As we were finishing his bath tonight Tate was his usual happy self. All of the water had gone out of the tub, and I was just getting ready to get up and get him out. I looked at him and he was looking down at his penis in awe as urine started coming out!! He seemed so shocked. I turned the faucet on to get the water running, so I could rinse the pee off of him. Well that just amazed him. He looked up and pointed at the water running out of the faucet and back down at his penis 'making' water as well. He looked back up at the faucet water and back down again at his penis. This went on a few more times...faucet water, penis water. He then grabbed his penis to get more water out, turned it all around and up and down. Absolute magic in his opinion it seems.
PRICELESS.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
18 Months Old!!!
It is unfathomable to me that my little boy, my son, is 18 months old today. At exactly 3:13 pm, my mom, who was here to celebrate with us, said "What time was Tate born?" Wow...he was pulled from my body at 3:13pm on Thursday, July 23, 2009. I felt that HUGE push and then he was here!! From that moment on, life changed.
He is soooo much fun these days. I hate spending time away from him. I am one of those people who dreads Sundays, because the next day is Monday. That is a sure sign to me that we need to start going to church much more regularly. He actually does pretty well, though we have to go to the children's service. I so miss my traditional service, but we just need to go every week.
Grandmommy and Aunt Lindsey came over to celebrate these 18 months with us today! We didn't have any treats today, but none were necessary! Grandmommy brought him a new puzzle and I got him the stacking train by Melissa and Doug and a couple of very sweet books. Yes, he is very spoiled, and I'm sure not many people celebrate monthly birthdays well into the second year, but meh I don't care! :)
As far as milestones...well I don't even know where we left off. What can Tate do now?
He can run! He rarely walks when he can run.
He can do picture puzzles. This actually really surprised me. He's so good at them.
He loves to dance especially to his Music Together CD. He really likes the song "When the Saints Go
Marching In."
He can feed himself extremely well with a spoon.
He can climb into his highchair. (this I'm sure I shouldn't allow)
He can follow instructions...amazingly well. This also has me in awe.
He helps put his clothes on (puts arms in) This he has been doing for about 6 months.
He loves airplanes, and whenever he hears them he stops what he's doing and puts his hand in the air
and looks to me so I can see/hear it too!!
He will roll a ball back and forth (started this around 16 months)
He can sort by colors!!!
He can ride a riding toy!! He loves his Wheely Bug!! That thing can move!!
He will sit down and 'read' books to himself. (love this!!) A new fave is "Goodnight Moon" I started
reading that to him every night the night we came home from the hospital.
He throws balls overhanded.
He is extremely picky about his food.
He gives hugs and kisses when asked.
He can point to basic body part!
WHEW! He's been busy. Many of these he mastered a bit ago, but I wanted to list them out to really see for myself. Now if he would only talk. He has probably said about 15 words in his short life, however he fails to use them. His favorite word right now is 'car' and he says it all the time. But other than that I cannot get him to say anything. We have our 18 month check up on Friday. We'll see what the doc says!!
As he sleeps tonight, I am still in wonder that he is in my life. I know we will have our ups and downs, trials and tribulations. But as long as we come back together at the end of everyday with those wondrous hugs like we do now, then I know we will always be just fine. Though we may reside on opposite ends of the earth or simply opposite sides of the house, we belong to one another.
He is soooo much fun these days. I hate spending time away from him. I am one of those people who dreads Sundays, because the next day is Monday. That is a sure sign to me that we need to start going to church much more regularly. He actually does pretty well, though we have to go to the children's service. I so miss my traditional service, but we just need to go every week.
Grandmommy and Aunt Lindsey came over to celebrate these 18 months with us today! We didn't have any treats today, but none were necessary! Grandmommy brought him a new puzzle and I got him the stacking train by Melissa and Doug and a couple of very sweet books. Yes, he is very spoiled, and I'm sure not many people celebrate monthly birthdays well into the second year, but meh I don't care! :)
As far as milestones...well I don't even know where we left off. What can Tate do now?
