Bittersweet Milestones

I love babies!
I love being a mom!

I love the new little people that are created through the love of their parents. The new baby smell amazes me and is so calming (somehow they all manage to smell the same when they're brand new). This little being who is completely reliant on others and who loves/trusts unconditionally, they really show us without doing a thing other than being what we should all strive for in life. That is completely loving, trusting and yes even reliant on others so as not to become self-centered and egotistical but to always strive to be the best we can and to help others be the best persons they can be. Sure I can do without the spit-up, drool, poop and the colic I really don't care for...overall though babies are the best thing in life.

Somethings on this journey, however, are bittersweet. Watching babies grow is miraculous....I don't care what anyone says I enjoy finding miracles in the simplest things in life and even with the biology/science behind it the way everything works in our bodies is miraculous! This little infant who goes from not being able to do anything but breathe, suckle, pee/poop and mostly sleep to holding their heads up, grabbing things, mouthing things, crawling, sitting, standing, walking, talking, somewhat independent toddlers (in no particular order). These little milestones are truly bittersweet and remain so for the rest of our lives. Bitter because we remember and in some ways miss the baby, the smell, something cute that stands out from those precious moments, the reality of the fact that the baby will one day become an adult and no longer be living at home or the milestone itself may be what we miss...seeing the wonderment and look of achievement on our little ones face. Sweet because it's a moment when a "FIRST" has taken place and we only get so many of those in our life.

Simon has been crawling for a few months, pulling up on the furniture for a month and a half and today he cut his first tooth. Next stop walking and table food...they grow too fast!

Simon's first tooth (7 months)

LACK OF...

CONTROL 

 Don't you mess with a little girl's dream

'Cause she's liable to grow up mean

Surprised you to find that I'm laughing?
You thought that you'd find me in tears
You thought I'd be crawling the walls
Like a tiny mosquito and trembling in fear

Well you may be king for the moment
But I am a queen understand
And I've got your pawns and your bishops
And castles
All inside the palm of my hand

While you were looking the other way
While you had your eyes closed
While you were licking your lips
'Cause I was miserable
While you were selling your soul
While you were tearing a hole in me

I was taking control

Now I have taken control
Now I have taken control...

This is beginning to feel good
Watching you squirm in your shoes
A small bead of sweat on your brow
And a growl in your belly your scared to let through

You thought you could keep me from loving
You thought you could feed on my soul
But while you were busy destroying my life
What was half in me has become whole

While you were looking the other way
While you had your eyes closed
While you were licking your lips
'Cause I was miserable
While you were selling your soul
While you were tearing a hole in me

I was taking control

Now I have taken control
Now I have taken control...

So this is how it feels
To breath in the summer air
The feel the sand between my toes
And love inside my ear
All those things that you taught me to fear
I've got them in my garden now
And your not welcome here

Come a little bit closer
Let me look at you
I gave you the benefit
Of the doubt it's true
But keep in mind my darling
Not every saint is a fool

While you were looking the other way
While you had your eyes closed
While you were licking your lips
'Cause I was miserable
While you were selling your soul
While you were tearing a hole in me

I was taking control

Now I have taken control
Now I have taken control...

Don't you mess with me

Father: there has to be more to life than this, because in our
confrontation with a cold cold universe, there is something comical
to the idea that we can really impose our will on humanity-- power corrupts!

Daughter :
This is scaring me

Father and daughter 2:

Daughter : ...I live at the end of a 5 and 1/2 minute hallway

Father:
And at the end of it all lies of course the final
phenomenon of deterioration entropy, which is a predictable
disintegrations which the creative life ceases: everything has to fall apart.

Daughter:
Why are you always so serious?!

 

True Story

There is nothing more frustrating and exciting (at the same time) then being interrupted by your children in a moment of what could be marital intimacy. Below what will be shared is a true moment in my home.

I wake with my husband, he tells me, "I'm running late."  I respond, "So I shouldn't join you in the shower?" He says, "You can come if you want." He makes sure the kids are set up with cartoons and cereal, I jump in the shower ahead of him. We do our usual showering and then things begin to get a little steamy...

Next thing we know, before anything other than a good morning kiss takes place, our oldest comes in asking where mommy is...dad says I'm not sure, maybe in the potty...I'm trying my hardest not to laugh. We commence kiss and then HT is back in saying, "Dad, she's not in there, the alarm daddy the alarm."

Andy asks me if I hear the alarm, which at that moment I don't...we resume said kiss thinking we're clear...naive parents!

Our middle child enters the bathroom saying, "Daddy, it's too loud." At this point Andy hears the house alarm in full force, says, "Oh, crap they set it off." as he grabs a towel and leaves me...I sigh, do a final rinse, grab a towel of my own and start to step out of the tub when HT peeks around the corner, " Mommy, I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU!"

I tell him, "I was hiding." Step out of the shower and holler for my phone since I know the alarm company will be calling to make sure we don't need police assistance.

As husband and wife we don't always get to enjoy each other like we used to...as a matter of fact 9 times out of 10 we are simply under siege and we have to maneuver very cunningly to not be seen as we share our love...God Bless parenthood!