Reasons Why My Son is Laughing

     K is hilarious. He is only 13 months so he isn't cracking jokes yet, but he will. He makes me laugh every day. Even when I am trying to be stern. He knows I am a sucker for his laugh, and he uses it to his advantage. Mark my words. Here are a few reasons why my son is laughing:

1. He farted. From an early age boys think farts are funny. It is the times where he doesn't laugh afterwards that I approach with caution. Admit it. Baby farts are funny; sometimes impressive.

2. The dog stuck his tongue up his nose. Not his own...K's. K likes to get dog kisses. He especially laughs when the dog covers his face and gets all up his nose. Keep in mind it is WWIII when I try to wipe K's nose. But it's A-Okay when the dog does it.

3. He plays a challenging game of "catch the dog by the tail". Haha. This poor dog. I laugh just thinking about it. K likes to stand behind the dog and try to catch the dog's wagging tail. Sometimes he catches it, gets a good grip, and doesn't let go; which causes the dog to turn in circles. Does K let go? No. He hangs on for the ride. When he cannot catch his tail, he will just stand there and let the dog smack him repeatedly in the face. Mind you, the dog weighs 100 pounds...

4. I am trying to correct behavior. This one is my fault. For example, I was getting us ready to leave for the day; me to work and him to his sitter's house. I'm gathering our things and he is being too quiet. I go out to the kitchen and find him in the middle of the floor, covered in water and sitting in a puddle. He is not supposed to play in the dog's bowls and yet he is gleefully swinging an empty bowl around his head. How can you not laugh at that? So I pick him up to go change his clothes, except he is dripping so I am carrying him straight-arm in front of me. He puts his head back and laughs all the way to the bedroom...he knows...

5. My killer dance moves. We have dance parties. Watch out when Billie Jean comes on...just sayin'. ;)

You know you're a...

I thought this would be a fun list. And I am sure the majority of you will relate. I call it "You know you're a mom/ grown-up when...".

Let's get started, shall we?

You know you're a mom/ grown-up when...

1. You get excited to see a parenting magazine in the mail instead of the latest Cosmo.

2. The only bottle you are willing and able to pass around is full of formula.

3. You used to be able to go for days on just a few hours sleep. Now you need days worth of sleep to make it a few hours.

4. A sloppy, drool kiss from a boy makes your day instead of ruins it.

5. Saturday nights are spent at home playing peek-a-boo instead of going out to meet-a-boo.

6. No matter how much you try to avoid mom hair, you look in a mirror a week later and realize things haven't changed, moved, or been brushed.

7. When you hear a crying baby you run towards it, not away from it.

8. Diaper commercials make you tear up. I do feel pretty, oh, so pretty. (This commercial makes me think of Kendrick when he wakes up in the morning. He grins huge!)

9. and lastly, you feel no shame in going to bed before 9 p.m.

Feel free to add yours to list! I appreciate humor :)

Awwwww, baby vomit!!

     Once in a while I like to do a recap on where I am in this significant journey we call mommy hood. I was thinking about how much my life has changed, how much my perspective has changed, and how gross babies really are...unless they are yours. Then boogers are cute.

     I gave up on sleep, and doing my hair. Make up on my face is a long lost dream. I had been trying to paint my toes for two weeks. Finally got that done. How bad is it that I felt a huge sense of accomplishment once the paint dried...on my toes, and carpet, and crib skirt? If you knew to look for it, you would see a pink trail from my living room couch into my son's room. So much for that nap.

