::waving::
we're still here. we have not fallen off the face of the earth. in fact, we're thriving.
in fact, i think my not-blogging is actually reflective of why i want so badly to blog about the struggle to balance work and family. work has been crazy busy lately. we've got a lot of irons in the fire, and i've been running nonstop. as a result, i come home, spend some quality time with the baby and the hubby, then hit the hay to start all over again the next day. and somewhere in the middle of that, i have completely fallen off the blogwagon.
but i'm back. so don't get used to radio silence. you're not getting rid of me that easily!
and here is a testament to the speed with which babies develop: yesterday when i dropped john off for school, he was still mostly cooing and not saying any consonants. i picked him up after school, and he promptly said this: "ba ga da ga ba da da da ga." and he hasn't stopped saying it ever since.
there doesn't seem to be any relationship to words here - he's just making noise. although i did have a funny moment last night when he grabbed my breast and shouted "da da" which sounds remarkably like "ta-ta" which is how we frequently refer to his primary foodsource. but i am pretty sure that was a coincidence :)
john also had his first bath in the big tub with mommy last night. he did great. he swam a little, believe it or not, and crawled in the water (i think the buoyancy helped). he didn't even panic when his face went into the water - just sputtered a little, coughed, and smiled.
and tonight, daddy finally got to hear the babbling. and john was just so sweet and good all night. and that leads me to my latest "big" parenting decision:
every night when i put him to sleep, i am going to tell john why i am proud of him that day. not fluffy junk, but real things that he did that i'm proud of. i think that will be especially powerful when he's a little older and we maybe have days where we don't get along so well ... i still want him to go to bed knowing the things he did that made his mama proud. i want him to always know how amazed i am to know him, let alone to have the privilege of being his mommy.
we're still here. we have not fallen off the face of the earth. in fact, we're thriving.
in fact, i think my not-blogging is actually reflective of why i want so badly to blog about the struggle to balance work and family. work has been crazy busy lately. we've got a lot of irons in the fire, and i've been running nonstop. as a result, i come home, spend some quality time with the baby and the hubby, then hit the hay to start all over again the next day. and somewhere in the middle of that, i have completely fallen off the blogwagon.
but i'm back. so don't get used to radio silence. you're not getting rid of me that easily!
and here is a testament to the speed with which babies develop: yesterday when i dropped john off for school, he was still mostly cooing and not saying any consonants. i picked him up after school, and he promptly said this: "ba ga da ga ba da da da ga." and he hasn't stopped saying it ever since.
there doesn't seem to be any relationship to words here - he's just making noise. although i did have a funny moment last night when he grabbed my breast and shouted "da da" which sounds remarkably like "ta-ta" which is how we frequently refer to his primary foodsource. but i am pretty sure that was a coincidence :)
john also had his first bath in the big tub with mommy last night. he did great. he swam a little, believe it or not, and crawled in the water (i think the buoyancy helped). he didn't even panic when his face went into the water - just sputtered a little, coughed, and smiled.
and tonight, daddy finally got to hear the babbling. and john was just so sweet and good all night. and that leads me to my latest "big" parenting decision:
every night when i put him to sleep, i am going to tell john why i am proud of him that day. not fluffy junk, but real things that he did that i'm proud of. i think that will be especially powerful when he's a little older and we maybe have days where we don't get along so well ... i still want him to go to bed knowing the things he did that made his mama proud. i want him to always know how amazed i am to know him, let alone to have the privilege of being his mommy.
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