Yesterday, EK went to work with J-Dub. He’s breaking her in young. He documented their day with pictures.
First Day on the Job with Daddy
Category Archives: Children
Tummy Time
At last she’s tolerating her tummy time.
Finally.
Today she almost rolled over. Almost.
She just doesn’t know what to do with that one arm.
It keeps getting in the way.
I don’t mind.
I kinda like looking at her like this anyway.
3 months
My Dearest, Darling Emma Kate,
You’re growing up much too quickly. You’re no longer a tiny little baby but a whooping 12 pound 6 ounce three-month old.
I’ve had to put away your little newborn sized clothes, and it nearly broke my heart. I can’t believe how tiny you used to be. You’ve almost outgrown some of your 0-3 months already! Slow down!
You are holding your head up mighty fine these days and you like sitting up big and tall and looking around the world. You are tolerating your tummy time much better and will last about 3 minutes instead of 20 seconds before starting to complain.
You are reaching and grabbing now. You hold onto my shirt while nursing, you hold on to your clothes if you can get them. You try to help put your pacifier in your mouth, which I think you are becoming much too fond of, by the way! You’ve started grabbing fistfuls of my hair and I have to pry your little hand loose. I’m careful not to wear dangly earrings around you for fear of the pain you may cause when you grab ahold and yank.
You love the book “Pete the Cat. I Love My White Shoes”.
It makes you grin big, as do many other things. You are quite the smiler these days and your smiles melt our hearts. Especially when you give that bashful one where you close your eyes and duck your head. So cute!!!
You are drooling like crazy and sucking on your fingers and fists so much you’ve sucked little red places on your knuckles.
This has been a big month for you. I had to go back to work when you were almost 11 weeks old and you began staying with a babysitter every day. You’ve tolerated that so well. I think of you all day long while I’m working and can’t wait until 4:00 to get my hands on you again. I’m looking so forward to when school’s out so we can be together all day again.
You are my everything, little one. Words cannot describe the love I feel for you. Always know this. Always know how much you are loved, no matter what.
XOXO,
Mommy
The Big Cake Switch
“Well, I’m officially thirteen”.
That’s what my sweet niece Ashlynn put on her Facebook status first thing this morning.
We celebrated with a little family party of cake with homemade ice cream and chocolate syrup.
That is, after we got the cake situation straightened out.
My mom had ordered a cake from the local Supermarket Bakery. I was to pick it up after school today. All I knew is that is cost $17 and something and it was chocolate with chocolate icing.
So after school, Ash and I bebopped into the store and said we were there to pick up a birthday cake for Ashlynn. The lady said, “This zebra cake turned out so good.”
“What kind of cake did you say?” I asked as she placed a small white cake box on the counter and opened it up to reveal a very small round white cake with zebra icing that read “Happy Birthday Ashlynn”.
Ashlynn mumbled something about that she thought it was going to have flowers all over it, and I took the cake with a smile. My mom must have changed her mind, I rationalized. We paid for the cake, $17 and something and went home to my mother’s house.
“This is not what I ordered,” mom stated as we showed her the cake. ” I ordered a chocolate sheet cake with chocolate icing and flowers.”
We couldn’t believe how badly the bakery had messed up, but a cake’s a cake and no one was crying over it.
The cake was rather adorable and we learned later in the day that our cousin was coming over and had made Ashlynn a rainbow cake. Add that to the 6 pack of cupcakes we picked up after seeing the size of the zebra cake, and we knew there would be plenty for everyone.
Right before the party, a friend came over and mom was telling her about how badly the bakery had screwed up her order, and then she said, “There must be another girl named Ashlynn having a birthday today.”
I said, “Oh, there can’t be. What are the odds of that happ…..” I barely got the words out of my mouth when I shouted. “There is another girl name Ashlynn that has this same birthday. She goes to my school. A fourth grader I think.”
So we called the bakery, and sure enough there was a chocolate sheet cake with chocolate icing and flowers that read “Happy Birthday Ash” waiting on us to come and pick up.
I then rushed to the bakery and made the cake switch.
Now what are the odds of that happening?
I feel like whining
T minus 10 hours before the clock tolls April 13th. The day I dread. The day I must return to work and leave my baby with a sitter. The diaper bag is packed with everything possibly needed from a change of clothes to a snot sucker. The bottles of pumped breast milk are made with me having not a clue if it’s too much or not enough.
I know she’ll be fine.
I know I’m not the only mother that has ever walked this path.
But it doesn’t make it any easier.
It’s only 7 weeks. That’s what I keep telling myself. 33 days till summer vacation.
But it doesn’t make it any easier.
I have relished the past eleven weeks. Basked in the time I’ve had to hold her and nurse her. Rock her and nap with her. Play with her and love her.
It’s only 7 weeks. 33 days.