He can run! He rarely walks when he can run.
He can do picture puzzles. This actually really surprised me. He's so good at them.
He loves to dance especially to his Music Together CD. He really likes the song "When the Saints Go
Marching In."
He can feed himself extremely well with a spoon.
He can climb into his highchair. (this I'm sure I shouldn't allow)
He can follow instructions...amazingly well. This also has me in awe.
He helps put his clothes on (puts arms in) This he has been doing for about 6 months.
He loves airplanes, and whenever he hears them he stops what he's doing and puts his hand in the air
and looks to me so I can see/hear it too!!
He will roll a ball back and forth (started this around 16 months)
He can sort by colors!!!
He can ride a riding toy!! He loves his Wheely Bug!! That thing can move!!
He will sit down and 'read' books to himself. (love this!!) A new fave is "Goodnight Moon" I started
reading that to him every night the night we came home from the hospital.
He throws balls overhanded.
He is extremely picky about his food.
He gives hugs and kisses when asked.
He can point to basic body part!
WHEW! He's been busy. Many of these he mastered a bit ago, but I wanted to list them out to really see for myself. Now if he would only talk. He has probably said about 15 words in his short life, however he fails to use them. His favorite word right now is 'car' and he says it all the time. But other than that I cannot get him to say anything. We have our 18 month check up on Friday. We'll see what the doc says!!
As he sleeps tonight, I am still in wonder that he is in my life. I know we will have our ups and downs, trials and tribulations. But as long as we come back together at the end of everyday with those wondrous hugs like we do now, then I know we will always be just fine. Though we may reside on opposite ends of the earth or simply opposite sides of the house, we belong to one another.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Responsiblity
Being sick when you're a mom is difficult; being sick when you're a single momma by choice seems insurmountable.
Late last Sunday afternoon I seemed to have a tickle in my throat. I had a very slight dry cough...nothing that concerned me except that it was not my norm. Monday, all day at work I was cold. Yet that's not uncommon for me, and the office building had the a/c running though it was in the low 50s/high 40s outside.
Then came Tuesday morning. I was freezing when I woke up here at home and could barely lift my head off my pillow. Miserable. Tate was his normal happy self at 5:45 in the morning. Somehow I got him dressed, myself dressed (and seriously all I did was put clothes on..no makeup, I don't think I even ran a comb through my hair...just threw on a headband), got him fed and I took my temperature...102.8. Miserable. I grabbed Tate, our stuff and a blanket and out the door we went. I floated into the daycare with him...thank goodness he's such a good little boy. It was cold out, he needed a jacket and hat and I needed him to walk on his own...all of which he did with no fuss. Somehow I made it to work. It felt like the longest day of my life. My fever stayed between 102 and 103 all day whilst I lived on Tylenol. In between patients I laid on the floor in my office under my blanket from home with my head on my purse. Miserable.
Thankfully, Lindsey was already planning on picking Tate up from daycare for me. She helped me get him fed. I got him bathed and in bed by 7. Still had to clean up and get ready for the next day for him. I have no recollection of how I did any of that. Wednesday, I felt a bit better though still running a low grade fever; by the end of the day I was absolutely exhausted. But sadly Thursday I was right back where I started. I actually started crying at work I was so miserable. OJ was brought in for me and they held the schedule as it was...no add ins. I could barely function. On top of all of this is my constant worry that Tate is going to catch whatever it was I had. I was washing my hands constantly, handling his food and everything else only while wearing gloves. I didn't kiss or cuddle him. And it's so hard now because he is such a cuddle bug now!!! And for the first time since he was born I slept in a different room than him. I started this on Wednesday evening after coughing like a maniac all night Tuesday and waking him up. It was so hard to leave him alone on the 3rd floor and sleep on the first floor. I felt more than guilty, plus I truly love sharing our room. But I needed him to get his rest, and I needed some solid sleep. He sleeps through the night, but he cries out at least 2 times during the night when he turns over looking for a pacifier which in turn awakens me. But I missed him. I missed hearing him turn over, missed hearing him breathe, simply missed his presence. However, it was the best thing for both of us. I've been downstairs for 3 night, and I am actually going to spend one more night downstairs tonight since I still have a slight cough and congestion. Friday, I took him to daycare around 9 just so I could get some rest...add that to my extreme Mommy guilt. There was no way we were going to make it to our Music Together class, and I needed to just get my strength back as I still felt horrible. I picked him up early and we spent the rest of the day on the floor playing. Today I'm much better, still far from 100%. I know that had I just been able to stay home that first day and get some rest when I was the sickest and most feverish I would not still be so sick.
