I'm not counting down the days anymore like I was at Week 1 when the days and nights were one big blur with sporadic unrestful bouts of sleep. At almost 8 months, I'm asking time to slow down. Let me memorize his face, his chubby feet, and baby fat that Rob and I would (fake) chomp on to make him laugh. Even his cries. As much as they make my teeth clench and stir my stress, I try to appreciate this all. I've grown used to having a little bit of sleepiness constant throughout my days. Operating, nonetheless. And skipping the naps.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
The longest fastest year ever.
Hands down, 2014 was the year that picked me up, threw me against the wall, forced me to get up and run as fast as I can. Does everyone have this year? The one that challenges you to operate under extreme sleep deprived, unshowered, unsettled conditions right after your dog just died and you don't have a proper place to put all your clothes? The year where you find yourself cramming as much into 4:30 PM - 5:18 PM (sometimes 5:26 PM) so you can push off picking up the baby from daycare. It's the baby you love so much but are terrified about spending two bewitching hours with? Add to that, your husband is operating on fumes because his work and work people suck every ounce of patience, hard work, and diligence out of him with no appreciation in the end. Not to mention, he has a nasty, anxiety-filled, pre-dawn to sundown commute each day to that nasty workplace.
But then there are those moments.
When he finally slept thru the night and you are thinking your wildest dreams have come true.
When we are scared to death of stopping the dreamfeed. But we do. And it is ok.
When he finally smiles.
When he rolls over.
When he grabs the milk bottle off the counter and shoves it in his mouth.
When you realize the monkey with the pacifier is, like, gold.
When he crawls.
When you think he actually said "bye dad." (But he really didn't).
When he starts to take on a personality and is truly interested in dogs and lights and photo holiday cards.
When he's onto you with which remote controls actually control the tv.
When he eats the food you make.
Taking those first few steps are incredible.
When he lays down with you.
When Baby Einstein DVDs do their job.
When it's silent in the house.
When you walk into his room while he sleeps because you've already missed.
But then there are those moments.
When he finally slept thru the night and you are thinking your wildest dreams have come true.
When we are scared to death of stopping the dreamfeed. But we do. And it is ok.
When he finally smiles.
When he rolls over.
When he grabs the milk bottle off the counter and shoves it in his mouth.
When you realize the monkey with the pacifier is, like, gold.
When he crawls.
When you think he actually said "bye dad." (But he really didn't).
When he starts to take on a personality and is truly interested in dogs and lights and photo holiday cards.
When he's onto you with which remote controls actually control the tv.
When he eats the food you make.
Taking those first few steps are incredible.
When he lays down with you.
When Baby Einstein DVDs do their job.
When it's silent in the house.
When you walk into his room while he sleeps because you've already missed.
Birthday time!
Milo turned the big 0-1 on Feb 7. We celebrated his dol last weekend with close friends and family at the Foster City Rec Center. It was a beautiful, sunny, droughtlike winter day. 70 ish degrees. Aside from a few minor stresses, like no nap for Milo, me not bringing my cell phone, Tina showing up at the wrong rec center, Mom super snappy, Patty picking up Ravioli House food slightly late and in-communicado...all went pretty well.
Few odd things I'll remember...
- poster sized baby fotos for pin the mustache on the Milo game
- audio mishap with the video projector. A little disappointed that the youtube video I put together wasn't presented exactly the way I wanted. Especially because it took me forever to learn iMovie
- not knowing how to explain to my family that Ali has no hair now
- Ryan winning the dol game
- Milo choosing a hockey stick (WHAT?!?!?!)
- Meeting QM and DM (Hao's kids)
- Elijah doing, gimme five, down low, into space, IN YOUR FACE!!!
- Eimo, enjoying strolling Milo around
- Rob Gavin Newsom-ing Milo's hair
- Daisy looking like she just stepped out of a salon
- Greg's blessing to Milo
- Eva and Ella in matching peach spring dresses
- Bowie missing his nap to come to the party!
- Christine coming down kids-free to a one year old birthday party (WHAT?!?!?!)
- Jeanne not being able to make it cuz she's stuck in newborn purgatory
- Dad laying back, taking it in.
It was a great day! We are now getting used to walking into a room and finding Baby Milo walking and "numchucking" two remote controls, like he's been ninja-ing for years!
Few odd things I'll remember...
- poster sized baby fotos for pin the mustache on the Milo game
- audio mishap with the video projector. A little disappointed that the youtube video I put together wasn't presented exactly the way I wanted. Especially because it took me forever to learn iMovie
- not knowing how to explain to my family that Ali has no hair now
- Ryan winning the dol game
- Milo choosing a hockey stick (WHAT?!?!?!)
- Meeting QM and DM (Hao's kids)
- Elijah doing, gimme five, down low, into space, IN YOUR FACE!!!
- Eimo, enjoying strolling Milo around
- Rob Gavin Newsom-ing Milo's hair
- Daisy looking like she just stepped out of a salon
- Greg's blessing to Milo
- Eva and Ella in matching peach spring dresses
- Bowie missing his nap to come to the party!
- Christine coming down kids-free to a one year old birthday party (WHAT?!?!?!)
- Jeanne not being able to make it cuz she's stuck in newborn purgatory
- Dad laying back, taking it in.
It was a great day! We are now getting used to walking into a room and finding Baby Milo walking and "numchucking" two remote controls, like he's been ninja-ing for years!
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