I was not trying to be thuggish in the first picture; I was making a car noise. And the second pic, yes I’m making a goofy smile. we had so much fun, but had to cut it short as it was 101 degrees here.
The last time we went to my mother-in-law’s house, we attempted to put Aidan in the pool via his new floatie. Ehhh. Wrong. Not gonna’ happen!
He pitched a fit and held onto the front for dear life. I wasn’t in the pool, so that may have had an impact in his decision to scream bloody murder.
We decided to go again on Monday so Mike could see his step-father for Father’s Day. We have also decided that Mondays are our “us” time and we spend the whole day together (after I get home from work in the mornings).
We all went swimming. I decided to give it a shot even though I hate swimming. Once I got in, Aidan was fine. All he needed was the OK from his mama.
He thoroughly enjoyed himself, too!! He got to wear his new swim trunks and slip on papaw shoes that his Ganny bought for him. He had such a great time that he forgot to squeeze his little floatie raft to death and laid back instead! Look:
For the past few months, I have been wanting another child. As my regular readers know, I’ve talked about going back and forth between wanting one and settling with just one.
I saw a little bitty baby tonight at Wal-Mart and the sight of it’s teensie-weensie feetsie’s made me melt into a pile of mushy mommy right in the middle of the aisle. I told Mike I wanted one again and he smiled. He told Aidan tonight that he misses him being that small when they were revisiting the bouncy chairs.
Right now, we are struggling financially. Although, I wouldn’t have to pay more than $150ish to have doctor visits and to give birth, but what happens when we can’t afford diapers for it? Or food? Or if it has healthcare needs?
That doesn’t really matter when I want it so bad…I know things will work out. It would be nice if child support for my step-daughter was back to where it was or close to it.
Yesterday Aidan caught his first fish!! We were at my in-laws for Memorial day and we had a great time. Aidan enjoyed himself and was very well-behaved.
On the homefront, he has turned into a monkey. He wants to climb on everything! When I’m on my computer, he climbs up both rungs to get to me…without my help! This worries me, though, because this means new bumps and bruises and the possibility of even harder falls and pains.
This also means that we need to convert his crib from a crib into his toddler bed. *heavy sigh* On comes the worry in the middle of the night if he’s woken up and wandering around the house aimlessly, getting into who knows what and possibly getting hurt. I also worry that I won’t wake up when he does. We may just put up his gate in his doorway to at least keep him from walking through the house.
This all makes me nervous!
I received another pamphlet/booklet from Nestle: Very Best Baby. They always send coupons for formula and helpful info. This time they sent info on how much and what baby should be eating from 9-12 months. I have been trying to find an example of a meal for a while now.
Now I know.
I also know that at this time in their live, baby needs 9 TIMES more calcium and iron than an adult male!!!!!
In this, they recommended that I start on the Good Start 2 formula because it provides that. We also started adding new foods to his diet: cheese, cottage cheese, yogurt and crackers. We had started giving him teething biscuits a couple of weeks ago and he’s just now getting used to them. He doesn’t like the cheese and I’m giving him cottage cheese today, so we’ll see how that goes. He loves the yogurt!
I’m excited about feeding him new things!! It makes me feel even more like a mom. I like that he relies on me to cut up his food and feed him good things. I can tell that he’s excited about it, despite the semi-sour faces he makes when he tries that first bite.
Being a mom has been the best experience ever. I am glad that I am able to live a healthy, happy life with my wonderful family.
Last week I heard on the news about a baby at a daycare that was discovered to have been put in a dark room with it’s paci taped with packaging tape over it’s mouth.
I would be going to jail for beating the living shit out of somebody. This happened not too far from my hometown, in Jefferson City.
You know when I talked to people about why I refused to put Aidan in daycare after maternity leave, they always told me the same thing, you know that it doesn’t happen that often; it’s not every daycare….blah, blah. Well, maybe that’s true, but what about all of the abuse/neglect that we don’t hear about; that we don’t ever know happens?? I’m not willing to take that chance. Ever.
I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have absolutely no control over what happens to you in any way shape or form. babies don’t know to scream for help. They don’t know that what’s being done to them is wrong.
If you’re a parent, picture the look on your baby’s face whenever they have their paci in and they give you that baffled, cute look. Now imagine it happening when someone’s taping up their mouth. How can anyone treat babies so horribly?? I mean you have to be sick to do such a thing.
Before Aidan was born, I was flippant on the idea of putting him in daycare. After he came along, I knew I never wanted to take any risks of putting him in danger.
Plus, I didn’t want his first word, first step, etc with other people. I wanted it to be with either Mike or I. Fortunately my job was able to help me out with this and I took a PRN position and they’ve worked me practically every weekend what I asked for: Saturday mornings to Sunday evenings. I stay overnight, then come home the next day for Mike to prepare for bed and go to work the next day.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. Of course, that is unless I am able to quit work and just do photography.
I absolutely love when I pick Aidan up and he lays his head on my shoulder and wraps his arms around my neck. Sometimes he does it without laying his head down. Regardless…..I LOVE it!!
He also likes playing with my hair, especially when he’s trying to fall asleep in my arms. He’ll let it run through his fingers over and over. It’s sweet. It’s almost as if it’s calming for him.
And whenever he gets upset and starts to cry, he’ll do the “Ahhh-mom-mom-mommaaaa” thing. He always wants his momma. I was somewhere yesterday and a little boy started crying and saying, “I want my mommy” as his dad was carrying him off to the bathroom or wherever. I thought to myself, “That’s going to be Aidan.” Such a momma’s boy already!!
I don’t mind.