But still this mama’s heart is sad.
A Better World
I think I’m officially a mommy blogger, as all my posts of late center around my baby.
But how can you blame me? She has yet to lose that new baby smell as my husband jokingly says.
She is my obsession.
She will always be my obsession.
She is sleeping in my arms as I type, and oh, if only you could smell her! She’s scrubbed clean, dressed for church, and doesn’t smell like sour milk. Who knows if we’ll actually make it to church. It’s so easy to hold her and let the minutes tick past, as if there is nothing more important than this. Is there?
I find myself struggling with that very thing. I must now make a conscious effort to find balance, especially in other relationships. I must give my loved ones some attention too. They’re being neglected I feel.
A mother is a true servant to her children, sacrificing her time, food, showers, make-up, and all kinds of other previously thought important things to meet the needs of her babies. We are called to be servants to everyone, just as Jesus Christ came to be a servant o all. If only I could show love to every human being I encounter as much as I show love to this baby in my arms. After all, isn’t love “action” rather than “feeling”?
I challenge myself to this greater love for others and it is HARD for me. But I desperately need the world to be a better place for this darling girl to grow up in. We CAN make a difference in someone’s life. Let’s all try, okay?
For her.
And all the others.
2 months
My dear Emma Kate,
You are two months old already! Time is zipping past. I can’t hardly stand it. I’m cherishing every day I have with you. The biggest piece of advice I get from other moms is to not blink and take lots of pictures because you’ll be grown before I know it. They aren’t lying either. You are surely growing fast.
Today at the doctor you weighed 11 pounds 4 ounces. You’ve gained 4 pounds since birth. Thats about an ounce a day. You were whopping 23 inches long. Your growth chart shows you to be in the 75th percentile, which means only 25% of other 2 month olds are longer. Me and your daddy can’t figure out where you got your longness. If you keep it up, you won’t have to stand on the front row of your class pictures like your dad and I always did.
You are becoming much more vocal. That’s mommy’s nice way of saying you’ve started having crying jags! They’re not bad at all, but sometimes you begin to cry and we don’t know what’s wrong. But you eventually settle down, and are your happy little self again.
This month you visited both Ruidoso, NM and Tahlequah, OK to meet kinfolk. You stayed with babysitters for the first time ever. The first one being you Aunt Linette who kept you while your daddy and I went for a walk together. You’ve also stayed with your Grand about 4 times now. So far, that’s going real well. Mama only has 2 weeks left before she returns to work and it’s going to be so hard leaving you every day. But the evening time will be ours. We will cuddle, and hug, and kiss, and play. And then summertime will be here and we’ll have all day together again.
We’ve been spending some time outdoors since the Spring weather has come. You have no interest at all in the chickens, or horses, or dogs, even though they are real interested in you. Drew and Grace want to smell you and lick you and find out who you are. The chickens think you’re some kind of treat I’m bringing out to them, and the horses just think it’s feeding time too.
You still smile like a champion and are making some pretty high pitched squeals that will soon turn into laughs. You hate being on your tummy, but Mama makes you have tummy time everyday anyway. It’s good for you.
You get a nightly massage after your bath and I love that sweet time with you. I think you like it too, except you’re pretty ticklish on your belly. Even though your daddy said it would never happen, you are sleeping with us in the bed, but you’re not sleeping through the night yet.
The Bible says children are a reward from the Lord. A reward!!! I don’t know what we did to get a prize like you, but I thank God for you everyday!
We love you more than you can ever know.
XOXO,
Mama
Shots.
In two short days, my baby girl has to get her 2 month shots.
Oh, how I dread it. To the very core.
She’s oblivious. She doesn’t know what is up ahead. But I do.
She is content and happy, living in her little 2 month world. Trusting her mama and daddy to take care of her, without a worry in the world, unsuspecting of what is to come. I want to prepare her. I’ve tried telling her about it, reassuring her that it won’t last long, that everything will be okay, that it’s not meant to harm her, but it’s to protect her in the future. But she doesn’t understand my language. I want to avoid this necessary evil. But I know she needs it.
When my old cowdog Fancy had to be put to sleep, I couldn’t stand it. It was the best thing for her, as she was in a lot of pain. My mother and I took her to the vet, and as much as I wanted to stay and pet her head while the needle was injected, I just couldn’t bear it. I left the exam room and cried in the waiting room instead. It was just too much. My mom stayed with her as she closed her big, brown, trusting eyes for good. I wish now I would have stayed with her, letting her know I was there.
With EK, I want to escape as well. I want her dad to stay with her and I would rather wait in the waiting room and not witness her going through the pain. But I would never leave her. I will endure her cries, and hold her tight, and comfort her.
