Wordless Wednesday

Space

I feel like I haven't had six inches of personal space in two years. I am accompanied to the bathroom, while sleeping and now even in the shower. Breastfeeding two kids at the same time understandably has its challenges. Some nights I feel like I'm nursing somebody all night long. I frequently wake up and am surprised to discover I am not beside the child I thought I was and can't remember going from one to the other. Some days it gets to be too much. This morning I snapped while trying to get ready for work with two kids and my husband in the bathroom with me. CanIjustgetdressedbymyself PLEASE. Being able to complete any task without stepping over at least one person on the floor and/or one tugging at my leg would be unreal these days. It can definitely be exhausting... but I wouldn't have it any other way.

100th post

I didn't think I'd like blogging. I started HAWK basically as a place to vent and also as a way to keep up with little milestones and daily tidbits so I could look back and remember what it was like. Like the fact that the Peanut decided to start babbling Saturday morning at 5:30 am. Nothing but squeals before that precise moment when he looked up at me as I tried helplessly to avoid eye contact thinking he might go back to sleep and happily said doh, doh, doh! He hasn't looked back since. Other mommies I read blog for different reasons. Some are *real* writers taking a break while raising their little ones. Some are super funny, some are working through hardships and using their space to grieve, and some even make a living blogging. I don't know where the future of this blog will go but I plan to keep on doing it for awhile. While I doubt I'll ever go to BlogHer or get into it that seriously I really do enjoy it and the virtual company of the mommy blogger community.

Squeeee

I can't even be bothered to try to contain my excitement. My closest friend got engaged yesterday and I am so thrilled for her and her fiance (that word has always been weird to me, I called my husband my boyfriend until we got married, heh.) It seems like in our little social circle there hasn't yet been a whole lot of marriage and kids going on just yet. One of Andrew's friends is married with two children but that's about it. I could barely even sleep I was so excited last night. And we all know how crazy it is not to be able to sleep when given the chance. I was thinking about all the fun stuff that is to come and how I can't wait for Gypsi and Derek to have their day just the way they want it. It made me think about how precious a gift it is to have no reservations. I would undeniably still be very happy for them either way but it would be different if I wasn't quite sure they were perfect for each other. It wouldn't be quite as exciting if Andrew and I sat around saying, "Well I sure hope they are doing the right thing..." What a blessing to know how right it is and to be able to focus on the sheer eeeeep! of the whole thing. Now if I can just manage to not totally drive them bonkers. I feel like one of those crazy excited yappy dogs running around in circles.

From Daddy

Six months. It's really hard to believe that six months have flown by since you came into our lives. I love how you and I get up first thing in the morning (typically, while the ladies sleep in a little bit). You gurgle with happiness when I appear over your bed, and carefully watch me from your highchair as I feed the cats and start the morning routine. There used to be a time where I could safely put you on your playmat on the floor in the bathroom while I took a shower. But then, one day, without warning, I came out of the shower to find that you had turned over onto your stomach and had scootched backwards about ten feet. Whoops. Now there's no looking back. Your stationary days are over.

About the time that I am out of the shower and putting in my contacts, your sister typically bursts through the bathroom door looking for us. Your eyes, so unfocused and sleepy as a newborn, watch her so intently now as she walks around. You obviously think she's the bee's-knees, and I guess that one reason you're so intent to go mobile is so you can follow her around and get into trouble with her. I am looking forward to watching you try to emulate her. Of course, you already do that to a certain extent, given that anytime you see her crying you invariably break down and start wailing right along with her, even if you were happy and giggling just two seconds earlier.

But your eyes light up the most for your mommy. I've never seen a smile quite as large as the one on your face when I fly you towards her in the morning when she's waking up (or, any other time she comes into your line of vision). This is all understandable, of course, because my eyes light up for her too.

It's hard to leave on weekdays to go to work, but I enjoy what time we do have in the evenings when I return. I enjoy having dinner as a family, and love watching you flail your arms in the general direction of any food-filled spoon headed your way. It won't be long before you'll be sitting up in the chair picking up puffs off of your tray and cramming them into your mouth.

It's an interesting thing, watching you grow up. Just like with your sister, when I look back at how you were, I miss that younger version of you. In a month I will miss the way you are now. At the same time, my love for you grows as you grow. I love you more now than I loved you before. In a month I will love you even more. It's an interesting dynamic. It's what makes watching you grow up so exciting.

From Mama

Today you turn six months old. It is hard to believe it has been that long already. You are working on sitting up, but don't see what all the hype is about. Your favorite thing is floor time. You are already up on your hands and knees and can spend hours scootching around your room or downstairs. You still love to nurse and like your sister you have gotten so you need that nice milk coma in order to fall asleep. Your naps still pretty much suck but you have gotten so you like to reliably sleep for a bit in the morning. Sometimes two hours, sometimes two minutes. Nighttime sleep continues to be great so thank you for that. Feel free to keep that up. Still no teeth which is surprising since your sister already had her first two by now. That is okay though, no hurry. Teething is no fun anyway. You've already had some rice cereal and peas, sweet potatoes, squash, apples and pears. You aren't eating with any regularity yet though because you are still having a hard time getting used to it even though you love to grab the spoon and cram it in your mouth. When you eat you get food all. over. yourself. Head to toe. You insist on cramming your hands and occasionally feet in your mouth right after a bite of food. Then you rub your hands all over your head and clothes. You are the reason bath time follows dinner. And lets take a moment to discuss the drool. The Drool is really out of hand. It is so bad some days you need a new shirt more than once. You have really found your voice just in the last few weeks. No babbling yet, but you like to gurgle and coo. You love to scream and continue to be a LOUD baby. We took you to Cracker Barrel with Allison last weekend and your squeals filled the entire restaurant. You won't sleep without your fuzzy blanket under you but you don't seem to have settled on a lovey just yet. You like your jumper and can already play with all the toys on the saucer. You seem to be geared toward movement and objects more so than people but you still love your mama. The sappy gummy smiles you give me make every second of the first two months of your life when you screamed nonstop worth it. You think the cats are funny and your sister too. You love to laugh when you watch her play. You are also very ticklish on your belly and under your chin. I love coming upstairs to feed you when you wake up around 4 0r 5 in the morning. We snuggle down on the couch in your room and fall back asleep together. In the next few months I know you'll learn all sorts of things. You'll make more sounds, and get the hang of crawling. Pulling up on furniture and trying to take steps will follow that. I'm just not ready for all of this. You were just my little bitty newborn that looked like a squished up red frog with a softball sized bump on your head screaming as though you were being poked with hot forks. Instead when I look in your crib I find you trying to jump while lying down and waving your arms and beaming up at me as if to say "MOMMY! Yay I was so hoping it would be you or that tall guy that makes funny faces at me." My little froggy, my droolster, my Drewbie, my little man, the Drewster, buddy, my baby boy I love you and can't wait to see what you're going to come up with in the next six months.

Wordless Wednesday - Six months