Nater turned 6 this year, and shockingly, we did not have a big themed party for him. I know. I feel kind of bad about it.
Instead of the party, Nate had a sleepover with his friend Bradan, and brownies and ice cream with the family.
He later said “I didn’t have a very fun birthday” and he hated his brownies that I tried to make from scratch.
I think I may have spoiled him over the years.
Here are six things that I love about my little Nater:
1- He is very artistic and loves to draw, color, and paint.
2- The way he plays with his action figures…so fun to watch.
3- When he is nice to his sister; he saves his treats from kindergarten to share with her; he takes care of her
4- He’s a goof ball and reminds me a lot of myself when I was young. He does a lot of the “odd” things that I used to do. (sorry, mom and dad)
5- He’s so cute and funny. He’s cute on the outside and the inside.
6- He’s smart! I’m amazed at how quickly he learns. He loves to do his homework and loves to go to kindergarten.
It’s hard to believe that he’s six years old already. Seems like he was Miles’ size just yesterday. Thanks for an amazing and fun six years Nater!
Tessa’s birthday was on Easter this year, so we opted to do a whole Easter theme for her party. The kids had a fun time, despite the cold weather. Below are my fabulous invitations:
They were “eggs-tra” special.
For activities, we dyed easter eggs, colored chick pictures, drew pictures with egg-shaped sidewalk chalk, and hunted for easter eggs. The kids ate chick shaped PB&Js, chips, and apple slices. Tessa decorated her own chick cupcakes for dessert. Their goodie bags were buckets with a wind-up chick and chocolate chick inside. They also took home their hard boiled egg and the eggs from the hunt. Everything turned out very cute , although the kids were more delighted with playing in Tessa’s room than anything else.
It’s hard to believe that Tessa is four already! And yet, she seems to be older than she really is. She is my little grown up goof ball. I love her so much. Sometimes her cute-ness is overwhelming.
Four things that I love love love about Tessa:
1- She is fearless; not afraid of much. She dares to try just about anything once. If she fails at something, she doesn’t give up; she tries very hard.
2- She has a deep love of animals…all kinds of animals…even the scary ones. She also loves and is kind to people. She loves her baby brother and loves and cares for my students with disabilities.
3- She is so smart! (she gets this from me) She is always wanting to learn new things and does! She shocks me at times. She also says the darndest things.
4- She is athletic. I admire her coordination. She is a rough and tumble girl and I can’t wait to see how she does in sports.
Those are just four of the MANY things that I love about this girl. I am so lucky to get to be her mommy and to get to hear her tell me she loves me 10 times each day. Happy Birthday Tessa!
Miles is working on his fourth month now. We still love him and thanks to the Zoloft I’ve been taking, I have REALLY been enjoying every second of this last baby of mine.
There’s only one problem: my baby avoids looking at me and everyone else that tries to get him to smile.
If he’s on his back, he will sometimes glance upwards and give a brief smile, but it’s always followed with the serious face right afterwards. He seems to be a little “angry” that we made him smile. He tries really hard to be serious.
If he’s sitting up, he’s looking around and avoids eye contact at all costs. Such a serious baby.
From a very young age I dreamed of being a good mom. I would think about all of the things that I’d do with and for my children. I would often hear stories from friends and acquaintances and get good ideas and plans for my future kids. I also wanted to keep some of the fun things that my own mom and dad did with and for me.
Sometimes I get around to being the “good mom”, and sometimes I don’t. One of the things that I always wanted to do was to pretend that leprechauns had come to our house, leaving little leprechaun footprints that lead to a pot of gold for St. Patrick’s Day. This was a story that a friend had told me years ago. I thought it would be so cute. I finally got around to fulfilling this tradition with my kids this year.
On a normal morning, it takes at least 10 minutes to pry them out of bed, but not today! They shot right outta there and eagerly followed the footprints to find their treats. Tessa was convinced that there was a leprechaun still in our house and continued to search for him all day long and for a couple days afterward.