We are told in the Bible that we cannot know God’s thoughts. Isaiah 55:8 My thoughts are not your thoughts. Neither are your ways, my ways, declares the Lord. But sometimes, I believe He allows us, in our mortality, to experience small, ever so minute glimpses of His ways.
He, as our Heavenly Father, sees the big picture. He knows what is coming our way. He knows our tomorrow and the days after that. He too wants to protect us from the pain and discomfort of our “shots”, but perhaps it is better for us in the long run to experience them now. When we receive word of death of a close one, or a troubling diagnosis, or loss of a job, or relationship, we are rattled, shaken, and upset. We don’t understand why it happened, but God does, and also why it needed to happen. We may be caught off guard, but He never is. And perhaps He too tried to prepare us. Maybe He spoke to us, told us it wouldn’t last long, that it will all be okay, that it is not for harm, but for our good. But we don’t always understand His language. He doesn’t abandon us to wait in the waiting room. He holds us close, speaks comfort and wipes every tear from our eye.
What an awesome Father we have.
My grandmother had this photograph framed and hanging in her bedroom for as long as I could remember. It is from the local newspaper in 1976.
The caption read “Mrs. Anne Briggs holds Angel’s hand while she gets her immunization shots. Angel looks nervous but didn’t cry. RN Berlinda Leyba of Texas State Department of Health gave shots.”
Maybe EK will have a little of her mama in her and handle her shots well also.
If you will, send up a prayer for her. And for me.
All Her Parts
Our baby girl turned 8 weeks old yesterday.
People say she’s tiny, but she’s already grown so much to me.
I tried to capture her in all her little 8 week oldness. She’s changing so much, so quickly.
Her daddy’s in love with her side profile. And all the rest of her too.
I’m in love with her eyelashes. And all the rest of her too.
A friend said it best. “We couldn’t have ordered one better.”
Thank you God for our Emma Kate. All of her.
Babywearing 101
My sister told me it was for wearing my baby as she handed me the baby wrap. I looked at her like she had stepped off the planet Zonkers. It was an excessively long piece of material designed to be twisted, wrapped, tied, and superglued to my body. I’ve seen people wearing these contraptions with a baby strapped to them before, and quite honestly, I didn’t want to be one of them.
And then little EK came along. I quickly discovered the need to grow six more arms. If I could be any super hero of my choosing? That’s easy. OCTOPUS MOM! Washing dishes is not the easiest task with a newborn in your arms. It’s practically impossible. As are many other chores. It takes two hands to wash a pot, fold a towel, make a bed. Now, don’t get me wrong. EK is fine and content being put down. She’s a great baby. It’s not really her, you see. It’s me. I want to hold her. I can’t hardly stand leaving her in one room to go work in another. I realize I will only have myself to blame later on down the road.
The day Jolea presented me with this monstrosity of material, we tried it out. My niece Ash was reading the directions in Greek I think, my sister was trying to follow them, I was standing there arms spread, sweating like a dog, dangling a fake baby by the arm, while my sister steered, groped, and maneuvered this wrap around my body.
When I tried it with an actual baby, after watching several videos entitled, “How to put on a baby wrap for idiots”, the actual baby hated it. I only made her stay in there for a couple of minutes, thinking it might grow on her, but, uh, no. She hollered.
Today was a beautiful day weather wise. One of those Spring days I wish everyday was like. I wanted to go for a walk to enjoy this delightful day and also not one person has offered to take this post pregnancy weight off my hands. Or my belly. I’ve tried the stroller, but the dirt roads are just a bit too bumpy for my little baby just yet. So, my other option was the wrap. I can now actually put the thing on without the idiot’s instructions. I’ve never worn a straight jacket before, at least not that I’ll admit to, but I’m thinking this isn’t far from it. Once the baby was good and secure, we headed out.
I’m not sure if EK is just a bit small for the forward facing position or if I just have a little bit too much swing in my hips, but it was a bumpy ride for the little darling. I felt the need to hold her head to keep from whiplashing her. She didn’t cry during this attempt, and surprisingly she fell asleep. We set off with the sun beating down, the birds singing, and the gravel crunching.
It’s ironic to me that I carried EK on the front of my body for 9 months with relatively few problems, but walking a mile just about did me in. Nevermind the fact that she was about 4 pounds lighter and swimming in a bowl of water upside down, controlling her own head and neck way back then. Nevertheless, I got quite the workout. I used muscles that hadn’t been used in quite some time and my brow got a good mopping too.
The farther we walked, the hotter we both got. I’m sure wintertime is a great season to wear this outfit, but someone really needs to make one out of mesh for this hot momma, and I mean that literally. When we got home and unstrapped ourselves from it, I reminded myself of a horse after a long hard day with a saddle blanket on, if you know what I mean.
I then celebrated our accomplishment with 3 cookies and a glass of milk.
Emma just had the milk, but she was sure eyeballing my cookies.
Angel Wheeler 