My Baby is 9 Months…

Many people told me the time with Edmund would fly by. They said it like it was something to lament over. But every time I heard this statement I thought, “I hope SO!” I don’t know about you, but I do not want to be changing diapers forever. I do NOT want to be waking up every night at 4 am. I don’t like having spit up all over me all the time for ETERNITY!”

Well, I get it now. Mothers who say that aren’t thinking about all the bad stuff. For some reason, the mommy’s brain is wiped clean of all that in one sentimental second and suddenly only the good times remains prominent. My brain fogged up with happy baby giggles, sucking on toes, and his sweet face as he drinks his milk. But now, I feel like my baby is growing up. He now crawls all over the place, stands up in his crib when he is supposed to be sleeping and shows his likes and dislikes. What happened to the bundle of flesh that I had before that ate, slept, played and cried?

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Well,But then I realized that isn’t about all the bad stuff. For some reason, the mommy’s brain is wiped clean of all the bad and suddenly only the good remains prominent. I know this because it happened a little bit to me. I feel like my baby is growing up. He now crawls all over the place, stands up in his crib when he is supposed to be sleeping and shows his likes and dislikes. What happened to the bundle of flesh that ate, slept, played and cried?

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It came to me just this past Monday. I was over at a friend’s house during nap time. She laid her little infant onto the bed and left without a care. My first thought was that it had been a long time since Edmund ever stayed put. Well, then of course, that got me thinking how long ago that really was. Actually, it was just a few short months ago. Of course, this made me feel like time had passed all too quickly, and now my baby is gone. When was I turning into one of THOSE moms?

Through all this, as Edmund grows and becomes his own little self, I find myself enjoying his new accomplishments, but I’m also somehow feeling a little guilty as well. Did I enjoy him not walking enough? Did I spend enough time with him when he couldn’t crawl? Did I miss any of his big achievements?

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Thus far I have learned, in Edmund’s 9 months, that I enjoy him being more mobile (Though I am finding out all the places my house IS NOT baby proof now), and I am enjoying his new sense of independence. (Though the tantrums are not a nice side effect.)

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But will a parent really ever be on top? I have my doubts. I just need to parent faithfully, trust God, and I know that will be enough.

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Bowling with the Family…

The family went bowling this past weekend. Jesse has a girl, Ashleigh, who came to bowl with us. They only met a few short weeks ago, but she has shown her tremendous courage by voluntarily meeting most of the family within that time. I found out today that she doesn’t like red chili either, so I think that with such good taste going for her, she will fit in nicely. 😉

This would be Edmund’s first bowling experience. I doubt he was very thrilled at the prospect. His absent minded mother didn’t think about the fact that feeding time might be drawing near right about the time the first game started. This meant for an interesting feeding experience. I think he enjoyed hanging out with his Grandma and Grandpa though. I got my best game score EVER this time around. I still can’t believe I got over a hundred. I had to take a picture of the score board because I don’t think I shall ever have a repeat performance.

A few days before, Matthew and I went dancing at the Baker Ball. We had a blast and are sad the dances are ending. These dances were a big deal during my high school years and now it hits me again how much life has changed: A few minutes ago I was a freshman begging to take classes at CHESS, and here I am graduated from college with a husband and a son. In a couple more blinks I’ll be loosing my teeth and wondering why no one ever visits me at the home. (Well, hopefully not. :-)) I pray that by the time I’m an old, widowed, knitting, cat lady, Edmund is big enough to take me in. He already has a good start on the growing up part.

He is growing to be a very fat and healthy little manlet. He has an overabundance of chins and quite the little milk belly that just begs to be poked and tickled. One of my chief delights is making him laugh and smile. He especially loves being sung to and read to and I do both often. ‘I’m a Bow-legged Chicken’, ‘Deep and Wide’, and ‘Be Thou My Vision’ are a few favorites already. He can now sit up with us at meals, provided he is in his little Bumbo chair. He grabs onto things (like hair! OUCH!) and brings them up to his outstretched tongue to test them out. He apparently finds hair and spoons to be acceptable, while plastic bowls and felt hammers are definitely OFF the menu. 🙂

Matthew continues to work on his Masters in Educational Leadership. Though it means that he works most nights either planning for CHESS classes or working on his CCU classes,  he and I find peace with the knowledge that all his amazing work and sacrifice shall pay off in the end.

I am also trying to broaden my horizons. Thus far, I have loved being a stay at home mother to Edmund. It is such a joy to spend time with him while having few other commitments. But all good things can’t last forever. I am still going to be a semi- stay at home mom, but I am looking at substitute teaching/tutoring at other schools nearby to earn a little extra on the side for before mentioned masters program. I am rather excited at the prospect of teaching in the classroom a couple times a month and I don’t think Edmund will mind spending more quality time with his Aunty every once in a while. I hope that I can honor God in my teaching and caring for my family.