Here are some more of my favorite things so far:

1. I laugh at throw up. And myself. And me covered in throw up. Because of this I have a burp cloth in every nook and cranny in the house. We were having a snuggle fest about two months back. While laying in the middle of our king-size bed, I was on my back with Kendrick on me tummy to tummy. He likes this because he can drool on my face better. We were playing and laughing, and he burped in my face. We chuckled.
     He then proceeded to throw up all over my chest. I was in a tank top. And I couldn't help but laugh when the most glorious grin spread across his face and he started laughing so hard he was shaking my stomach. So I found myself in a predicament- middle of the bed, on my back covered in throw up, gross baby, and nothing to clean him or me up with.
     I gingerly roll him off of me, let him lay there and laugh. I began the slow, agonizing journey of scooting toward the edge of the bed...on my back. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a laundry basket full of clothes sitting next to my wall. Eureka!! I get close to the edge, stick out my foot, and snag a tank top with my toes. I figured I came this far, why not make it fancy and flip the tank top up to the bed and catch it! Success. I managed to clean up the mess without getting any on the bed. Ninja-mom skills.

2. Silly me! The butter doesn't go in the dishwasher. You do funny things when you are tired. Or beyond tired. Or in a zombie state of sleep deprivation. I am usually sharp. On top of my game. Not so much anymore.
     Nick usually makes the coffee in the morning because he starts work sooner. One morning I was up making a bottle, and being the semi-awesome girlfriend that I am, chose to make the coffee so he could lay in bed a few extra minutes. Got it all together; all that was left was adding the coffee grounds. So naturally I grabbed the formula and started scooping it in. Mmm.
     While cleaning the kitchen, I have put the toaster in the refrigerator and the butter in the dishwasher. Yup. I think Nick looks forward to hearing me start cracking up randomly because he knows he is about to hear something good!

3. Mom brain. There is no cure. But it is a great excuse. Don't really have to explain this one. Mom brain is a convenient thing if you have done something stupid or forgetful and need to displace blame.

4. No matter how crappy a day or week has been, I have my boys and they have me. Sometimes, I even get flowers out of the deal. Kendrick went flower shopping with Grandma B. He waited until they were in the car to pick mine out. And by that I mean, he reached over to the planter on the seat next to him and disembodied some petunias on the trip home :) Luckily, Dad got me roses too because that poor petunia didn't last very long!

So this is where I am...

I have had a few months to reflect back on, and frankly, I am surprised. Things I was ready for I haven't experienced, and have dealt with things I wasn't expecting. And I never thought I would second guess myself so much. But, I am happily bumbling my way through it all. And it has been interesting.

So, from my experience so far, these are things I would like to share.

1. Sleepless nights aren't as horrible as they sound.  Yes, the next day sucks, but you get through it. Whether having a baby was planned or not, you will do anything and everything for them. And if that means walking the halls, singing, bouncing, rocking, and feeling the disappointment of having to start over because he woke up when you put him down... then so be it. We were all helpless at one point in our lives, and thankfully we had someone get us through it. At least that is what I tell myself when sleep deprivation comes lurking.

2. Your inner beast will awaken, and she will be fierce. I knew I was going to be a mama bear, but I never realized how primal I would feel. I feel like I am walking around constantly "armed and ready" even though I know that my son is okay and safe. I fear for the person that wrongly crosses my path.

3. I know it's love because I'm paranoid. I look at my son and along with the positive emotions I get, I get what some would consider negative emotions. Such as, paranoia, protectiveness, and sometimes possessive. Those emotions would undoubtedly ruin any other type of relationship. But when it comes to my son, I feel those "negative" things because I LOVE him.

4. Some women feel that instant bond. Others don't. I didn't. We all hear stories of that moment when the baby is placed on a mother's chest and they feel an instant bond and a glow. I felt none of that. I felt relief first. Relief of the process being over. And I remember thinking "I'm not pregnant anymore". I felt elation and recognition. There was love there of course. He was the son I had been waiting to meet. Lastly, I felt disappointed that I didn't feel that bond some women so fondly speak of. Day one and I already felt like a bad mom. My time spent in the hospital, I searched for it. Through the daze of adrenaline and exhaustion, I knew it was there. It wasn't until a week after he was home that it clicked for me. After greedily eating a meal in my lap, he dozed off into a milk coma, with a sleepy smile. And I cried. I knew it wasn't hormones. This was what I was looking for. That moment when everything I had in my lap nestled in my heart. And it has been growing unabound ever since.

