Fear The Moo??

I’m typing this one handed while rocking my sick little booger-head. He’s needy today and the fire alarm in the building went off and has completely traumatized the lad. Thanks to that, I have the idea of what i’m going to write about today. Oooo two hands, I let go, steady now. Anyway, my son has a strange fear of noises, not just any noises, animal sounds. It all started a few days after his birthday. He received this cool barn magnet that goes on the fridge and all these animal magnets. The bodies of the animals are cut in half and it’s a matching game, right there on your fridge. Every time you match an animals, it sings to you and then does the animal noise. This was great, Silas loves songs and animals and BUTTONS!! Anyway, after two days of play with this, we were matching up the sheep and it made the noise and he flipped. It was like someone had died, the end of the world sort of thing. So I held him and calmed him. This toy makes the noise one more time like a minute later if you stop playing with it. I had him all calmed down and all of a sudden “baaaaaaaa” and out came the tears again. I’ve learned that not even I can make the sheep sound. It’s moved on to other animals, cow is the worst one right now. Lemme get something straight though, you can say “moo” but you can’t like MOOOO. There’s a difference between the word for the sound and the actual sound. Sometimes he can’t even look at a cow in a book because he know it makes a scary noise, the sheep are ok with him again though. Anyway, the toy has since been turned off and it’s always something he looks at and he likes sticking the magnets on and off the fridge but I don’t dare turn it on. I just wonder what made that change in him and why he’d be that upset about an animal noise. He’s been hearing the cow noise since he was born, he’s had Mister Moo who’s a small stuffed cow (you can get it at any superstore) and he moos. Silas was even getting really good at mimicking the cow. All is lost and Mister Moo is lonely now. Anyway, anyone have any ideas as to why this is suddenly such a fear? it’s been going on since November!! I think he’s had a bad dream or something, who knows. My son is scared of moos though. The end.

No photo today, I’m too sick and tired and selfish and hungry (even though I just ate) feeling to do a photo!

Snotty noses and the boobie song

Lately my son has been pulling out my shirt and peering in to see what’s going on in there. I always tell him “those are boobies” and he quietly says beeboo and then smacks them or something like that. Anyway, he’s been singing this song lately and I haven’t thought anything of it. He just likes singing and he’s made up his own song so that’s cool. But once I really thought about it, HE WAS SINGING ABOUT BOOBIES!!! The words are “bee boo bee boo” and once I realized it I said boobies and he started singing his song. He’s really clever. The song starts around E after middle C on the “bee” and simply is a major or sometimes minor (he’s not perfect you know) third below on the “boo” : repeat as necessary. There you have it, the boobie song. I probably just made no sense to most of you.
Well, if you’ve read my last blog you’ll know that we found out that we’re having a boy. It was an odd feeling, the moment of knowing. I was so sure he was going to say “GIRL!!” and my baby-making days would be over. Oh well, now i’m going to have “boys” and it’s going to be great. I’m only 23 so I don’t know if I’m doomed to walk this Earth daughter-less. But I don’t want to be pregnant again, nor do I want a third child to bother me, so we’ll see. Sex is a strange thing. I’m trying not to look at it as possibly never having a daughter (which is kinda sad) but I’m seeing it as someone I’m going to love SO much no matter who they are and that’s all that matters. Silas is going to get a wicked playmate too!! One thing I’ve noticed about this second pregnancy, which is happening so closely to the first is the real lack of bladder control! Last night my husband and I were just talking in the kitchen and right then and there I started peeing. “I’M PEEING” I screamed as I ran to the bathroom, only to come out with no pants on because all had been damaged in the incident. My husband just laughs at me. I swear I pee my pants more often now that I did when I was three. And there’s no helping it! KEGALS!!

