I can't believe you turned one month old on Wednesday. You are getting so big. I'm really enjoying getting to know you. I love all your different cries, especially your frustrated cry. You know, the one you do when your hiccups won't go away or you have gas? It's just so cute. I love the face you make when I give you your medicine. I feel bad for you because I know it tastes nasty...but the look on your face is just so precious! I love all the faces you make. I love the way you calm down when you realize the pacifier is in your mouth. I love that you love music and car rides. So do I. I love the way you slump over when I burp you. But most of all, I love that sometimes you just stare at me and don't look away. I love that you give me that look that you don't give anyone else. The one that says, "Thanks for taking care of me. Thanks for trying to figure out why I'm crying and making it all better. Thanks for holding me. Thanks for loving me. You're my mom, and I love you."
I'm sorry that you have reflux buddy. I know it hurts. It hurts me to watch you in pain. But I'm learning a lot about it and trying to do things to make it better. I think it's helping. But when it hurts, I'll be there. And if I'm not...your daddy, grandma, grandpa, or someone else that loves you will be. We won't leave you alone.
You are such a good baby. Sometimes you have bad afternoons. And you have lots of bad evenings. But thanks for being a good night sleeper. Waking up for late night feedings is much easier when you let me have two and a half hours of sleep in between (sometimes more). So thank you for that. I appreciate it. And thanks for being good about morning naps so I can at least do the dishes, straighten the kitchen, eat something, and get ready for the day. Getting that small amount done everyday is enough for me to feel accomplished.
I love you so much. You're my little prince.
Thank you for being so helpful with Ryan. You don't know how much it means to me. It's so nice to know that when you get home from work I have help. I need that, especially on days when he's been crying for four hours straight when you get home, like yesterday. You come in and at least relieve my stress.
And thank you for the flowers yesterday. The last thing in the world that I expected was to have flowers delivered to my front door. They made my day and made me cry. Thank you for always making me feel beautiful and talented, even when I'm not so sure myself. It really makes a difference.
Don't go anywhere, okay? I need you in my life. You make it better. I love you.
I've been feeling a little blah lately. A combination of hardly getting ready, having extra baby weight, feeling out of shape, rarely leaving the house, and desperately needing a mani/pedi.
But I need a change. I've never had long hair, so I decided to grow it out. A few months before I got married I decided this was the time I would really do it. A month and a half later...I've grown about 3 inches. And I've been taking prenatal vitamins for most of that time (they supposedly make your hair grow faster). It's hopeless. My hair doesn't grow. And now I just feel blah. So I need opinions. Should I cut it? Or keep growing it out? Should I add more brown to it? Keep the color the same? Go even blonder? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
|Hair when I started growing it out...|
Happy Birthday! You amaze me in so many ways. I'm so blessed to have you in my life. Thanks for the example that you have given me of service and love. I love you!