5. My heart is no longer my own. It's true when they say that having a child is choosing to have your heart walk around outside your body. I was on the phone, catching up with my sister, and she asked me what I had been up to. Nothing. Work and taking care of baby are all I do. She jokingly said "I want to know your heart and soul". Without hesitation I said "Well, my soul is laying next to me drinking a bottle". And it was true. I looked down at his handsome face and saw myself. A formula covered, drooling version of myself!

6. Stretch marks are something to be worn. I used to worry about body image, and when I got pregnant I knew I was in for an anatomical revamp. Now I don't mind. My stretch marks are battle scars. Stripes of courage, and badges of honor. I wear them with pride because the reason I got them is worth more than anything I could imagine.

7. My life has been consumed by everything baby. And not in the sense of diaper changes and bottles. He is always at the forefront of my mind. I smile when I pull into the driveway when I have been at work all day. I check on him sleeping and hope he is having sweet baby dreams. I force myself to only text my babysitter once to see how he is doing, because I could easily blow up their phone all day. Some may say I'm obsessed. But how could I not be? Being a mom to him is amazing.

8. There will be no need to hire a clown for birthday parties. I am said clown. It's amazing the ridiculous antics I have been reduced to just to hear him laugh and see his smile. My lack of dancing skills and face contortions are apparently funny to my son.

I could actually go on and on, but I will stop here. After all, it's only been almost 4 months. There will be lots more to talk about!!

Pinterest may end up raising my child...

     ...because I have an addiction to pinning.

     Wow! It does feel better to get it out!! Only 11 more steps until I'm cured. I have found some awesome ideas I want to try once the little one gets here. I seriously feel bad for this kid. This is a board that I started on my Pinterest dedicated to my son. I am curious to see if and how some of these tips and tricks work.

     I have an endless list of crafts and DIY I want to do, and absolutely zero motivation to do any of it. I feel like once it is pinned to my board it is finished. His nursery would probably rock if I ever got around to doing it.

     I am hoping to at least curb this addiction so I am not chasing my son around with thumb tacks and post it notes, screaming "But I saw this on Pinterest!!"
 
     I can see it now. One day, he will be cruising the internet on some contraption that his out of touch mother will not understand, and he is going to come across his childhood. All neatly arranged on a virtual cork board. That's right, sweetheart. Your mom is a big, fat cheater.

    

    

   

Just the beginning...

     I found out we were pregnant when I was 7 weeks along. Nick was in Chicago. I was home trying to figure out either the best place to hide or when I was going to tell him. Even though we had known each other for years (he is my brother's best friend) we had not been dating very long. You would think one would be an emotional wreck, terrified at the prospect of having a child with no immediate plans of one whatsoever. Not me. Call me a freak but the hours I sat home alone that night were probably the most at peace hours I have ever experienced in my life. It was just me and my baby. Something in me shifted and settled and I felt whole.

     Then reality hit. Holy crap!!! I'm gonna have a baby!!! A BABY!!!! Who in their right mind would let me have one of those?! Fast forward to a few minutes later ...hmmm. This could be fun. This world could use a mini me...*insert Dr. Evil laugh. And that has been my outlook ever since.

 *19 week ultrasound. It's a boy! And he's puttin' up a peace sign :)

     I am now 30 weeks along and we are anxiously awaiting the arrival of our son, Kendrick John. He has already changed me and he isn't even here yet. I am still one of the most funny, completely inappropriate people I know ;) but I now have a sense of calm I thought I would never achieve. Zen if you will. Until I start craving a cinnamon sugar donut. Then all hell breaks loose. Not really. But I do get primal when it comes to dessert.

     I thought it would be interesting to share my experience. So far it hasn't been all sunshine and roses, but it has had some great moments. I will be forever teased about the time I transformed into a raging carnivore and wanted to do nothing but tear apart chunks of meat because I was so hungry and we had driven by a Buffalo Wild Wings.

*Me and Kendrick at 25 weeks :)

     So come along on my journey with me if you would like. I'm sure there will be something in these blog posts you can relate to :)