So we’re still sick here. Silas got his dose of Motrin and Dimetapp before bed which is really nice for him. He can’t sleep with a plugged nose, he needs that for breathing when he’s sucking on his soother! Anyway, it seemed to last till about 5:30 and then he didn’t really sleep much. BRAT!! Anyway, so both of us are sick and not really sleeping and I’m trying to produce life here!! I remember my 10 hour sleeps last pregnancy…sometimes 12. Ahhhh wonderfulness. Anyway, my poor Silas is needing his morning power breakfast (oatmeal, ground flax, berries, wheat germ, goat milk) because he keeps running out of cheerios so i’m going to stuff his face full of food and then take our snotty noses to the grocery store so I can make us some chicken noodle soup! Thanks Roselle for the menno noodles (dunno what else to call them), they’re perfect for my soup…although they do bulk up quite a bit and have turned my soup into casserole! K bye!

In this photo Silas is proud because he’s just conquered the chair! I shouldn’t have showed him that you can climb onto things because it never had occured to him yet. Oh well, he’s cute! This was taken Saturday.

It’s A Boy!

Well it looks like our #2 is a boy! It’s exciting to think that our Silas will have a brother so close to him. Now it’s time to figure out what to name the little thing. I hate picking out boys names. Girls names are easy peasy. Anyway, #1 is Silas and we need a #2 name that’s just as good and strong and manly. Any suggestions?

A Day At The Park

On Saturday Silas had his first real day outside being able to roam freely. Spring time comes pretty early here so we enjoyed a nice, warm day and Silas had a blast. The park gets really full on days like this. Silas spent most of his time following things. First he’d see a doggie and try to catch up to it, then he’d notice a stroller so he’d turn to follow that, then he’d see something else. If there wasn’t anything to follow he’d find his shadow and follow that. I don’t think he ever caught up to anything he was following unless the person knew what he was doing. He did get to pet some doggies and was rather confused when a tiny one poked him in the eye with his nose. He cried a little but more because he felt that doggies were supposed to be nice and safe, what a betrayal!! He soon got over it and went back to shrieking at the doggie.

*K side note, I just heared Silas crying in his room so I went to see what was up. His head was stuck between the wall and the crib. He was trying to get a toy that fell down there. Silly boy. K back to park day!

Anyway, Park day was a success and I hope there’s a nice day where I can take him again. I find following him around and watching him explore his world to be really relaxing. Not so nice on my pregnant hips but that’s ok. Silas also got his first taste of dirt which, luckily, I got a photo of. Auntie Jennie wasn’t so hot on him eating dirt but oh well, I think eating dirt is just part of being a kid. Anyway, our day at the park was lovely and therapeutic. I’d love to say that he slept great that night but he slept terribly. I was surprised but in the morning he had a bright green boogie hanging out of his nose, we are both feeling ill now. Looks like I get lots of cuddles, he’s on my lap right now having a snug.
If you click on the photo of Silas eating dirt below you can see my woomp gallery on it all. I got some really good shots. They are also in color. I like to do everything in B&W on here….keep with a theme.

I’d also like to share one more photo with you, Silas gave me this pose yesterday morning when he noticed I was snapping photos of him. Isn’t he a doll?? hahah

Anyway, have a nice day, leave some comments!! It’s lonely on here

Teething Out of Order

My son is a bit of a weirdo when it comes to teething.  He didn’t get his first tooth till he was 8 or 9 months and it wasn’t that big of a deal to him.  The 2nd tooth comes in and his fever is 104 and he wont let me put him down.  Months go by and a week before Christmas I notice a new tooth coming in.  It wasn’t where it should be though.  He was getting his lateral incisor instead of his central incisor on the top.  AHHHHH.  My son was going to either look like a vampire or a hockey player.  I actually tried to teach him to hiss.  Anyway, I call my mom up because she’s the professional (hygienist) and she tells me it’s OK, rare, but OK.  PHEW.  Anyway.  His four top teeth have all come in weird.  First the left lateral then the left central then the right lateral and now the right central is just peeking through.  There’s nothing on-line about this phenomenon except another mother’s blog about her story.  I think it’s really funny that my son is wacky that way.  He still doesn’t have his bottom laterals (which they should get before the tops) but that’s OK, he’s allowed to be different. Anyway, I snapped a photo of it all to share with you.  It’s not easy trying to capture a wiggly boy’s teeth but it can be done with some restraint and some tickles to make him smile.  This isn’t the most flattering photo of my son but it serves it’s purpose.  Enjoy.  I hope I gave some other mother of a strange teeth-er some peace of mind with this blog!

