"You were nearly down a grandchild..."

The words I told my Mother last Friday. The conversation went a little like this:

Mom: "So, how are things up there" (After she gets done telling me that it's been 80 degrees and sunny in FL)

Me: "Well, you were nearly down a grandchild last night."

Mom: "What?! What happened?"

Me: "I nearly threw him out the window last night"

It's true. I was contemplating how hard I'd need to throw him to launch him far enough so that he'd land on the lawn instead of the deck or the concrete, not to mention getting out of the window. You see, he's usually a great sleeper. However, he's taken a turn for the worst.

I shouldn't complain. But I will.

He's been sleeping through the night since he was about 3.5 months old. *starting throwing stones* He's had a few minor set backs when he was teething or sick, but for the most part, those only last a day or so. However, the last 5 nights, he's been consistantly getting up at 12:30 - 1:00 AM and being inconsolable. We've tried everything. We've taken his temp, given him tylenol, dressed him warmer, dressed him cooler, fed him, gave him a nuk, put Orajel on his teeth, cuddle, rock, sing, walk....I even took him outside for a little while to cool off when he was crying so hard he was sweating. He'll calm down long enough, just to start up again. Oooooh, is it wearing on the Momma's patience.

I've been trying REALLY hard to remember that he can't communicate his needs and crying is all he got, but is it really THAT serious?! I'm at a loss.

Happy Birthday!

My wee baby is one!! I can't believe it. Everyone tells you how quickly the first year will go by. I knew that it would, but I never could have imagined how awesome it would be to see how MUCH he changes in a year. He started as this wrinkly little thing (I gave birth to Benjamin Button! - I believe this is what I said shortly after birth) and is now a toddeling little man!

I woke up super early today (hence being on here at 5:00 AM), and it may sound cheesey, but I went into Marcus' room just to look at him while he slept. I quickly ran out since he started to wiggle and I didn't want to wake him up so early. But in the few seconds I was there, I felt a huge swelling of pride. This is MY little boy and I think he is the coolest ever.

I was reminscing last night about what I was doing a year ago. It seems like it was ages ago. Imagining all of the condom and KY Jelly commercials that were on in the middle of the night while laboring, and watching a Harrison Ford marathon on Spike! TV in between the commercials for "Girls Gone Wild". I had Matt, my Mom and my Dad all with me. Dad was going to leave shortly before Marcus was born, but I guilted him into staying. I said, "Dad, you're really going to miss the birth of your first grandson?". Worked like a charm. I can still remember how excited Matt was when he got to hold his son for the first time. The first day was really a whirlwind. Not only because I had just had my baby, but I had a million visitors. The front desk just started pointing people down the hall and saying, Room 327, to anyone coming in with baby gifts, assuming it was for us. Looking back, I wish I would have waited until the 2nd day to have people come. Not because I didn't like seeing everyone, but because I was so tired by the end of the day. It was ridiculous.

I remember being so afraid of leaving the hospital. I couldn't believe that they were actually letting me take him home. I wanted to stay there forever so that I could have help with this new baby. I hadn't taken care of a baby since my cousins were little, and they are teenagers now. Talk about a shock! The first night, we had to have my MIL come and save us because we couldn't get him to sleep. I'm pretty sure I cried on the floor many a time.

We have a busy weekend with all of his parties and whatnot, but I'm very excited to be able to share this time with everyone.I don't know how excited Matt is, but Marcus will only turn 1 once, so we're going to make it fun!!!

2...Weeks until his 1st birthday

Holy Crap. Seriously - it cannot be a year. It simply cannot be.

I know that everyone says the first year goes by so quickly - and I honestly didn't believe them, especially at first. The first three months were the longest months of my life. I was off of work, and had this small thing that seemed so foreign to me. Time seemed to stand still - days and nights were the same - and I couldn't wait to go back to work.

When I finally went back to work, I felt disconnected at first, and finally got back in the grind. I was never so excited to go back to work. Pumping sucked....literally and in the way I mean. I dreaded going to the "barn" everyday...I managed to keep doing it for another 3 months. I struggled SO much to make the decision to stop, I won't list all those reasons here, but I was ridden with guilt.

Now, that he's almost one. I would give anything in the world to stay home with him. As much as a cherish the few hours I get with him when I get home, I want so badly to wake up with him, make him lunch, play with him, watch his little body and mind grow. I have a bunch of pictures on my cubical wall of him, and just seeing his little smiling face helps make it through the day.

However, looking back on this year, it has been the craziest year of my life. In 2008, when I got married, got pregnant and bought a house, I thought that was the busiest year of my life, but I was sadly mistaken. 2009 was by far, the most life changing and busiest year of my life. It's AMAZING to see how much he has grown, not only physically but psychologically in a year. I don't feel that I learn much in one year, but he has gone from only knowing how to cry, eat, poop and sleep - - to being able to feed himself, roll, crawl, walk, babble, smile, laugh, and interact.

Do I have baby fever? Yes sir I do. I want to wait to have another until 2011, but we'll see what happens.

1...1 Well-Rested Mama...Ah-ah-ah!

