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.
Last night was lovely again. Much playing with boats, turtles and bubbles was had. There was splashie and kicking in the suds. My baby loves bathie.
Then bedtime. I’ve been blowdrying his hair lately, and he seems to like it. Last night he giggled as the warm air rushed over him.
We sat in the glider, and I read him the book, “Mommy Hugs,” and then he read it to me. For the record, his version was much more exciting. Squeals just liven up a tale, I find.
Then it was lights out, and rocking to sleep in the glider time.
But ohhhh, Braden decided that it was one of those special nights when he will snuggle in deeply to my chest, but NOT go right to sleep.
Instead, it was time for another episode of “Mommy’s Face: A Journey of Pain.” This is basically where Braden decideds to reach up and start performing exploratory surgery on my face with his sweet little chubby hands, surprisingly strong fingers, and razor-like nails.
The Surgeon’s Obvious Plans:
First part of the procedure for this episode: Hook finger upon Mommy’s Nose Stud and YANK LIKE HELL. This will widen the hole, allowing Mommy to explore larger gauge nose studs. She will enjoy the prospect.
Second Foray: Reach up quickly with index finger extended, jamming it straight up into Mommy’s nose. The sweet spot has been reached if Mommy’s eyes well up with tears, and a gasp of pain is uttered.
Next stop, Mommy’s Lip. Grab lip with Death Grip From Hades and yank. Repeat until hand is firmly, but lovingly, removed. Repeat again.
Do not close the surgery without tracing new and exciting trails into Mommy’s gums with the sharpest fingernail imaginable.
And somehow, I call these the best years of my life.
Oh, and lest you think I have forgotten to liven up your lives with poop, here’s the latest Poop Report.
Poo will creep in early in the evening. Well-formed chunks of a deep brown color will be seen moving through the area. Some will float, others will sink.
Stay tuned for further Poop Updates.
Theme for November 17th, 2007: “I Love _______.”
I think the answer here is obvious. Cheese.
Haha, just kidding. It’s John & Braden, of course.
This photo holds the 2 most important parts of my life. These guys are the reason why I get up in the morning, and they keep me going every day (boy, do they ever). They both make me laugh even when I think there’s no laughter left. Each of them can push my buttons and frustrate me like no other: A sign of true love. I dream of them while I slumber, and when I’m awake in the middle of the night, alone, I miss them both.
Cheese was a close second, though.
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