 

From Generation to Generation…

I think my journey to getting all these generation photos has, thus far, been really rewarding. Since, of course, I never grew up with Matthew’s side of the family, I have really enjoyed getting to know his more distant relatives. The most recent photoshoot was with Edmund’s Great-Great Grandma (Carrie Aden). She is a very lively lady who enjoys telling stories about her life in her home community. I hope that when I am at such an age, I will have a good memory. (But then again, who doesn’t wish for that?)

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I really appreciate this picture with all five generations represented. I don’t remember exactly what was so funny in the first one, but I like the joy that I see on everyone’s face. Well, except Edmund’s of course. He wasn’t feeling the joyful spirit at that particular moment. I believe he was just hanging on to the last threads of wakefulness.

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P.S. Nice arm Chauncey. 🙂

Edmund’s Baptism

We were so blessed to have our family come out in full force for Edmund’s Baptism. We were sure packing pews this morning because both his and my immediate family came as well as Grandma and Grandpa Aden and Grandma Cassidy. We certainly felt lots of love as our beloved son was proclaimed a disciple of our family. (No pressure). Of course, we won’t do it at all perfectly. That is why it is so meaningful to have the support of the family along the way.

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It was really, all around, a good day. After service, we all trouped over to a park where we ate tacos and fellowshipped. I finally got some family pictures! I am really on the warpath when it comes to taking pictures now. I have become quite the sentimental sop. It some ways I know that this part of myself is annoying to others, but I hope they appreciate it when they look back with fondness at that long distant time.

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Like Father, Like Son…

Matthew and I are thankful that we could go to my parents house for a visit. Matthew was gone all weekend to Glenn Erie for a leadership conference.

But I, I got to can tomatoes, watch ‘The Flash’, and eat Mod pizza with the family.  I really am enjoying catching up, but I am starting to see a theme. They keep looking at me and telling me one of two things. 1. Your baby is so cute! You make good babies. 2. I can’t believe you are a parent!

I have to say the latter one still shocks even me! Who would have thunk that I would be married with a baby right now. I think it still needs to sink in. It doesn’t seem weird when many of my friends all up and got themselves married. And of course it wasn’t a huge surprise when babies followed. But now,  I’m not babysitting anyone’s child. I’m responsible for my very own little one: showing him the face of Christ. That’s a heavy weight when you think about it. May God give me grace.

While we were here, I got the opportunity to take Edmund’s 2 month picture along with some great photos of Matthew and Edmund together. I thought they were pretty rad. We are so grateful to have had Edmund for the past two months. 🙂

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How To Take Care of a Baby While Sick…

You will need:
A baby

A Hubby

Step 1. Catch a germ/bug/virus/air-born pathogen. *Stay away from anything toooo deadly or life threatening. It’s just not advantageous for the ol’ bod.

Step 2. Once your sickness has been carefully handpicked and chosen, come down with a fever of 102 degrees and crash into bed and sleep for two hours. Is baby taken care of? That is what hubbies are for. Your throat is now aching, your head is now pounding. Thank the Lord for Ibuprofen!

Step 3. Have husband wake you up every three hours, at least, to nurse. Dat baby ain’t gonna feed hisself! But don’t touch him. Or breathe on him. At all. Because that would be bad. You don’t want the baby to get anything with a fever attached to it. (What were you even thinking of getting a virus with a fever in the first place!?)

Step 4. Next morning, tell Husband you are just fine and have him go to work, because he kinda has to still do his job and bring in the dough.

Step 5. Continue the day in a zombie like existence, but don’t forget to wake up every time baby cries in order to comfort him, feed him, burp him, change him, bath him when his diaper explodes, and wish for the sweet, sweet relief that only can be found in dea— SLEEP. (I meant sleep).

Step 6. Finally call doctor. He is probably going to tell you its best to come in the next day.

Step 7. Wait till the next day. Go into the doctor. Now he will probably tell you there isn’t anything you can do but wait till the sickness takes its course because you are breastfeeding. But still don’t breathe on the baby. And wash your hands.

Step 8. Have awesome mom-in-law come over so you can finally get some more sleep and slowly start to recover.

Step 9. Be a good mom and just get over it when it becomes inconvenient to do life, teach, and be sick at the same time.

Step 10. Go to the park with your sister and have a good ol’ time. Thank goodness you are feeling a little bit more energy.

Step 11. Go home and find Husband there with a bad head ache and a low-grade fever. *groan* At least you weren’t both down and out at the same time!

Such Cuteness Can’t Be Contained…

To all those folks who need a little extra cuteness in their lives, I’m here for you. Edmund has made it so I no longer have room on my phone for anything any more. I recently took pictures of him styling his new attire when, all of a sudden, the awful warning message appeared yet again: you have no more storage left on your phone. The phone has the audacity to bring this up at a time when Edmund is smiling and happy. I deleted everything non-essential off my phone to make more room. (Who needs any of those apps when the photo of your son is at stake?) Well, Apple has no feelings toward the mother’s heart or sentimentality.

And Matthew wouldn’t help. Here was his damsel in distress and he sat by and watched it all happen.

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I still did get some photos shot before that fateful and despised message plagued my screen. So enjoy. I hope for some miracle that will give me more storage here soon.