm with is uncomfortable with me nourishing you (see, honey, there are a lot of perverts in this world that think of breasts as sexual playthings and nothing more). This person will usually insist that I try a pacifier, or just wait until we are in a more "suitable" location. By then, you're usually howling, and I can't even get you to latch on right... not to mention a million more people are staring at the screaming baby.

The other thing people tend to say is "No, he's not hungry, he just ate"... Sure, you may have just eaten a huge meal, but sometimes you want a snack, or you're thirsty. Or, hey, sometimes you just want to use me as a human pacifier... you're not a big fan of fake pacifiers, unless someone warm is holding it in your mouth for you.

So I'm sorry for all those times when people wait until you're screaming to hand you back. I know what you want, and as soon as I get you I'll give it to you... whether we're in a tattoo parlor, the mall, a restaurant, or even church... we'll work our way back to the front pew so you can start hearing Bro. D again, and people will either learn to get over it or take a look at themselves instead... Jesus was breastfeed, too.

Well, you're asleep. daddy's asleep, Bug's asleep. I guess I'd better take this opportunity to catch up, eh? Just don't pull another stunt like last night... I promise, no more needles for two months.

Love
Mama, your all-you-can-eat-24-hour-nee-nee-buffet

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Monthly Love Letter: Month Two

Dear Boudreaux...

Yesterday you turned two months old. I know I'm a day late, but this won't be the last time it happens, so I hope you'll learn how to forgive good and early.

Something truly amazing has happened to you in the last month: you've come to LIFE! It all started on November 18th... Daddy, you, Aunt Bug, and I went to Atlanta to see your Grampy and Chio (who would prefer to be called "Aunt Chio" even though she is totally your grandma). You got passed around quite a bit, until Chio held you. I don't know what she said to you (Mama is German, not Mexican), but you gave her the BIGGEST grin! It was your first "responsive" smile... the first one that wasn't just caused by your tooting. The next day, you were smiling at everyone!

But it was about a week later that the really cool stuff started to happen... I was in the kitchen, getting something to eat, while you were in the swing in the living room. I heard this SOUND that I had NEVER heard before... it sounded like a screaming frog! I ran into the room, panicked that something horrible had happened to you... and you were just grinning at the Christmas tree! You were LAUGHING! After my heart returned to its normal rate, I realized that you were carrying on an entire conversation with this light-covered shrub. You have learned the fine art of communication, even if it is mostly with inanimate objects.

We also had our first few "assidents" this month. The first one was just on the changing table, and it got on the pretty green cover and the clippy straps. The second one was in the car, after you got done eating. This one was to your shoulders, on your feet and hands and ears, and Daddy and I had to cleverly clean you up IN the car. Thank God for the case of wipes in the trunk! The last one was at Aunt KK's... your diaper was super-wet, so I had opened it on my lap (you were fussing about it... or I thought you were). Well, it was just sitting on you, not velcroed, and I heard The Sound. I let you finish, thinking that it was all contained, then I changed your diaper (moving you DELICATELY) on a white towel. There was NO POO on the towel. NONE.
NADA. So explain to me, please, how I had MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF POO ON MY BRAND NEW KHAKI PANTS!? I had to strip down right there and SHOUT it all out.

Your "colic" has gotten better. You don't cry as much, but then we've been carrying you more (you know, like all those "third world country" moms that always carry their babies, and don't understand WHY American babies cry...). We think you might have a little reflux problem, because you spit up a little more than most babies. You've been sleeping through most of every night, only waking up at 3am to welcome Daddy home from work (THANK YOU).

And every morning, at about 8am, you'll wake up and start cooing to yourself. Daddy and I will look at you, and listen to you tell us about your dreams. You'll look up at us like this every morning, grinning and making all those cute little baby noises, and making us realize how truly blessed we are... even when you do spit up all over us.

Love,
Mama


post will be edited at later date to include pictures (dialup here at the moment)