Theme for December 29th, 2007: “Messy”
This is the first thing my mind shoots to when I think, “messy.” I have plenty of photos of Braden in various states of messiness… one of which is pretty infamous by now. I’ll spare you the posting of that one for today’s theme, and instead you get all of this glorious cuteness. This messy face is more beautiful to me than any other I’ve ever laid eyes on. God help me, he owns me.*
Keepin it light, so I’ll give you a brief tour of our Christmas with pictures.
After that, Momma’s trigger finger kind of went numb.
This was the best Christmas I can remember in a long, long time. Having a child really brings the magic back to the day. I think he had a lot of fun today. I know I sure did. He’s fast asleep and I look fondly at these pictures now. I hope your day was as great as ours was.
Night before Christmas pictures…
This kid is seriously opposed to hats.
Theme for December 15th, 2007: “Small”
March, 21 2006. The first time we ever saw Braden James Carroll. And he was, indeed, very small – about an inch long. The picture says,”9 weeks, 2 days.” That is actually the time since the start of the last period I had had at the time. It had actually been 7 weeks and 2 days since Braden had been conceived.
He was not even a full 2 months old. Just 7 weeks. And his little heart was beating. I saw it.
Seeing my son for the first time since I had learned that he was alive inside of me was an experience which sparked a feeling in me that I cannot find the words to describe. Such emotion washed over me as to literally take my breath away. It was something like having a part of your brain and your soul that was dead for your whole life just suddenly awakening and coming to life.
He did a little wiggly, squirmy dance for us while we were looking at him. From that day on, we called him “Wiggle Bean.”
I thank God for my Wiggle Bean. No matter how big he gets, I will always remember how he was once so small, and yet he was more important to me than the whole world. And always will be.
He doesn’t quite have the pose down yet, but he’s working on it.
I’m fine with it as long as I never catch him pulling this one.
Braden has become quite fond of apples lately. But only apples in the certain way he wants them. Yes, if you try to cut up an apple all nice-like for The Exalted One, he will kindly repay you by thrashing in his high chair, grumbling, then whining, and then end the show by shrieking while flinging the disgusting, offensive apple slices in all directions. Just as long as those hideous creatures no longer grace his tray.
Didn’t you know that he’s a big boy now? He only wants to eat WHOLE apples.
Can he eat a whole apple in under 7 days? Why yes, he can! It only takes him 6 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes!
Will you become “Murder Target Number One” if you take it away from him before he’s done? Why, yes! Yes, you will!
So, ok. I let him walk around all day with an apple lately. It makes him rather happy. He munches it, slobbers on it, and rubs it on various items as he walks by them, then continues eating it. I cringe and bite my lip, but I let him have it. He enjoys walking around with it, and randomly throwing it down on the floor over and over again.
I saw him eat a piece of my hair off his apple today. I thought, “Hmmm. That’ll hold a few log chunks together later.”
When he finally gets almost done with it, he has eaten all the flesh and come to the core, reducing it to a slobbery, mushy mess I like to call, “Choke-Fest 2007,” and he doesn’t entirely understand why I have to take it from him.
“Honey, that’s the core, if you try to put that whole last part in your mouth and cram it to the back of your throat like that, you can get hurt… no… stop doing that… give it to Mommy! Braden, now, see how you’re making that gagging sound and you can’t breath so well? That’s exactly what Mommy was trying to warn you about.”
Ok, so this might be totally boring to other poeple.
Okay, this WILL be totally boring to other people, but I can’t help myself.
Most successful use of utensils so far! 11.21.07, Applesauce
The Milk Test is over. Did you notice that month go by? Did you remember that my little boy was having dairy for the first time ever? That in the first couple of months of his life my own breast milk tore at the insides of his intestines, much like a garbage disposal rips up your leftovers, causing his insides to bleed into his poo and making him cry endlessly? Are we on board with that history?
Well. Guess WHAT. He did alright on The Milk Test. Can I get a dance of joy? Can I get an “Amen, sistah!?” Can I get a, “HALLELUJAH!?” Alrighta! Yeaaa-ah! He.Is.Healed-ah!
*slaps his forehead, knocking him to the ground*
Aside: “Oh, sweetie… I’m so sorry… don’t cry… Momma just got carried away….”
So, yeah! He’s allowed to have dairy for good now! Do you know how GLORIOUS this is?
We were just about to take out a loan from our bank so that we could continue to afford the Enfamil Nutramigen, aka Liquid Gold, aka This Shit Costs Way Too Damn Much that he was drinking.
But no more of that for him!
That lil’ bugger’s on store brand milk now, ya’ll. I’ve never been happier to look into a diaper and see the hard little nuggets of cheese and milk induced consti-poopie.
Up next! Wheat Test. Keep your fingers crossed for us for another month.
Seriously, do it. Or I’ll bite you.