Pardon my french but I can not resist but saying anything but Holy Shit! Please excuse the delay in my post but quite frankly we have had not just one month, but almost three months of hell here in the beautiful land of Auburn Hills. Now don't get me wrong, this does not mean that I love my son any less, but our dear Lord above decided to curse this house with one infection after another this winter!!!! Sam has literally been sick since Thanksgiving. He's been tested twice for RSV, chest xray for pnemonia, and pertussis all with negative results thankfully. However he has had this constant rattling in his chest and cough and the Doc had referred us to a Pulmonologist. I can say as of today I have canceled this appointment as we have had 3 days of health so I'm staying positive.
On top of all this fun, in the past week, our precious dog ate our carpet, then got in the cat box which always results in some disgusting bowel movements, and I was wiped out with another cold. I've been fighting it now for at least a week but appear to be on the tail end of things. With hopes to put this all behind us, I have literally washed everything in this house that can be washed: coats, gloves, sheets, blankets, teething rings, stuffed animals. Then moved onto cleaning the house from top to bottom and opening the windows with this beautiful 60 degree weather. It's like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Now that that's off my chest another Holy Shit my son is just about to crawl! Brant is betting by the end of the week but I'll give him a couple. He's become quite the Roly Poly and now that the doc has finally put him on Zantac for his reflux he's become like a new little boy. I mean this little guy thinks just about anything is funny and is full of energy. He's also grown fond of naps too which is a new concept for us. Having a couple of hours during the day for some downtime is really nice I gotta admit. We also have two new little teeth in the house to accomodate that precious little smile. Those, I believe, have been part of the recent fussiness but you know, that's all behind us and there's nothing but some good family fun ahead.
Brant and I have definitely grown a new found respect for parents. Everyone always tells us the first 3-6 months are the hardest and you just have to survive them. I can honestly say the past six months have been some wild and crazy roller coaster ride. There are twists and rolls that leave butterflies in your stomach, but then that horrible dark tunnel that you never think is going to end and leaves you puking over the side. But you come out on the other side and the ride comes to an end as your coast in with the sun shining on your face and the breeze blowing in your hair. We freaking survived it! Hell Yeah! Everything I truely believe is going to be a peice of cake from this day forward and we are going to have the time of our lives. Until we're hopefully blessed with another little bundle of joy and we can muster up enough energy to do this again.
Here's "Tons of Fun" working his mo-jo.......and Sam-man doing his thing :)
*(ba ha ha, sorry Brant, couldn't resist)
*Stayed tuned for the cutest pic's that you have ever seen
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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Sunday, January 2, 2011
Happy New Year!
For the first time in my life I was actaully sad to bring in the New Year. 2010 has been such a remarkable and unforgetable year that it brought me to tears. Brant and I were surrounded by our close friends as usual. This time, however, was a bit different. We usually walk in the front door with nothing but booze and our appetizer. This year I felt like we took over the place with an almost 20 lb baby in his car seat, blankets, toys, pack n play, diaper bag, christmas presents, and of course I forgot the app. So the party starts at 7 and Brant and I were the first ones in and the first ones out. Sam and I played for a while and then I put him to sleep around eight. As I held my sleeping baby in my arms and gave him an early new years kiss, I got to thinking again how amazing this little guy is and I still can't believe he's my boy. I still can't believe that the answer to all my prayers finally came true and Brant and I welcomed our first born this year which then led me to tears... again. So needless to say I'm sad to see it go but more thankful than ever for our blessings in 2010. I'm starting to picture myself rocking a 5 year old Sam to sleep who's outgrown our chair and still crying in just sheer joy.
To all of our friends and family, I can only hope that your 2011 can bring you as much joy as our 2010. Cheers to health, wealth, and happiness!
To all of our friends and family, I can only hope that your 2011 can bring you as much joy as our 2010. Cheers to health, wealth, and happiness!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Baby's First Christmas
First we started our christmas season off with a nasty virus that was thought to be R.S.V. (twice) and sent us to the Urgent Care center a week before Christmas. This resulted in breathing treatments every 4 hours for several days. With working fulltime and being a "still new" mom, it's needless to say that I barely had enough time to buy gifts for my loved ones. At this time I throw my hands up and have confidence in my friends and family that Sam will bring home everything he had on his little list.Christmas eve we had ventured to our neighbors for a little gathering with friends. I gave Sam his last bottle and he was alseep in his punkin seat by 8:30....... then up at 9. Smiling from ear to ear like he just couldn't stand to miss anything from the party. I proceed to take him downstairs where he laughed and giggled some more with daddy. We both decide to call it an early night so we could get some rest for the big day. I rocked him in our chair and he was back asleep by 9:45.... aaaand up at 10:30, but not for long. Then again at 12:30 when he proceeded to scream his head off for a solid hour. Dad and I went in his room in 15 minute increments to calm him and give him bink, we did give him a 3oz bottle in there but didn't fall back asleep until 1:30. I think to myself, "ah, finally.... at least I can sleep in tomorrow". then up at 3:30 and one more time for the grand finale at 7am! MERRY CHRISTMAS FOLKS!
So it didn't really go anything like what I had imagined in my head, however, we still enjoyed every second of it. Well except the part where we wake up numerous times a night of course. I dressed Sam up like Santa at least 4 times, and we trotted around town in his Santa hat for a month. We visited all our friends and all our family and proudly entered each gathering with our bouncing baby boy. He's full of smiles, and giggles now and is the most precious little gift that I have ever recieved. At the end of the day, baby boy still made out all right even w/ out getting a gift from mom and dad. I guess he has everyone fooled about being on this so called "nice list".
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Boys Will Be Boys
Sam has now learned how to make (the politcally correct term would be..) rasberries. In our house we call these fart noises and he's obssessed. I remember the first little smile that I saw was following my fart noises, his first little giggle was the result of the fart noises and now that he can do it it is an all day and all night affair!
Ha-Lare-EE-Us!
Ha-Lare-EE-Us!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Four Months Old!
Let's see......... in the first couple of weeks at Miss Val's Sam brought home his first cold, then the flu, and then another cold. He's been in pretty good spirits for the most part so it hasn't been too bad. However, we've had several nights of no sleep but as I type this blog the last two nights he has only gotten up one time. Thank God! Also in the past month, baby boy has found his hands and feet, learned to roll over, learned how to gurgle, started eating cereal, and was baptised! To most this probably doesn't sound as exciting as me, but these are all major milestones of a child's development. Rather than bore you with details of each of these little treasured moments, I've just posted some of the footage:
Gurgles
Handsies
I've successfully got him to laugh out loud twice, but yet to capture than on film. Now we are approaching our first Thanksgiving together as a family. It was a year ago that we found out we were expecting this little bundle of joy! It has been even better than I expected. After four months, I still cry when he's sleeping in my arms out of sheer joy. He is just too sweet for words, and I feel more blessed than I could even explain. Now on to sitting, crawling, and creating a plastic bubble for him to grow up in.
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