Friends and Babies

Friends and Babies
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What to do with a friend who doesn't have a baby? No matter how much they try to understand - they just don't. Some are better than others. Some, even though they would never say it - probably find us boring now that we are parents. Others just leave it alone. Friends grow apart over time - it just happens, especially when your lives are completely different.

I do understand, really. I know me talking about breastfeeding, or poopie diapers, or Ansons first solids, or first sickness is of no interest to a non-parental friend.

Paul actually picked Anson up today ! Wow - and Anson didn't even cry. What a big boy.

Anson - SICK

Anson - SICK
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Anson had his first sickness over the weekend. Saturday morning he woke up with a fever. 102 degree was the highest, I called the doctor and they told me only to bring him in if it got to 105 - I can't imagine having a fever like that.

He was miserable. He wouldn't let us put him down - ever, even when he was sleeping he had to be held - he spent the whole day in just his diaper to keep his temperature down. He was getting baby Tylenol every 4 to 6 hours. He even slept in our bed that night. The next morning he improved - no more fever. But - I got it.

My temperature got to 102 degrees on Sunday - I was miserable. I wanted to just lay down and sleep all day. Today it gradually got better, but I am still coughing like crazy, so is Anson.

So Mark had to deal with a sick family on his super daddy weekend. He was such a sweety, taking care of Anson and I - I love him so much.

Em Bare Ass Ment...har har

Anson
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I simply cannot resist taking pictures of Ansons baby butt. I love every little bit of him. Even though I know he will eventually hate these pictures, I can't resist. Maybe once he has his own children he will understand why, and appreciate them a bit more.

We purchased his stroller last weekend at toys-r-us - and guess what....I breastfed in public. Well, almost. I did it in a dressing room. I refused to go into a nasty restroom, then I saw the dressing rooms and a little light bulb lit up over my head. I can't believe I didn't think of that sooner - dressing rooms.

Nice little Chat

Nice little Chat
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Anson is babbling all of the time now - to me, his daddy, to his toys, the fish, whatever and whoever will listen. Sometimes it's a squeal, other times it's a gentle coo. It is always heart meltingly sweet.

I can't wait for him to start saying mama and dada. I imagine the first time he says mama will be mid-cry. Dada will probably some one day when Mark comes home from work. I think this because when Mark walks through the door I almost always bring Anson to him saying - dada's home! Yay! He gets so excited. Him crying mama, I think that because when he wakes from his nap and starts to whine I always say mamas coming - mamas here. So those are my guesses.

Real talking seems so far off, but then again it seems he was a little newborn just yesterday - so I bet it will get here before I know it.....Then he will be off to college....oh the thought of him growing old makes me sad in a way. I love my little baby boy.

Not all Roses

Not all Roses
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Ok, I'll admit it - Anson isn't always cooing and smiling - sometimes he just has a bad day. Today was one of those days. He wanted to be held all day long.....if I put him down he was not happy - if I stopped moving - he was not happy. My left arm is now much stronger. I am hoping tomorrow is better. He's not sick, just well, moody I guess. Today he just wanted to be cuddled - a lot.

And tonight - is his first night in the crib. He's always been in the bassinet right next to own bed at night. Even though he is right accross the hall it feels like miles. So now I am preparing to lay down for bedtime, and just lay there for an hour worrying that he is not breathing - that I don't hear his breathing on the monitor - then checking in on him - waking him and starting all over again....yay!

Good news - He rolled over today :-)

Super Daddy Weekend

Super Daddy Weekend
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Anytime my husband gets a three day weekend - like this weekend - we call it a super daddy weekend. I love having him around. He is such a great husband and father. I feel very lucky. I hear about husbands and wives fighting constantly, husbands not appreciating what their wives do from day to day. Wives being too demanding, not "trying" after the wedding bells. Our relationship is truly a give and take. We communicate so well. I hate being around women who are bitching about their partners - when they all look to me to start with my bitching - I have nothing to say.

He is also a good dad. He changes Ansons diapers, plays with him (currently trying to help him to learn how to roll over) and he loves to snuggle Anson. He doesn't see Anson as some burden, as other Dads might do. And I knew even before we chose to have a baby that he would be a great, caring Dad.

Today we went grocery shopping. It was super cold so Mark dropped Anson and I off in front of the store. When we were done he had us wait inside for him to put the groceries in the car and he picked us up right in front of the store. I didn't have to ask for this - he just did it.

I just feel so lucky.

On being the crazy parents

365 - Day 2 - On being the crazy parents
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I often wonder who Anson will be when he gets older with parents like us. We are soooo extremely goofy all of the time. Hopefully he will understand there is a time for funyuns - and a time for responsibilyuns.

You never know how your children will turn out - but we do know one thing - how your parents are, how they treat you, other people, and what interested them directly impact how you are. Everything they said and did when you were young effected you. Whether you can to admit it or not, you are who you are, because of your parents, good - or bad.

I often hear people say - I won't make the same mistakes my parents did - and I feel the same way. I think the trick is not to go to the other extreme. My mother was beaten, her parents were super strict. So, in turn, with me she was overly permissive. I was spoiled. This exploded in her face when I became a rebellious, angry teenager. So, I in turn do not want to spoil Anson - I can't let him get away with everything. But I don't want to be too strict either.

It's all in finding the balance.

So, I hope we will do good. I hope he turns out to be a responsible, happy, fulfilled adult.