After getting dressed for the day, I treated them to clover-shaped green pancakes and green apple juice for breakfast. They loved it and I went to work that day pretty proud of myself for making their day special. It’s definitely something I’ll need to start doing every year.
We took the kids swimming on Presidents Day and Miles loved his first experience. He was very calm and collect the entire time. He really enjoyed floating around on his lily pad.
Nate and Tessa also had a great time. Nate went on the big yellow slide all by himself for the first time! He did a great job.
Miles turned 8 weeks old on Friday and this is his mugshot. He is such a cutie and I LOVE LOVE LOVE him to death. I wish I could sit and kiss him all day long.
He is starting to smile more often and has been spoiled by all of the teenage girls in the daycare holding him all day. But heck, it’s hard not to hold such an adorable little guy.
We made it through the first 6 weeks. The good news is that Miles is starting to smile for us. It tickles my insides to see him smile.
The bad news is that I have to go back to work tomorrow. Wish me luck.
We have survived the first month, my little partner, and I. I think of him as my partner because breastfeeding is a “partnership” so to speak.
Miles is a good baby. He’s very calm and rarely cries much. He is also an excellent sleeper. At four weeks, he is sleeping five to six hours a night, which makes me very happy. I have trained him well.
What is my secret?
I think it’s all in the bath. I give him a nice long bath at NIGHT to get him really “worked” up. Then, I smuther him with calming lotion and give him a good feeding. I then put him in his crib while he’s still awake and he falls asleep. Good boy.
Nate loves to come to look at the baby periodically, and likes to hold him on occasion. He’ll also help “fetch” items for him, so that’s been helpful.
Tessa LOVES the baby so much and wants to participate in every aspect of taking care of him that she can. She is quite the little mommy and helps me so much.
We are starting to get into our little routine, which is nice. I have to go back to work in just two weeks. I am looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time. I am worried because it’s difficult for me to get out the door by 11 am as it is. How will I get there by 7 am?
I guess we’ll take it one day at a time…..and for now, I’ll just enjoy these last two weeks.
There are some things about child birth that I found to be unexpected when I had Nathan, five and a half years ago. I had wanted a baby so badly and I thought that everything would be so pleasant and wonderful once I had one. I had fantasized about holding him for the first time and imagined that instant “bond” that I would experience. Boy did I have it wrong.
I saw an add for a book online concerning postpartum depression, “It Sucked, and then I Cried”. Funny at first glance, but rings oh so true for me.
The worst part about having a baby is the uncontrollable sadness that I feel after wards. The worst part about the sadness is the terrible guilt that you have for having the sadness at a time when you are “supposed” to be happy.
Fortunately, after my first baby, I somewhat knew what to expect when I had my second and now my third. Unfortunately, expecting it doesn’t make it any easier.
I try to put on a happy face and get on with things, but I think that the sadness must be showing on my face. Several people asked me if I was “ok” yesterday. I said that I was…which is the truth, I am “ok”. I’m just not myself. I am in a breast-feeding, sleep deprived, diaper changing, c-section pained fog that I’d like to get out of.
It feels as though I’ve been in this fog for at least a month, but it’s only been two weeks. I’m expecting the fog to lift soon thanks to some “happy pills” I got at the doctor. Thank goodness for modern medicine.
Nathan and Tessa are very excited to have a new sibling. Since the day that we brought the little guy home, they’ve been taking turns holding him.
Nate comes running in with his “pooh” blankie every chance he gets and insists that Miles uses it. It was Nate’s favorite blanket when he was a baby….and now has holes in it. We’ve tried to amuse him by using it anyway.
Tessa has been a good helper. She stands on her stool to assist me in changing his diapers and is my “runner” for any kind of supply that I might need. The first time I said, “I think we need to feed him…”, she instantly replied with, “I’ll get a bottle!” I sadly had to explain to her that I was breast feeding and look at the disappointment on her face. I told her that I still needed a burp cloth, though…and she gladly went running for it.
It’s been fun for them so far…..I just hope that the excitement doesn’t wear off.