Thursday, December 22, 2011

what a difference....

...one year can make.  here i am, december 2010...

giant.


baby.


belly.

BOOM.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

obviously on break...

no school, so i apparently have time to blog.

first the mush.  in case i don't say it enough, i cry a lot. all the time.  not sad tears, but anything that has to do with growing up, having a baby, falling in love, brushing your teeth, the list could go on.  i am writing this with tears in my eyes from watching Friends.  i miss that show... but should i be tearing up?  probably not.

now, i feel confident enough in my love for mason, and in the fact that everyone knows i love mason to say this:  there are things about  being a mom that are annoying...  take today for example.  mason woke up whining, and continued to whine, all. morning. long.  bugs.  but usually he is a pretty happy little guy and i think his tummy is bothering him, so i am willing to let that go. 

another thing?  overall, nrsing has been great.  but those books about nursing lie to you.  the authors are either women that get paid to tell you it is nothing but sunshine snuggles and kisses, or they are male.  i haven't figured out which yet.  really, overall, i have had an easy experience with nursing.  minimal pain, only one infection, good supply, but my son has decided that i am his personal security blanket.  you know those kids that hold their blanket between two fingers and just move it back and forth.  thats my skin.  gah.  where was that in the book?  liars.  i love nursing.  i will do it again for sure.  i love the closeness... but his time is coming.  gah

now i feel bad for writing this down, although i thought it, so i guess the damage is done.  tomorrows a new day!  hears to hoping my smiley man is back.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

just pictures...

we don't see enough of this mason... :)

how cute is this guy!?



my kitchen is a WAR ZONE

night out

happy birthday B!!  pretty earrings.....

dad LOVES cuddle time with mason

FAT

lots of pooping and messing eating = LOTS of baths


10 months old and still needs the moby sometimes...

seriously handsome

lots of highchair pics... the only time he is still.


love him

Christmas

new warning: this post is a little religous...


we love the little people nativity

i should be writing a paper.  i will, but in a minute...  Christmas is here, and having a baby around the holidays makes everything so much more.... more.  i don't know how to explain it.  i think of everything.  i think of how to tell him about the Christmas story, and how to tell him about santa.  how tomake sure he thinks of people less forunate, and what his first ornament should look like.  on and on and on. 

i have always believed in the story of baby Jesus, but having my own baby boy makes the story so much less of a story.  i look at Mason walking, yelling, eating, smiling, crying and can't help but wonder if baby Jesus did the same...

happy birthday Jesus.

Monday, December 5, 2011

thoughts

warning:  this post has no direction

:: i am watching real housewives of beverly hills right now, and i am continually shocked by the size of their lips.  owie.

::  i have 3 classes left in my program... i start one of them tomorrow, 18 weeks, seems so short but soooo long.

::  i offered to sell mason this weekend... i was only half joking.

::  he has grown an attitude within the past week.  we are going to have one VERY interesting two year old on our hands.

::  i am job hunting... anyone lookng to hire an over paid admin?  i'm your girl

::  even though we got everyone sick the weekend of thanksgiving, i was glad to be there.  i missed your faces.

::  i know have FIVE people who read my blog

::  my house is never quiet, unless mason is sleeping.

::  mason rarely sleeps

::  i am beginning to realize what a harry potter nerd i am.  i really love that series.  i am REALLY sad it is over.

::  kelly and i went to see the newest twilight movie.  HYSTERICAL.  in case you get pregnant and your amniotic sac is too tough for the instruments to cut through, you will be happy to know a vampire could bite through it

::  seriously.  lips.  wow.

  this makes me think of you



seriously, could he BE any cuter?  that face gets me everytime.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

3 people

there are probably 3 people (and that is stretching it...) that read this.  one of you already  knows this story, so this is for the other two.  :)

mason, as you know, has turned me into a MUSH ball.  i am in car, on my way home, and stopped at a stoplight.  there is this little old man, sloooooooooooooowly crossing the street.  hobbling.  adorable.  so adorable.

i'm watching him cross the street, with his little cane.

and the tears start coming, and keep coming. 

all i can think, is that cute old man, the one with the cane, was someone's baby.  someone cooed at him, burped him, helped him walk....

and mason will (God willing) be that old some day...  sauntering across the street. 

*sigh* 

can't he stay a baby forever?  i'll take the sleep interruptions if he will just stay as he is.

Monday, November 21, 2011

never.

i never thought i would say this... i can't even believe i am thinking this...  but i miss being pregnant.

Friday, November 11, 2011

9 months

my sweet baby,
nine months.  how has it been nine months?  you have slipped into our lives and burrowed yourself into our hearts, and it's true, we can't remember what life was like without you....  you have humbled me quite a bit my sweet boy.  i always thought that i would have the whole mom thing figured out by 6 months.  6 months flew by, and i still feel as clueless today as i did the first time i held you.

i love you more and more everyday.

you have taught me a lot about myself, a lot about my flaws, and even more about how little i am aware of.  you have opened my eyes to the importance of letting go and letting god.  soemtimes when i rock you to sleep i am struck with thoughts of how much i love you and then struck again with how much more god loves you.  it is hard to think, but he knows you even better than i.  i know your mannerisms, he knows the hairs on your head.

i am trying to wrap my head around how you have gone from a sweet snuggly 8 lb 9 oz peanut, into a 18.5 lb, 30 inch tornado!  you are alllllllways on the move.  but you still love to cuddle the mom. i have heard a saying that having a child is like allowing a piece of your heart to wander around outside of your body.... its true.

i love you buddy, you have my heart, you are my heart.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

lots of pictures

we've been gone for a long time... no excuses, but it has been busy,we've been sick, busy, sick again, halloween, busy more and sick again.  toss that in with work and school, and bloggin hit the bottom of the to do list.

luckily this post will be very long but mainly full of pictures....


standing!



into.e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.

possible Christmas card



too cute




everything goes into his mouth

halloween jamas

BIG GIANT noggin



walking everywhere!

cousin baby luke

 the grizzly and his friend the ninja


this is how we spent halloween...
playing in the kitchen

soda boxes are too fun



and just hanging out.
i promise to try to be more consistent.... whethe ror not i will succeed, meh.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

OMG

MAKE THIS

right now. 

i wanted to make chicken tonight, but needed something to spice it up... had some balsamic vinegar, and decided to start google searching for what to do with it. came across this recipe, and decided to try it.  i left out the parsley, sesame seeds, and i used chicken breasts rather than drumettes.  but i want to make a gallon of that sauce and pour it on everything. potatoes, rice, chicken, pork, steak, vegetables, cereal, ice cream... well, you get the picture.  its amazing.  sweeter than i thought i would like, but really, its really good.  REALLY GOOD.

go make it.

now.

Monday, September 26, 2011

love this guy



love me some baby b too

.l.o.v.e. this gummy grin


he usually takes hats off.... totally forgot this one was on




best friends forever.  whether they like it or not.