Happy Birthday Little Man!

One year ago today, my beautiful son made his way into the world. This year has been a heck of a ride, with so many changes, but he has made me smile every single day of it. I could not be happier to be Christopher’s mama, or prouder of how well Leah has taken to being a big sister.

On January 8th, 2014 I was admitted to the hospital at about 5 in the evening to be observed overnight as I prepared to be induced with Pitocin in the morning. Shortly after I arrived, and just as Dave was getting me settled in there so he could head home and sleep, I began having regular contractions! We walked the hallways for about an hour and I remember being shocked at how much walking eased the pain. When it stopped working, Dave ran out to get some dinner. Almost as soon as he returned my water broke. Christopher had a mind of his own and he was not going to wait for Pitocin, for Daddy to get some sleep, or for Mana to arrive. It was go-time!

I labored for about 8 hours in total and amazed myself as I pushed through the pain. I had an epidural, but it only worked on one side of my body! At 2:27 am Christopher was born. The doctor immediately placed the baby on my chest. I remember not caring at all how gooey he was and just kissing him and rubbing his little feet as he showed off his lung capacity. He had no trouble nursing whatsoever.

It has been an amazing year. I love the antics of this boy, even though he is definitely a handful! I always say that he likes to keep us sleep deprived and on our toes! Every day he finds something new to get into, and I was not at all surprised when he began walking at 11 months old. Despite how much he motors, he is still a little cuddlebug and a total Mama’s boy. He isn’t talking much, but he says “mama” in the most adoring tone. He also says dada, Lala for Leah, hi, uh-oh, ow, and did it!

I could go on all day, but I really just want to say Happy Birthday, CW!

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The Epitome of Christopher

All parents know that babies have a tendency to develop personalities that they end up carrying with them through life. I, for one, definitely think you can predict the kind of person your child will grow up to be based on early personality signs. Christopher has already developed quite the personality. Rather than describe him to you all, I am just going to share with you something that happened last night, and this story is the epitome of my little guy.

It was bedtime and Chris was getting sleepy. I brought him into his room, turned on Tranquil Turtle, and sat down in the rocking chair. I quietly hummed ‘You Are My Sunshine’ like I always do. For a few minutes he was restless and kept pointing his chubby little fingers at things in the room, straining to get to them. Finally, he settled in with his head on my chest. After about five minutes he felt heavier and I figured that if he wasn’t asleep he was at least close.

Then, all of a sudden, he sprang up in my arms with this huge, mischievous grin, and yelled, “Boo!” It scared the ever living heck out of me! He was so proud of himself!

That’s my boy!

This is America!

When my mom gets tired she gets bothered by the most random little things. And I find that hilarious in and of itself, but it gets better! She will go off on these crazy rants at the most inopportune times about the random things that bug her.

With that tid-bit of information in mind, here is a great story. CW is walking! When he began, about a month ago, my mom mentioned that now she would have to get him some sneakers.

boot“Oh,” I replied, “I already got him these cute suede booties with a soft bottom he can wear.” I held them up for her to admire, and in my mind she thought they were adorable. Boy was I wrong!

Yesterday we took the kids and hit up the local Osh Kosh outlet near us. As soon as we walked in the door she made a beeline to a bin of sneakers, pulled out a pair in Chris’ size, and tried one on his foot.

“I have to get him these! They are only $9.99!”

I figured it was a great deal and gave him some variety in his footwear. At the register, however, my mom handed the sneakers over to the cashier and remarked,

“Mana can’t wait to put these on you as soon as we get in the car. Then I can take off those stupid things mommy got you!”

“Wait!” I exclaimed, “You don’t like his little booties I got for him?”

“No!” she raved (and thus it began!), “They are stupid. I mean, what country do you think this is? Huh? This is AMERICA! And in America we wear sneakers! Especially little boys, and most especially my grandson!”

I laughed hysterically, especially after seeing the expression on the face of the bewildered cashier. You see, I mentioned that these rants tend to happen when my mom is tired, and yesterday was like a set-up for an epic rant. She watched both kids while I got my hair cut, CW skipped his nap, and then we drove 40 minutes to go shopping (she hates shopping) only to arrive with a whiny Leah who refused to try on overalls, and a screechy Christopher who wanted to wreak havoc. So, when the rant happened, I wasn’t all that surprised, although it was amusing that it was directed at the boots I had carefully searched for and purchased for my new walker.

Today, I dutifully put Christopher’s new sneakers on him before we went to the market. I then snapped a photo of the sneaker upon his foot and captioned it “‘Cause this is America!”