Baby Makes

Think we should bring this to the cottage??

I think he likes it.

Doctor visit yesterday. It was really hard to communicate with Dr. Millar because every time he mentioned Jackson’s new weight, I cracked up, fell on the floor and wouldn’t get up until I could catch my breath.

17 pounds. 1 ounce. And an additional half ounce to tip the scale a little more.

25.25 inches long.

I was laughing too hard to hear the head circumference but our nurse Lori showed me Jackson on the growth chart.

He’s off it.

I have a 6 month sized 10 week old.

It’s not about worshiping from afar. It’s not about adapting yourself, editing yourself, molding yourself or changing yourself.

He makes me feel I can be entirely myself. He makes me feel that I can be more than I am. He is potential. He is realization. I’m in love with him.

This is a quote from the book I’m reading right now; delicious married-with-kids trash that I eat up. I think the reason it took me so long to find the man of my life is because I kept adapting, editing, molding and changing myself for the other men in my life. So the relationship could never last because it was never me. And thank god, because if that had worked, I may have been stuck in a relationship with a non-committal man who doesn’t relate well to children, or a man who made little to no money and loved his mother more than any man should, or a man whose children would have 10x more than their share of the gene responsible for alcoholism and addiction.

Finally hitting the rock bottom of failed relationships helped me recognize that I chose men the wrong way and for the wrong reasons. Finding Arras was nothing I planned for, but was the miracle I didn’t know I needed. And with him I was entirely myself, in every moment, whether that was good or bad. I had nothing to lose at the time; but how horrible would it have been if my bad bits had been enough to drive him off? So how awesome is it that he stuck around? He doesn’t fit the idea I had years ago of ‘the man of my dreams’ but he far surpasses it. And everything else in my dreams has come true because of him and the best bits of him are WAY more than I deserve.

So thank god for being myself, because it brought me the best thing I have: my love, my husband.

Happy anniversary, Arras. I love you very much.

Jacksolotofbaby was mistaken for a four month old yesterday as Yaya and I were shopping at Fabricland. When I said he was only two months old, the lady who was cooing at him said “He’s BIG!” and was so surprised she stepped back a bit as though if she got too close he might take a bite. It reminds me of a post a good friend of mine wrote in her blog about people telling her how big her baby was, as though she had no clue. I know exactly how big Jackson is; I remember almost everything about his birth, and I never get a moment to forget the health issues I continue to endure ever since his birth, thanks to his size. I am proud that my baby is thriving, but for pete’s sake, dudes, can you not think of something else to say other than “He’s BIG!”? Here are some more amusing options, if you have to mention his girth:

• what a cute chunky monkey
• no chance misplacing him, hey?
• well, you certainly didn’t get your bub from your tall, lean, beautiful mother, did you?!
• my, aren’t you festively plump?
• Are you a 15+ pound fatty? Yes you are! Oh yes you are!
• Whoa, for a second I thought I was looking at an OCC boy
• RUN! Monster baby!

Thanks, it’s easier to laugh if I’m not rolling my eyes.

Always super big fun, this Saturday’s DSA-NCR Annual Picnic should be a blast. Yaya is bringing GF hotdog and hamburger buns, and we’re going to challenge the nap schedule by feeding Cameron sugar. Come one come all; the picnic spans the nap hours from 11am-2pm at Hampton Park.

…to the person who found our sippy cup and put it somewhere very visible for us to find again.

Cameron is still only eating yogurt which means his throat still hurts. I called the doc this morning and they were able to fit us in for 10:30am. Since it takes about an hour to walk there, we had to leave promptly. On the walk Cam pitched his best sippy cup and I wasn’t able to see where it landed let alone make the time to go back for it. We had to cut our  losses and keep going. One throat swab and one iced latte later, we walked home retracing our steps and there on the roof of a parked car was our glorious sippy cup! I grabbed it, said thank you to whoever might hear me, and smiled all the way home. I’m sure Cameron would have smiled too had he been awake.

(music pukkapukka) Narrator: Few people get to see inside the kitchen of the SAHM. A dangerous terrain with uneven surfaces, it provides a feeding ground for a wide variety of strange animals.  Dustbunnies kick around where you hate to see them, large beetles with a tendency to stick to vertical surfaces abound, and the letter “A”, though seemingly docile in its sleepful state, can jump up at any time. This toddler has 7 days to survive among the creatures in this kitchen before being “rescued” by the crew. His goal: to make shelter,  and hopefully find food and water. Not wanting to overheat, this toddler has obviously made the first of many good decisions in this adventure. He has removed all his clothing but for his undergarments and his ever important rain boots. Never far from his mind are the words “You sweat, you DIE”

(change of shot, music) Narrator: Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he catches not just the beauty of his Huron County rain boots (thank you Listowel Zellers) but a small dish. Its unbelievable to think that food could be found so easily in the unpredictable kitchen. But WAIT! Did the yellow paper just sneak closer???

Narrator: Wary of moving suddenly, the toddler takes a subtle glance at the yellow paper, the beetle, and the shoe, and bends closer to the dish. This could be a trap…where is that “A” anyway?

Narrator: It all looks good. The toddler gets comfortable, having ensured his own safety by removing not just the lazy “A” but also somehow the shoe. Good GOD, man, tell your mom to clean up in there! Sweet pepperoni; this protein will provide much energy for the next few days, and breath that will keep any predators at bay. (music dihhidihii, and strains of the harmonica)