2007 is coming to an end, so I thought a year in review done video style was only appropriate.
Enjoy!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
A year of blogging…
I realized today, that I have been blogging at Mommy-hood 101 for a full year today! Happy anniversary to me!
I have had a blast today strolling down memory lane, watching him grow and change through the picture and video updates. It’s been a fabulous year and I’m so happy to have the highlights, a few lowlights and a lot of random things that would have easily been lost had I not recorded them here.
I can’t believe it’s been a year. Time sure does fly...
I have had a blast today strolling down memory lane, watching him grow and change through the picture and video updates. It’s been a fabulous year and I’m so happy to have the highlights, a few lowlights and a lot of random things that would have easily been lost had I not recorded them here.
I can’t believe it’s been a year. Time sure does fly...
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Yum! This stuff tastes great!!
Weeble Wobble has found, and fallen in love with….. Chapstick!
This look says, "I totally just got away with playing with your chapstick, and because I'm so cute I'll be able to do it again!" And.... he's right.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Well, Croup....
Greyson has the croup!
Sounds dramatic huh?
Yeah, that’s what I though too, at 5:00 in the morning as I huddled down by the night light (not wanting to wake anyone with “real” lights) to read in my ever trusty baby illness book. All the symptoms were there, sudden on-set, bark like cough, yes, he had THE CROUP! Three nervously paced hours later (ok, not really I went back to bed) I called the Doctor.
Me: Yes, Greyson has a bark like cough – I think he has the croup!!!
Nurse: Is he running a fever?
Me: No, but I only took it with one of those ear thermometers, and those sometimes are not real accurate, but he doesn’t feel warm like he’s running a fever, but I guess he could be….
Nurse: (Interrupting my fever ramble) Does he have a runny nose, pulling on his ears, any other cold symptoms?
Me: Well, he had a runny nose last week but that’s gone now, and he’s teething right now so I attributed all of his cold symptoms to that, but they are gone now, so no, no and no.
Nurse: Ok, well why don’t you bring him in today, what time can be here?
Me: (Panic ensues; they want me to bring him in – right away? Oh No! The croup is serious!!!) Um…. I can be there in 20 minutes, is this serious? Is he going to be ok?
Nurse: (Totally cracking up) No, no sweetie don’t worry, it does just sound like croup (she left off “the”, which makes it sound less threatening) I just know how scary croup can sound the first time, let’s just bring him in so we can make sure that’s all it is, and give mom a little piece of mind. (i.e. – come on in with your not sick child so we can have your co-pay and your insurance company to keep our doctor’s BMW full of premium gas, and we’ll spend 5 minutes with you telling you to put your child under a humidifier, which I could tell you on the phone, but we love your money). Can you be here at 2:10?
Me: We’ll be there, see you soon!
What have I learned from this story? Croup sounds way more scary if you say THE CROUP, in reality croup, is a simple cold in the larynx or voice box, it can last a few days or a couple of weeks, and is not all that serious, unless it get’s so bad that major coughing fits happen or if accompanied by a fever of 104. (Let me just state now that if Greyson ever has a fever even close to 104 – he’ll be in the emergency room with a totally freaked out Mommy). The best thing to do for croup, is a cool mist humidifier and lots of love.
Oh, and I have also learned that I’m happy to pay my “peace of mind co-payment” any day of the week, rather than sit home and worry myself to death that my baby will die from THE croup. So yeah, I’m a sucker – oh well.
Feel better soon my sweet little barky baby.
Sounds dramatic huh?
Yeah, that’s what I though too, at 5:00 in the morning as I huddled down by the night light (not wanting to wake anyone with “real” lights) to read in my ever trusty baby illness book. All the symptoms were there, sudden on-set, bark like cough, yes, he had THE CROUP! Three nervously paced hours later (ok, not really I went back to bed) I called the Doctor.
Me: Yes, Greyson has a bark like cough – I think he has the croup!!!
Nurse: Is he running a fever?
Me: No, but I only took it with one of those ear thermometers, and those sometimes are not real accurate, but he doesn’t feel warm like he’s running a fever, but I guess he could be….
Nurse: (Interrupting my fever ramble) Does he have a runny nose, pulling on his ears, any other cold symptoms?
Me: Well, he had a runny nose last week but that’s gone now, and he’s teething right now so I attributed all of his cold symptoms to that, but they are gone now, so no, no and no.
Nurse: Ok, well why don’t you bring him in today, what time can be here?
Me: (Panic ensues; they want me to bring him in – right away? Oh No! The croup is serious!!!) Um…. I can be there in 20 minutes, is this serious? Is he going to be ok?
Nurse: (Totally cracking up) No, no sweetie don’t worry, it does just sound like croup (she left off “the”, which makes it sound less threatening) I just know how scary croup can sound the first time, let’s just bring him in so we can make sure that’s all it is, and give mom a little piece of mind. (i.e. – come on in with your not sick child so we can have your co-pay and your insurance company to keep our doctor’s BMW full of premium gas, and we’ll spend 5 minutes with you telling you to put your child under a humidifier, which I could tell you on the phone, but we love your money). Can you be here at 2:10?
