Mr. Giggles

We've been busy playing...

While reading my sister's blog today I realized that it's been FOREVER since I posted on mine so I should catch it up a bit.  Last time I posted I believe Mason was 8 weeks.  He's going to be 5 months old on Friday and is just over 21 weeks old.  He's grown so much.  At his last appointment my little angel was 24 3/4" long and 14 lbs 5 oz.  He's learned how to laugh and thinks his feet and my hands are hilarious.  He has a favorite Cookie Monster toy and a blankie from Aunt Becky that he goes nuts for.  He's still on just bottles/formula but is getting more and more curious about the spoon and watches me like a hawk when I eat.  He thinks his Grandparents are the bees knees and is super close to rolling over.  He gets to his side and gets stuck on his arm; he'll figure it out and then I'll be in trouble.  He's borrowed Avi's doorway bouncer and goes absolutely crazy bouncing in it.  Before work every morning I make my oatmeal and sit on the floor by the bouncer while I eat and he bounces.  It's our special time and I power through my whole day on those 15 minutes of giggle and oatmeal.  He's in 6 months clothes for most brands and size 1 shoes.  He wears his Converse from Aunt Becky the most because, come on, they're super cool.  He had his first hair cut the week before Christmas and boy oh boy did he look handsome.  Our first Christmas together was wonderful.  We were super spoiled with lots of family time and even got to play with Aunt Katie, Uncle Adam and cousin Avi since they came home to visit.  Mason got some really cool toys that he loves to look at and will eventually play with but his motor skills just aren't quite there yet.  He's more in the "grab it and put it in my mouth" phase...and believe me, anything is fair game.

As for me, I'm the same.  Work is the same, still loving our apartment, hanging out with Mr. Mason every chance I get and onward we go.  We did switch to a new babysitter.  Not because Hillary wasn't amazing but some changes came down the line in her life and so now we have Sara.  The coolest thing about Sara?  She comes to the apartment every day to watch Mason so I don't have to get him together in the morning and take him out in the cold.  IF he's still sleeping I can leave him be instead of wake him up to take him to the sitters and that is AWESOME.  We adore Hillary and will play with her often but the change, especially with how cold it is these days, hasn't been terrible.

Anywho, here's some current pictures of my little monster.  Love you all. xoxo.

 

Mason snuggling with his cousin Dariahn.

The haircut!

NOT a fan of Rice Cereal...

Christmas!!!!

Big boy carseat

Bouncing with Teddy

Big boy booster at Grandma & Grandpa's

Christmas!!!

Happy New Year!

 

Big boy...8 weeks, bumbo and oops, a little spittle.

What a big boy.  He LOVES sitting up in his Bumbo and mommy LOVES his smiles...win win.

Fresh starts

Mason and I are moving!  We got an apartment that I can afford all on my own and will be moving the beginning of November.  I'm super duper excited and can't wait.  Patience has never been my strong suit but I'm trying.

Mason's 7 weeks old now and laughed for the first time yesterday.  Of course he'd just made what we refer to as "Mason's split pee poop soup" for mommy and was probably laughing AT me instead of WITH me but I'll take it.  Cutest sound ever.

When we went to the doctor for his cold they weighed him and he's up to 10lbs 3oz!  We go for 2 month shots in a couple weeks.  Time is FLYING.

He's really strong and loves to pull on your fingers and try to pull himself up.  He holds his head up really well and his legs kick constantly.  He's started pushing up with his legs and I'm pretty sure he's going to LOVE a johnny jump up when he's big enough for one.

He's still got all of that awesome hair and his eyes are lightening up and seem to be headed towards my blue which I'm pretty excited about.

Ryan and I have filed our divorce and long story short are waiting on the Judge's approval.  Then we move on.

New apartment, divorce and a perfect baby... Life is looking up.

 

Helping mom get ready for work this morning...I guess it was hard work!

 

 

7 crazy awesome weeks

Can you believe it's been 7 weeks since this little monster made his way into the world?  It's been amazing and I wouldn't trade a second of it for anything.  Here's to you little man...adventure on!

The terrifying first cold..

Whoof it's been a long couple of weeks.  Poor little Mason got his first cold.  Unfortunately mommy got one at the same time.  I tell you what...you really wish for a second, third and maybe 10th set of arms when you're a single mom with a head cold and a sick baby!  I've never felt so helpless as when the little guy looked at me with that sad little face and practically begged me with those big blue eyes to make it feel better.  That's my job right?  Mommy the fixer.  And telling him that I can't fix it...explaining to him that I can squirt saline up his nose, suck the boogies out with that mean blue bulby thing, prop him up and run the humidifier...but I can't just make it better.  Feeling like he's blaming me for that, regardless of how unreasonable it is to feel that way....for hecks sake he's a month and a half old.  He's blissfully unaware of the human ability to place blame.  Giving him every minute I can of snuggles and doing my best to make him comfortable while his tiny little body fights off the oogies.  Second guessing everything...is he propped up enough?  Is it too much?  Is it going to hurt his neck or is he going to slip down and get burried under his blankie?  OMG I'm going to kill him by trying to keep him warm!  Rediculous crazy thoughts right?  Totally.  But the world is terrifying when you have a baby!  Some moms are super strong rock stars and some second guess EVERYTHING...I'd like to say I'm right in the middle.  Oh!  Don't forget the worry that I'm the one who got him sick.  Did I bring home some horrible germs and infect my baby?!  Bad mommy.  Bad.

Enter logic.  Mason was born at the end of summer so he's too young when fall and winter hit for any of the good drugs that mask the symptoms and help make it bearable to be sick.  His babysitter's daughter goes to school and could have come into contact with any number of oogies, or we could have found them in the grocery store, the doctor's office...who knows!  Covering him with a blankie is NOT going to kill him and he's going to let me know if he's propped in a way that makes him uncomfortable.  This is when I look in the mirror and yell GET A GRIP MOMMY.

Fast forward two weeks and we feel much better.  WE lived.  Who'd have thought.

Waaa waaa waaa says the mommy

For some reason this post from September 9th didn't publish. An update on my condition is that it's not in hernia but a blood clot, my incision is finally healing, and the blood clot will reabsorb on its own. No worries.

Here's the post:

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Wanna hear my latest drama?

I think I have a hernia. I've never had one but I have a knot the size of a golf ball above my incision (which is still somewhat infected), the knot is tender to the touch and it's not going away.

Day before yesterday I was sitting in the recliner and they sat my darling niece on my lap, which is the best I can do because I can't lift the wiggly 4-month old. (she's such a ball of adorable fun that it's sooo hard to not pick her up and play with her!)  She was getting sleepy so I turned her around and started rocking her. She decided to fight me and kicked me squarely in the owie/guts. Lets just say ouch is an understatement.  I couldn't figure out why it hurt soooo bad because she didn't kick my incision, she kicked above it.  So I was feeling my lower abdomen that night to try to isolate the main source of the pain and that's when I found the lump.

Best part? (Enter sarcasm)
This is my last week off work and when this week's over I'll also be completely out of sick leave, vacation days AND comp time. So, in short, I don't friggin have TIME for a hernia.
And to add insult to injury my sister and her little family go back to Washington Tuesday. Super-duper sad face.

BUT...
The beautiful part of being Mason's mommy is that even as I type this he's snoozing away in his cradle and I'm so full of love for my little angel that I'm not even mad at my situation. I couldn't have imagined a love this big and pure a month ago. Mind = blown.