What is this Adventure?

Full-time Mama & Part-time school social worker in the throes of toddlerhood at its best and worst. In my short tenure as a member of the prestigious Mamahood club, I find the reality of it all to be amazing, exhausting, hilarious, challenging, a blessing, lonely at times, nostalgic, guilt-ridden, and the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me...all at once. Sit back, read, laugh and cry with me on my adventure!

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Peek-a-Boo!

I learned about object permanence in my very first psychology / human development class.
What's the big deal?
A baby learns that an object exists even when he/she can not see it....um, yeah, no brainer...
Doesn't sound earth shattering, does it?
That is...until your baby finally plays peek-a-boo with you, interacting, laughing, and showing you that HE GETS IT!
Kieran has enjoyed the game of peek-a-boo for quite a while now.
Tonight marks the first time HE initiated the game...and showed ME how object permanence works :)

Kieran hates baths. It's always a struggle. He also does not care for lotion rub downs. (Look back at one of my first entries where I fear that my son has a sensory processing disorder...yup, still have that fear....)
So, I usually wrap him up in his bath towel afterwards and try to be playful with a bit of peek-a-boo.

Now, I know what some of you are thinking, especially those who read parenting books...
the nighttime routine is supposed to be calming, soothing, non-stimulating...to get my child ready for a good night's rest...
well....screaming about not wanting lotion is not very calming, so I prefer play....hey, I can't help it!
Besides, my milk still has this wonder drug that puts Kieran in a sleep coma on most nights....so....that's that.

Back to the subject at hand....the bath towel.....
Tonight I draped the bath towel over his little head...and plopped (yes, literally plopped because he thinks it's so funny), Kieran down on the bed.
Before I knew it, he took the bath towel and covered his head...only to peek out of it shortly after, looking for a familiar response from his mama.....peek-a-boo!

I loved it!
He repeated.....
9 more times!
We had such a blast...he even ALMOST made me forget to put lotion on his body....
Nice try, Kieran.....but your mama is almost as persistent as you....
not quite...
but almost.

This game was a sheer joy for Kieran and myself after a not-so-joyful day at work.

I thank God every day for the miracle I call Kieran Anthony.

Who knew object permanence could be so fun????

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Am I supposed to feel better?

So, all you Goal Writers...
Am I supposed to feel happier after writing these goals?
I don't.
Maybe I will when I start actually DOING them.
I'll let you know.
My angel is sleeping.
Thinking of him makes me feel happy.
Honestly, thinking of him allows me to slip away into a wonderful dream world.
I am so happy to be a mama.
Happy to tears.
Maybe that is all I need to remember my happiness.
Just to stop and think of my baby boy.
I am so blessed.
So so blessed.
I do feel better.
In the one minute I have been writing.
g'night.

Setting Goals...

Last night a majority of my family was over. I had been looking forward to the event for weeks. I love being around my parents and siblings, as they truly are my best friends (besides my husband). (As a side note and plug, my dad and younger brother were certainly missed...and it's never the same without them.) Back to my point...so, even though I had been looking forward to this event for weeks, I found myself unhappy yesterday. I couldn't put a finger on it, really, but I was in general, just feeling a bit blue...
I started thinking about WHY I may be feeling this way...
Was it because I have hives and can't seem to get them to go away?
Was it because my husband still doesn't have a job?
Was it because I am not really thrilled with my own part-time job?
Fact is, I felt completely and utterly happy while at home with my baby.
So, what was it?
Then, something hit me...
It really didn't matter WHY I felt this way...
I have hives. Period. Get over it.
Paul doesn't have a job yet. Period. Get over it.
I have to work. Period. Get over it.
So....then....if it didn't matter WHY....what did matter?
I have been reading this book for months.....one page every few weeks, really....my Erin recommended it to me - called "The Happiness Project".
In this book, the author feels that she is, in general, a happy person, but could be a little MORE happy.
She sets goals for herself.
I have another friend, my Becca, who also set goals for herself --- and POSTED them on a blog!
How's THAT for accountability?
SO....I decided today to start a goal list as well.
Yes, Becca, I'm copying you.
My first goal? Write a list of goals....
I'm gonna get on it now....

Friday, September 24, 2010

First Steps...

I don't have any video to prove it.
I don't even have a picture.
Nothing.
And I got too excited that even Kieran's daddy only caught the very tail end of the step as he fell in surprise of himself and my excitement. I think he was a little shaken up about it, actually.
So you'll have to take my word on this one...
On Wednesday afternoon, September 22nd, Kieran Anthony took his first two steps on his own.
One small step for Kieran....one giant leap for an ant or other small animal.

My cousin had her baby on that same day that Kieran walked.
Her first steps as a mama have been very very difficult.
Her baby had his first heart surgery today...the first of three to happen within the baby's first two years of life.
I can't even imagine.
She only got to hold her little guy for a minute after her c-section before they hurried him off...and then she basically broke out of her hospital to go to her baby's hospital before his surgery today.

Very different experiences of first steps...on the same day.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

It's been too long...my son is grown up and driving a car already...

ok, maybe not that long....but seriously, I have to keep this up a bit better!
I think I probably wrote that on my last blog entry.
Kieran is so big now. He's almost walking. He plays "How big is Kieran? Soooo big!" and he wants to talk so badly!
I am growing up too.....for instance, I don't cry when I have to go to work anymore...I'm a big girl now!
Actually, all that is thanks to my mom, who is earning more than her fair share of points in heaven for watching Kieran. Get this....she drives all the way from Milwaukee to Skokie to the south side of Chicago to take care of my son. Amazing? The best part? Kieran gets excited to see her when she pulls up in her car. It's so awesome to know that I am entrusting my son to someone I trust more than myself. (on that note, Kieran has definitely gotten more bumps and bruises on my time than on hers!)
I recently gave my son a cold. What an awful feeling....to know that I did something to make him not feel well....and he loves me anyway!
At church on Sunday the priest asked the church what the anecdote for greed is....I was too shy to raise my hand and speak (he asks everyone to answer into a microphone!) but I thought to myself.....babies are not greedy at all...
Here they are, in the most self-centered and focused time of their life and yet....not greedy. Kieran never eats more than he needs. He never asks for more material objects. He will find pleasure in playing with the dirt on the ground. He's never asked for the latest style of clothing...in fact, he doesn't even complain if I put his onesie on the outside of his pants! Babies are not greedy. They are the perfect anecdote for greed....because they teach us to only want and take what we need.....a bit of food, lots of love, and clothes and shelter to keep us warm....
On that note, my little love bug is having a rough night with his cold....I must go see him....