Month: February 2011
Sniffle, Sniffle
Something that I have always struggled with, regarding my little man, is colds. Or rather, sniffly noses. Or rather, a sniffly nose. To clarify, we aren’t talking about my nose… but about my son’s. The poor dude apparently has some allergies and gets congested rather frequently. He also catches colds rather regularly, or at least
Time to Learn, Grow, Change & Stand Firm
Have you ever noticed that sometimes, when you have gotten out of a relationship or a situation and had some time to think or breathe, you start to notice things that you didn’t notice before? Sometimes you realize that things were better than you had originally thought. Sometimes you look back and realize that things
Fond Memories
This morning was the first morning in a while that I woke up in my parent’s house. They did a wonderful job preparing for us. My folks had a brand new bed ready in the guest room, the port-a-crib set up, a television/dvd player ready for our baby movies, a rocking recliner (like I have
Traveling Together
As I am typing, I am sitting up on a brand new memory foam mattress in the dark, listening to my son breathing deeply and cars driving down the neighborhood roads. I have a dull reminder of a horrid headache that I had earlier, but am, myself, very comfortable. I am home, in my other
The Little Man of the House
My little munchkin is growing, so fast! He is sitting on the floor, playing with his camera, wearing his 24 month pajamas. Yep, I said 24 month. The legs are long, but fitted with tight bottoms and are designed for a thin 2 year old (I think) and so he fits the bill. In this
Resting and Rejuvenating
My little munchkin has never been easy to put to bed. I remember many an evening of singing at the top of my lungs to try to have him hear me over his screaming. He nurses and snuggles and relaxes until he realizes he’s falling asleep and then he starts to fight it, with all
Wee Little Fingers, Eyes are Shut Tight
I take a lot of photos. Not as many as I did when my son was first born. They are so much easier to photograph when they can’t squirm out of your arms or crawl away… or, for that matter, run. A startled baby responding to a flash is a completely different creature than a