Hey everyone, here's some pics from the last few weeks, including the Thansgiving pics.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
A Lot to be Thankful for
As we sat down for dinner Thursday, Chris said that we have a lot to be thankful for. Indeed we did. We had more food than we could possibly eat in one sitting, we had Sue and later Jessica to share the welcome warmth of the house, and we had our first Thanksgiving with Max.
Today I had a moment to sit down and read a couple sections of the paper. The Austin American Statesman presented their annual "Season of Giving" recipient stories. Most times, I do not read the stories because they pain me so - families and individuals down on their luck who need assistance to get their lives back on track, much less to have a decent holiday. This year, however, I read them. Lately, I have felt like I need some time off - a break from doing stuff for anyone else other than myself. I know, when you have a kid, you pretty much sign off on never getting to think only of yourself again, but that doesn't mean you can't have a break once in a while. Today's stories though, made me realize how good I have it. Reminded me how glad I was to be able to put Max down in a nice bed with a roof over his head. Reminded me how lucky we are that when our heads finally hit the pillows, we can sleep knowing our next meal is merely in the fridge or freezer. Reminded me that though I may feel harried, and tired, and at times overwhelmed, I have a loving partner who I am so happy to share my life with (as well as the child-rearing), we have our health, and our "needs" are really only "wants" that are just icing on our proverbial cake.
So yes, we do have a lot to be thankful for. Happy Thanksgiving ya'all.
Today I had a moment to sit down and read a couple sections of the paper. The Austin American Statesman presented their annual "Season of Giving" recipient stories. Most times, I do not read the stories because they pain me so - families and individuals down on their luck who need assistance to get their lives back on track, much less to have a decent holiday. This year, however, I read them. Lately, I have felt like I need some time off - a break from doing stuff for anyone else other than myself. I know, when you have a kid, you pretty much sign off on never getting to think only of yourself again, but that doesn't mean you can't have a break once in a while. Today's stories though, made me realize how good I have it. Reminded me how glad I was to be able to put Max down in a nice bed with a roof over his head. Reminded me how lucky we are that when our heads finally hit the pillows, we can sleep knowing our next meal is merely in the fridge or freezer. Reminded me that though I may feel harried, and tired, and at times overwhelmed, I have a loving partner who I am so happy to share my life with (as well as the child-rearing), we have our health, and our "needs" are really only "wants" that are just icing on our proverbial cake.
So yes, we do have a lot to be thankful for. Happy Thanksgiving ya'all.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Halloween and beyond
Here's some pics from Max's first Halloween and other recent weeks. He had a great first Halloween. I brought him up to the office for our luncheon where he was a big hit with everyone. We sat outside at the house most of the night and had kids from all over the neighborhood come by to trick or treat. Max sat and took it all in, he never got fussy or scared of the costumes.
Max has also started eating some solids, with a minimal amount of carnage. He loves rice cereal and has had some sweet potatoes too. He's growing so fast, can't believe he's already 4 months.
Max has also started eating some solids, with a minimal amount of carnage. He loves rice cereal and has had some sweet potatoes too. He's growing so fast, can't believe he's already 4 months.
sick, sick , sick
Hey everyone, in case you hadn't heard we've all been sick at one point or another over the last 3-4 weeks. Thankfully that was not the case this weekend so we finally got some pictures posted. Sorry for the delays. These are from mid-October through the end of the month.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Big Boy
A warning to those of you who are new to our blog. At our old site, I would write about whatever was on my mind & for the most part, did not take into consideration who might read it. I figured if you were reading it, you wanted to know what I was thinking about, so I wasn't going to hold back. I'm ready to start writing again, so beware........
Max had his 4 month well-check today. He is now 14.6 lbs and 25 1/2" long. He has also started to laugh, which is just music to my ears.
I sometimes wonder what he will remember as he gets older. I try to think back to the things I remember from being a young kid and don't really have that many memories that I truly know happened (as opposed to stories I've heard told that I have associated with & maintained as my memories). I remember Dr. Block digging wax out of my ears and either telling me, or me thinking it was bugs he was pulling out of my ears. I remember sneaking out of my bedroom at night in KY and sitting behind the love-seat so I could watch a little more t.v. Then there are the permanent memories - like Mom's smell - a mixture of yelllow Dial soap, Oil of Olay and Shalamar. What will I smell like to Max? What will he remember? It's like the memories are in the walls and corners of this house, just waiting for the instance to happen to make them come alive.
We've had a rough couple of weeks - granted, it's nothing compared with the hell that many new parents are faced with, but it's been difficult for us. Just as we started to get a little used to a new balance in our lives, we all caught a stomach bug (in some form or another) and that served to really throw us off kilter. After a weekend of having to do everything for Max AND keep him occupied, I really had a new appreciation for single parents. In everything we do, I ask myself if I could do it alone if I had to. Not that I would want to, but could I if I absolutely had to. This weekend, I told myself "yes", but I also found myself getting burned out. By Monday I was glad to go to work. I was tired of being sick, tired of being tired, ready to take a vacation from myself and everyone else. It's hard to admit when you feel like that because there is this sense that you have to be superwoman. And admitting that you just don't want to do it for a little while makes you feel guilty because you are admitting that you don't want to put anyone else first other than yourself - and what kind of mother feels that way? A human one for sure.
Max had his 4 month well-check today. He is now 14.6 lbs and 25 1/2" long. He has also started to laugh, which is just music to my ears.
I sometimes wonder what he will remember as he gets older. I try to think back to the things I remember from being a young kid and don't really have that many memories that I truly know happened (as opposed to stories I've heard told that I have associated with & maintained as my memories). I remember Dr. Block digging wax out of my ears and either telling me, or me thinking it was bugs he was pulling out of my ears. I remember sneaking out of my bedroom at night in KY and sitting behind the love-seat so I could watch a little more t.v. Then there are the permanent memories - like Mom's smell - a mixture of yelllow Dial soap, Oil of Olay and Shalamar. What will I smell like to Max? What will he remember? It's like the memories are in the walls and corners of this house, just waiting for the instance to happen to make them come alive.
We've had a rough couple of weeks - granted, it's nothing compared with the hell that many new parents are faced with, but it's been difficult for us. Just as we started to get a little used to a new balance in our lives, we all caught a stomach bug (in some form or another) and that served to really throw us off kilter. After a weekend of having to do everything for Max AND keep him occupied, I really had a new appreciation for single parents. In everything we do, I ask myself if I could do it alone if I had to. Not that I would want to, but could I if I absolutely had to. This weekend, I told myself "yes", but I also found myself getting burned out. By Monday I was glad to go to work. I was tired of being sick, tired of being tired, ready to take a vacation from myself and everyone else. It's hard to admit when you feel like that because there is this sense that you have to be superwoman. And admitting that you just don't want to do it for a little while makes you feel guilty because you are admitting that you don't want to put anyone else first other than yourself - and what kind of mother feels that way? A human one for sure.
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