Me: We’ll be there, see you soon!
What have I learned from this story? Croup sounds way more scary if you say THE CROUP, in reality croup, is a simple cold in the larynx or voice box, it can last a few days or a couple of weeks, and is not all that serious, unless it get’s so bad that major coughing fits happen or if accompanied by a fever of 104. (Let me just state now that if Greyson ever has a fever even close to 104 – he’ll be in the emergency room with a totally freaked out Mommy). The best thing to do for croup, is a cool mist humidifier and lots of love.
Oh, and I have also learned that I’m happy to pay my “peace of mind co-payment” any day of the week, rather than sit home and worry myself to death that my baby will die from THE croup. So yeah, I’m a sucker – oh well.
Feel better soon my sweet little barky baby.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
2 years, 2 months and 8 days...
It’s official, Greyson is done nursing.
I want to cry.
I’m happy.
I want to cry.
In one way I was done too, I was ready, it was time. In another way it breaks my heart to a million little pieces. I know that our nursing time, all 2 years, 2 months and 8 days of it, gave us a bond like no other, I know that him not nursing does not mean that he doesn’t need me, but the change seems to have come with others that assert his independence and his far steps away from baby boy to big boy. He doesn’t need me to rock him to sleep, he’s excited to get into his crib and say “nigh, nigh, mommy”. He likes to lie down while I snuggle him under his covers, his eyes still wide, watching me leave the room. He spends more time playing on his own, the wheels of his imagination running wild and not needing me to entertain him. I love it and I’m so proud, and yet my heart aches for those quiet moments, rocking in the chair, looking down at my sweet baby boy nursing, one hand tucked behind my back, the other resting near my collar bone. I miss those close snuggles and knowing that I could provide him with not only nourishment, but the ultimate comfort.
No matter how big he get’s he’ll always be my little boy. Never in a million years did I think I would nurse him this long, but I’m so thankful for everyday that I did. I often tried to remind myself in the middle of the night, during the 27th feeding, that soon the days would be over when he was nursing, I didn’t realize how true that was. It was faster than a blink of an eye, and now my big boy no longer needs his nursey’s.
Thank goodness I’m still needed to kiss boo boo’s…..
I want to cry.
I’m happy.
I want to cry.
In one way I was done too, I was ready, it was time. In another way it breaks my heart to a million little pieces. I know that our nursing time, all 2 years, 2 months and 8 days of it, gave us a bond like no other, I know that him not nursing does not mean that he doesn’t need me, but the change seems to have come with others that assert his independence and his far steps away from baby boy to big boy. He doesn’t need me to rock him to sleep, he’s excited to get into his crib and say “nigh, nigh, mommy”. He likes to lie down while I snuggle him under his covers, his eyes still wide, watching me leave the room. He spends more time playing on his own, the wheels of his imagination running wild and not needing me to entertain him. I love it and I’m so proud, and yet my heart aches for those quiet moments, rocking in the chair, looking down at my sweet baby boy nursing, one hand tucked behind my back, the other resting near my collar bone. I miss those close snuggles and knowing that I could provide him with not only nourishment, but the ultimate comfort.
No matter how big he get’s he’ll always be my little boy. Never in a million years did I think I would nurse him this long, but I’m so thankful for everyday that I did. I often tried to remind myself in the middle of the night, during the 27th feeding, that soon the days would be over when he was nursing, I didn’t realize how true that was. It was faster than a blink of an eye, and now my big boy no longer needs his nursey’s.
Thank goodness I’m still needed to kiss boo boo’s…..
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Video!
Here is a cute clip of Greyson from this morning. The lighting is terrible, but if you turn up your volume (sorry, I'll be really loud, but it has to be up to hear him) you'll get to hear his musical talent and also get a kick out of how silly he is!
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Cheese!
Some of the games we play with Greyson are getting old, and while he still loves them, I’m getting bored. How many times can he show me where his nose is?? We’ve gone so far as to branch out to obscure body parts such as armpits and ankles, and now he says most of the parts as he points them out, but yet I still find myself searching for a way to make the game more entertaining for me. In my quest to liven this game of question and point, being played for the umpteenth time, Greyson created a moment I will giggle and laugh and smile about for the rest of my life….
After pointing out every single body part known to man, I decided I’d try to stump him.
“Ok wise guy, where is your smile?”
Pause…. I could see the little wheels turning, his hand flinched a time or two as if he’d point to his mouth, and then he turned to face me dead on, his baby blues twinkling with the knowledge that silly old mom couldn’t out smart him and simply said….
“CHEESE!!!”
Come to think of it, that games not so bad after all…..
After pointing out every single body part known to man, I decided I’d try to stump him.
“Ok wise guy, where is your smile?”
Pause…. I could see the little wheels turning, his hand flinched a time or two as if he’d point to his mouth, and then he turned to face me dead on, his baby blues twinkling with the knowledge that silly old mom couldn’t out smart him and simply said….
“CHEESE!!!”
Come to think of it, that games not so bad after all…..
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