But here's the thing. I'm the sole provider for our family. It's just me. Only me. Worse, I am in a job where I have no paid sick time. If I'm sick, I don't get paid. So I go in, run the risk of infecting everyone in contact with me and do my job as best I can. Then when I'm home not feeling good, I still have to play with Tate, change him, feed him, full on take care of him. I don't have someone who can run out at 1am and get me some Tylenol if I run out. But I'm a mother. It's amazing what you can and WILL do when you're a mother. This little boy depends totally on me. He doesn't understand that I do not feel like reading 'Maisy' for the umpteenth time. He just wants his mommy. And I just want my mommy. (who sadly had a horrible ear infection all week)
So, like all single mommies out there I'm soldiering on. I am only doing only that which must be done for the next few days. But this is what I signed up for. And as hard as it has been, it has made me realize how strong I can be. I don't always want to be that strong one, but for now I am. I am mommy, hear me roar.
Late last Sunday afternoon I seemed to have a tickle in my throat. I had a very slight dry cough...nothing that concerned me except that it was not my norm. Monday, all day at work I was cold. Yet that's not uncommon for me, and the office building had the a/c running though it was in the low 50s/high 40s outside.
Then came Tuesday morning. I was freezing when I woke up here at home and could barely lift my head off my pillow. Miserable. Tate was his normal happy self at 5:45 in the morning. Somehow I got him dressed, myself dressed (and seriously all I did was put clothes on..no makeup, I don't think I even ran a comb through my hair...just threw on a headband), got him fed and I took my temperature...102.8. Miserable. I grabbed Tate, our stuff and a blanket and out the door we went. I floated into the daycare with him...thank goodness he's such a good little boy. It was cold out, he needed a jacket and hat and I needed him to walk on his own...all of which he did with no fuss. Somehow I made it to work. It felt like the longest day of my life. My fever stayed between 102 and 103 all day whilst I lived on Tylenol. In between patients I laid on the floor in my office under my blanket from home with my head on my purse. Miserable.
Thankfully, Lindsey was already planning on picking Tate up from daycare for me. She helped me get him fed. I got him bathed and in bed by 7. Still had to clean up and get ready for the next day for him. I have no recollection of how I did any of that. Wednesday, I felt a bit better though still running a low grade fever; by the end of the day I was absolutely exhausted. But sadly Thursday I was right back where I started. I actually started crying at work I was so miserable. OJ was brought in for me and they held the schedule as it was...no add ins. I could barely function. On top of all of this is my constant worry that Tate is going to catch whatever it was I had. I was washing my hands constantly, handling his food and everything else only while wearing gloves. I didn't kiss or cuddle him. And it's so hard now because he is such a cuddle bug now!!! And for the first time since he was born I slept in a different room than him. I started this on Wednesday evening after coughing like a maniac all night Tuesday and waking him up. It was so hard to leave him alone on the 3rd floor and sleep on the first floor. I felt more than guilty, plus I truly love sharing our room. But I needed him to get his rest, and I needed some solid sleep. He sleeps through the night, but he cries out at least 2 times during the night when he turns over looking for a pacifier which in turn awakens me. But I missed him. I missed hearing him turn over, missed hearing him breathe, simply missed his presence. However, it was the best thing for both of us. I've been downstairs for 3 night, and I am actually going to spend one more night downstairs tonight since I still have a slight cough and congestion. Friday, I took him to daycare around 9 just so I could get some rest...add that to my extreme Mommy guilt. There was no way we were going to make it to our Music Together class, and I needed to just get my strength back as I still felt horrible. I picked him up early and we spent the rest of the day on the floor playing. Today I'm much better, still far from 100%. I know that had I just been able to stay home that first day and get some rest when I was the sickest and most feverish I would not still be so sick.