Thank you Count for that lovely into.

For real - Marcus has decided to be an angel again and start STTN. That month of getting up in the middle of the night...two to three times a night, was really killing me. I know that I shouldn't complain at all because I know there are people whose children don't sleep through the night until they are 2 years old. However, when you get used to sleeping all night for 5 months straight, and then have to get up a couple times a night, it's like having a newborn all over again!! I could feel myself getting irritable and crabby toward everyone. I had no focus at all. We're going on night #3 of STTN. Thank goodness.

Have you seen this thing? If your kid likes the bath...it's seriously a must. Marcus was entertained by this thing until his bath water was cold. It goes over the faucet (which Mister liked to stick his fingers up all the time - gross), and the water spits out the tentacles! It's so darn cute. He was sitting there watching water drip out and was chewing on the legs. It was awesome.

I honestly think that kid is part fish. He loves water - anything that has to do with it. He even likes to help "wash dishes". He will stand on a chair and splash in the water while you are washing. It really is the cutest thing you've ever seen.

And today's random piece of history: It was a big day for the Beatles. On December 30, 1967, the song "Hello Goodbye" (as made recently famous again by Target) hit #1 on the singles chart and stayed there for 3 weeks. 3 short years later, on this date, Paul McCartney sues his bandmates to dissolve the Beatles. And 4 years later, again on this date in 1974, the Beatles were legally disbanded.

Hello, Goodbye indeed.

2009 = Ambivalence

I am so ready for 2009 to just be over with. While there were many good things that happened, it was definately the year of death. Not only with all of the celebrities that have passed, but in my life and those around me. It seems like everyone I talk to have had many people in their life that passed away this year.

In my life, we've had my cousin, my husband's great-grandfather, a colleuge, a friend from high school, my husband's "aunt"...that's far too many already.

However, there were two births in the family as well! My son and my niece. We are happy and blessed that both babies are happy and healthy.

I hope that 2010 has more happy times than sad. Let's start a decade off right!

Back from the Dead

Yeah - I know. It's been, like 4 months since I wrote last. Lame.

Here's my excuse - I have an almost 10 month old that has decided to learn how to crawl up stairs and fall back down them. I no more than sit down and he's halfway up the steps. If I would remember to close the gate at the bottom of the stairs, I wouldn't have this problem, but then that would require me to actually think.

We had the "First Christmas" last week. And me being the supermommy that I am, forgot the SIM card to my camera, so I have zero pictures of it. Thankfully my mother took a bunch of pictures, but that sure doesn't help me right now does it? Mister had a bunch of fun...at least as much fun that a 9.5 month old can have. He got a John Deere tractor, which he was so thrilled with that he was pretty much done with opening things right then and there, an activity box from yours truley, a mailbox toy, a piano, a toy cell phone, and some clothes. Oh...and a ball pit. Thanks a lot grandparents.That will be the toy that either stays in the basement play room...or outside.

My brother and sister-in-law and niece came over from Oshkosh on Saturday night. Cecilia is 4 months old, and I forgot how much fun that age is. She was just smiling at everything and couldn't crawl away when you laid her on the floor. Almost puts me in "baby fever", but not quite.

The highlight of my weekend - Packers won. And an ode to my Detroit Lions fans, it was one year ago today, that the Lions completed their perfect 0-16 season, losing to my team...the GB Packers. <3

Toot Toot

So here's the thing. Whenever I take Mister out places, everyone rants and raves about what a great baby he is, and we are so lucky and he's such a happy boy, etc. etc. Now, I am glad he's a content and happy boy, but where is MY credit?

Toot, toot-ing my own horn here - Isn't part of his personality based on how we've raised him? I know that some personality traits are inherited, but I happen to think that part of his happiness is because he has happy parents and that we are laid back. I think that babies can sense a parent's mood and adapts to that. I am not up tight about who holds him or if they do something different than we do, and I think in turn, Mister is pretty accepting. So where is my kudos? Where is, Wow Sarah, you've done a great job rearing him so far and he obviously has a great Mom and Dad.

I am a good Mom, if you don't count the time when he fell off the couch the other day. Ooops.

So, it's cute - to a point.

So Mister has started this new thing. He likes to "kiss" you. He will grab you by the face and lick you right on the face, mouth, hair, whatever comes in close proximity to his mouth. The first time, cute. However, now he is PINCHING my G-D face every time he does it. Who knew such little hands could hurt so much! AUGH!

I'm not sure what to think...

So here I am. I'm in one town, my baby is in another. My day care is closed this week and my Mom just happened to be off of work so she graciously offered to take my boy for today and tomorrow. Problem is, I don't know if I should be excited to have some alone time with the hubby, or if I should cry because I miss my boy!

Today was the first day that I've woken up without my little man. I missed his little smile and him laughing and cooing at me in the morning. I was tempted to turn on the lullaby CD last night so I could sleep! I know he's in good hands, but I just miss smooshing those little cheeks!!

Scratch that.

Yeah so the whole sun hat thing? Didn't work out so well. Mister didn't want to take a nap, so I couldn't make the hat. Oh well. Maybe another time.