These Boobs Were Made for Milkin.

During Christmas I was set on getting Silas entirely weaned within a few weeks. I’ve taken away all feedings except his favorite one, the 5am one. He wakes up and demands me and we cuddle on the couch as he sleepily slurps away. Once he’s finished, we both go back to sleep. This one is going to be SO hard to get rid of. For one: he sometimes demands it at earlier times like 4am (I try to not give in that early), two: it makes him sleep longer, three: I’m going to miss it! I’m scared to death of his reaction and I’m also kind of addicted to the connectedness of nursing. It’s a milestone in my night that I look forward to. I mainly look forward to it, though, because I’ve been leaking all night and once he empties me out then I can sleep more comfortably. I’m very aware of the leaking all night long and I sleep in rather uncomfortable positions so all the leaking gets onto the towel and not on the sheets or blankets or husband. It’s getting increasingly difficult to sleep with both breasts on the towel while not sleeping on my ever growing melon of a tummy. I love being emptied out and not worrying any more about sleeping in my own wetness.

Is there a condition called overactive mammary glands??? There should be because I think I have it. I seriously am made to nurse. I have milk for a nation. I could seriously, without a doubt, nurse 3 or 4 children at once and have it be no problem. Silas had RSV once and stopped nursing for about 4 days, I never dried up, never stopped leaking….I just kept making milk. I was leaking at night before my first trimester was over. I have overactive mammaries. This is a problem.

I wonder if weaning him will even make a difference in the leakage because my next one is going to be here in roughly 4 months. I was REALLY leaking at this stage or pregnancy before. Goodness me. Anyway, I do need to wean the little booger soon. I don’t want him to have boobie jealousy or anything. He IS rather content with his cup full of warm goats milk before his nap-time. Anyway, I don’t really know where I am going with this. My boobs leak a lot. Silas likes it. I’ll tell you if I start mooing.

The end.

Mushy and Gushy and Squishy and Lovey

I’m in such a honeymoon phase right now with my son. I’m all mushy and gushy and squishy and lovey about him lately. I guess by that you can conclude that he’s sleeping OK lately! I’m just constantly surprised that I can love someone SO much and that selfish little Leah isn’t so selfish anymore. I’m doing mommy things, you know, the kind where you put yourself last. I thought that becoming like this would be more of a task but it’s just a natural progression. This pregnancy is neat too because I know what I get in the end: another person to love so much that it hurts. I think about the life inside of me and I just want to explode with joy. It’s funny though, just thinking of how frustrating children are almost every single day. If you had any other relationship like that you’d walk away so quickly. No one likes to give give give all the time to a whiny, selfish person who drools and eats their own vomit (refer to the previous post about chocolate chip cookies). But if it’s your child, you don’t walk away (even though you think of it sometimes), you actually WANT to stay. You think the drooling is cute and cleaning up half eaten vomit is not only funny but you don’t really mind doing it. A few months ago I was changing Silas’ diaper and he just started pooping, I joyfully caught all the poop on its way out and even encouraged him in pushing it out, now that’s love. That’s true love. A while ago I was SO frustrated with him because he was SO grumpy and I was laying on the couch, all sick from my first trimester, and I just asked him for a kiss, not thinking he’d give me one. Over he came and planted one right on my lips and that’s all I needed. My stone heart melted and I filled with warmth again. Man if my husband was being a jerk one little kiss wouldn’t warm nothing!! Anyway, I guess my point is just how unconditional a mothers love is. It’s really the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced and I’m so excited that I get to keep being a mother my entire life. Ya being a wife is wonderful too but I wouldn’t so joyfully catch my husband’s poop in my hand!

A Rite of Passage – warm chocolate chip cookies

Last night Silas enjoyed a simple rite of passage through childhood his first chocolate chip cookies. First he enjoyed chocolate chip cookie dough (minus the chips…choking hazard) which he wasn’t allowed anymore of because he freaked out when he wanted more (don’t blame the poor boy). Then once they were baked and slightly cooled he got his very own warm chocolate chip cookie. I can’t believe how serious he was with eating this cookie, no smile, no giggles just serious eating. I guess he took this certian rite of passage to be something very important and not to be joked around with. Anyway, sorry that most of the pictures on here of Silas are grotesque because he’s shoving his face full of food. What can I say? I’m a good cook!

