i decided last night that we needed to go out on a "real" date. we go out to dinner all the time to places like the fish grill (our favorite), and so on...but we never do anything afterwards. we always just come home and watch a movie, and for any of you who know kyle, you know he falls asleep.
he's a very boring movie partner....
so...last night we went out to dinner at lucille's and then went out to see a movie (much more fun). of course we brought along our little munchkin, but he was so tired i figured he would just sleep. much to my surprise, at dinner little blue eyes sat staring at me from across the table.
when we got to the movies, all i saw the whole time were
little blue eyes.....
staring at the screen.
he didn't fall asleep once, and afterwards he smiled and laughed as his daddy bounced him down the stairs....(this was at 11 pm, by the way)
i did not expect this being a mom. i expected it to be much harder.
though those days may be ahead of me, i am enjoying every minute of this precious time i have with my little blue eyes.
today i had to take my little gray to get his shots. this is the third time he has had to get them (i like to spread them out, as to not overwhelm his little system).
it is the saddest thing as a mother to have to take your precious little baby, all smiles and giggles, to get something that you know is going to wipe that smile right off his face. something that you know is going to hurt him. it is things like this that make being a mother so hard. though you know it is good for them, you almost want to walk right out of the doctor's office to protect them from the pain.
i finally mustered up the courage to take him at 3:30. when they called us in my heart sank. they tell you to lay your baby on the table and hold his hands. as i did this he looked at me with the hugest smile. "oh, please don't smile at me," i thought...the nurse laughed and said he had no idea what was coming. i almost burned her with my glare....it was not funny. one, two, three....poke! his smile quickly turned into realization as the pain hit, and he started to cry.
but to my astonishment, it didn't last. as soon as i picked him up he was instantly comforted. my heart melted. to me, that is the greatest blessing of being a mother. having the power to so completely console someone so precious. it seemed that he completely forgot about the shot, and he even turned and gave the nurse a huge smile.
ultimately...it was harder for me than it was for him. i agonized over it, and he forgot about it in ten seconds. my little gray is so brave. he will forever be...
my little champ.
well...the other day i was having lunch with my friends kristen and britlyn. grayson was over in the corner in the bouncer seat, while the three of us sat talking. all of the sudden i heard this, "cough, cough". no, that couldn't be my son. sure enough, "cough, cough"... it was coming from my gray. i looked over at the other mothers, "he does not have a cough," i assured them. (us mothers are funny about those things).
the next day i was getting ready to go for the day. naturally i cannot do this with one hand, so i have to put my precious boy down, so i can tend to myself. i usually set him in the bathroom with me on his boppy pillow, and i sing and dance for him, and he loves it. as i turned away from him so i could do my makeup in the mirror, all of the sudden i heard "cough, cough". and then it hit me, he is doing this for attention. no way! to test my theory, i looked back at him and started to sing and dance again. he was all smiles. then i looked away...."cough, cough".
so ever since that day he has mysteriously gotten a "cough" whenever i am not right by his side. it's hilarious, and i will eat it up while it lasts. i know that too soon he won't yearn for my attention the way he does now.
if i've learned one thing these past few weeks, it is this.....
no one puts gray in a corner.
so....
my mom is a worry wart. unfortunately, she has passed this trait on to me. i worry about everything. but for me, worry wart became an understatement the day gray was born. i became a mother bear. people were afraid to get to close at the risk of losing a finger. normally, i could've hibernated in my home for the first little while, and no one would have known the extent of my condition. but unfortunately, circumstance did not permit this, as he was born right before the two major holidays. thanksgiving and christmas. could there be a worse time to be born? coaxed out of the house to the holiday parties by my husband, i clung to my baby like white on rice. nobody was going to get too close, because germs can jump you know. so i stuck to my resolve, and only my husband, my mother, and myself were aloud actual contact with the baby.
looking back....
could i have eased up? perhaps.
do i regret it? not one bit.
so now i am branded with the "overly protective mother" mark....
not necessarily a desirable label, but considering my baby is safe and free of illness, oh so worth it!
i have wanted to start a new blog for a while. gray is growing up so fast, and i want to be able to remember all the cute little things he does. so i am going to treat my blog like a journal. quick preface of my life before i begin. i was born and raised in southern california by two wonderful parents, and with 3 younger siblings. when i was 17 i met the man of my dreams, and we were married 2 years later in the newport beach temple, in may of 2008. life has treated us well, and in november of 2010 we welcomed a beautiful 8 lbs 10oz little boy into our family. he is the joy of our life, and i can't even remember what life was like without him in it.
so...last night we went out to dinner at lucille's and then went out to see a movie (much more fun). of course we brought along our little munchkin, but he was so tired i figured he would just sleep. much to my surprise, at dinner little blue eyes sat staring at me from across the table.