But here's the thing. I'm the sole provider for our family. It's just me. Only me. Worse, I am in a job where I have no paid sick time. If I'm sick, I don't get paid. So I go in, run the risk of infecting everyone in contact with me and do my job as best I can. Then when I'm home not feeling good, I still have to play with Tate, change him, feed him, full on take care of him. I don't have someone who can run out at 1am and get me some Tylenol if I run out. But I'm a mother. It's amazing what you can and WILL do when you're a mother. This little boy depends totally on me. He doesn't understand that I do not feel like reading 'Maisy' for the umpteenth time. He just wants his mommy. And I just want my mommy. (who sadly had a horrible ear infection all week)
So, like all single mommies out there I'm soldiering on. I am only doing only that which must be done for the next few days. But this is what I signed up for. And as hard as it has been, it has made me realize how strong I can be. I don't always want to be that strong one, but for now I am. I am mommy, hear me roar.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Where Have We Been?
It's been an interesting couple of weeks!! After our visit to the ER, we saw the allergist the following week. After some detective work, we ascertained that the only new thing was oranges. I had just started him on those about a week prior to this incident. He had oranges that day for lunch. Now I just knew this test was going to come back negative. I really and truly believed it would...who is allergic to oranges?! Well, lo and behold he came back positive!!! He is allergic to oranges. I cannot believe it, and our allergist is flummoxed by the severity of his reaction to the oranges. So, we now avoid all citrus items! I must say though, I don't believe this will be our last reaction. My little guy just seems to have so many allergy issues. His total IgE is high which means he is an allergic kid...I didn't need a test to tell me that!
So, where else have we been? My computer no longer has a screen that operates. The computer comes to life and happily sits there ready to be used. However, the screen is black! Ugh. As such, I have been without a computer for 6 days with 3-4 more days to go!! And I have moved on from PCs!! My sister, Lindsey and Christian have convinced me a Mac is the way to go, so my Macbook Pro should arrive within the week. (fyi...I'm writing this on Lindsey's Mac) My pink Dell is to be purely decoration from now on.
Then.......my dryer went on the fritz. About 10 days ago I smelled gas in my laundry room. The gas company came out and found no signs of gas anywhere in my house thankfully. However, the gentleman told me my dryer was improperly connected to the outlet or whatever you call that thing that goes outside and carbon monoxide leaks out that way!! So now I have to get a new dryer!! And I've just decided to get a new washer as well!
Carbon monoxide...unbelievable. Of course, I have huge mommy guilt as the laundry room is right next to our room. How many times have I done laundry with him sound asleep, though both doors are always closed. I now have carbon monoxide detectors on all 3 floors.
So, our 2011 has started out with a bang...a bang my wallet could have done without. :) But it's ok!! It's still going to be a great year!! We are going to Virginia this summer for a family reunion. Christian will be returning at least twice to visit!! And most importantly, Tate is still his funny, festive, loving self. He has started that noise with his lips where he uses his hands to make that brrrrSoooo cute. In the past 2-3 weeks he has started giving me the most amazing hugs and kisses. He loves when we're playing on the floor and I lay down on the floor...I become his jungle gym and he is all over me just giggling away. He has a new fascination with airplanes. Whenever he hears one he puts his hand up and looks out the window (if we're inside) and if we're outside he turn in circles looking at the sky trying to find it. He can even do the sign for airplane and he will say 'air.' Maybe we'll drive near one of the airports and just hang out one day.
So happy 2011 everyone and especially my wonderful Baby Tate!!!
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