 

 

 

 

And speaking of eating and grotesque. He did a few gross things this morning that are even slightly hard to talk about. I was talking on the phone to my sister and I looked down at him and he had something very slimy in his hand that he was about to eat. I stopped him and he bent down and went for something on the floor. He was eating and playing with a nice pile of spit up. Sick. Also many of you mothers of boys know that when you take a diaper off a baby boy their hand shoots down to grab their penis (typical males). It’s not so nice if they’ve just had a squishy poo and then they place their hand in their mouth. I think I averted most of that disaster but man, I guess if you don’t know your consuming puke or poop, it can’t really hurt you that bad.

Benefits of the Barney Song

“I love you, you love me, we’re a happy family. With a great, big hug and a kiss from me to you, wont you say you love me too?”

Such an annoying song but it has suddenly supplied so many important benefits. I don’t know why I started singing this song to my son, probably the “I love you” part, but suddenly it’s paying off in an incredible way. I’M GETTING SO MANY KISSES!!! You see, the trick is that if you involve a kiss in a song they think it’s “cool” and then they will kiss you. Sometimes all I need to say ” With a great, big hug and a kiss from me to you” and I get a nice slobbery one on my lips. Sometimes I even get a pre-kiss kiss at the beginning of the song. I swear this is a phenomenon and everyone should spread the word. The other day my 14 month old even sung some of it himself and laid one on me. He’s even started kissing me for no reason. One disclaimer though, I sing to my son a lot and it’s been going on ever since he was born. Every time I’ve ever opened my mouth (or anyone else for that matter) to sing he would stop crying. So I sing often (it also gets me cuddles) so perhaps the song needs to be sung for a while before you start enjoying it’s benefits but hopefully you will experience some wondrous kisses as well. Once an annoying song, now a mother’s favorite tool. The Barney song.

PS another way to get a kiss out of them, this is cheating though, is to stick cheerios in your lips and have them eat it from your lips…then you can sneak in a smooch, and who wouldn’t wanna kiss those lips?

Pregnancy Is Overrated

I wonder if I could get cards made that say june 3rd, finding out, feeling fine, found names, I am___ weeks(fill it in)? That could cut conversations down to a minimum in the grocery store. I know it’s so much fun to ask when people are due, how far along they are, if they’ve found out the sex…blah blah blah. I even find myself asking the questions. If you could count the # of times asked it would be in the hundreds.

I’m on pregnancy #2 and it’s making me realize why there’s no photos of me as a baby (I’m the 5th child). I remember the first pregnancy was all anyone in my family could think about, all I could think about. I’d notify whoever was around me whenever I felt the slightest movement. Now everyone forgets I’m pregnant (even me) and I forgot to notify anyone once I felt the first movement. Things are just different the second time. More exciting and yet more terrifying. You know what a contraction feels like and you know what it feels like to wake up completely disoriented and all sweaty with hard boobies, look at your bundle of “joy” and wonder who’s door step to leave it on. Although you also know what kind of love your in for. Could I possibly love someone else this much?? AGAIN?? I feel like if I love this next baby as much I might just melt into a puddle on the floor.

Anyway, this is my first entry on a blog that I’ve had in my head for a while. There’s many things about being a mommy to discuss and many cute things my son does that need to be documented, because he’s the cutest baby in the world!! I’m sure you’ll all agree…haha. Anyway, lets do some quick introductions and I’ll be on my way.

I’m Leah. I’m 23 years old (soon to be 24…ahh the mid 20′s are looming) and I’m a stay at home mom. I’m pregnant with #2 who’s due June 3rd. Brent is my husband, he’s a foreman for a big construction company…he builds (or tells other people to build) townhouses. Silas is our son. He’s 14 months now but I’m sure when people are reading this he might be older. He was born nov 19th 2005. He’s a jolly little tyke, quite the character.

That’s all. I’ll be on my way now.

PS if you click on the links of my family members you can see their photos.