I was looking back on some pictures of Slade as a baby in part of my progressing attempt to prepare my mind for our next baby (we find out Friday what we're having... YAY!!!) and the thought crossed my mind, "Is it possible that other people do not see my child as the adorable and wondrous creature that I do?" Ok, so the people who see him struggling in church b/c of this darned 1-4pm schedule (isn't that the worst time to have church for little children - that's like worldwide nap time to my knowledge?) may not think he's the cutest...
I see people and friends post pictures of thier children as well and they seem to feel the same way they do about their children, but some of the children I see, while sure to grow into their looks someday, are not quite as aestetically or otherwise pleasing as their parents deem them to be.
That's what parenthood is all about. I will put up with my child's crazy antics, frumpy hair, and stinky binky any day over anothers'. I love just about everything about my kid- from the way he 'meows' when I ask him what a kitty says to the wet kisses and 'duv yous' he blesses me with daily.
Is it possible that we are not as enthralled with one another's children as much as we are our own? Most definitely yes and I'm sure that's just the way God wants it. As parents we love our children unconditionally (though we still punish ill behavior) and only see the good in them or potential to become better.
I'm so blessed to have a wonderful child, to be pregnant with another wonderful child- and best of all to have the best husband (hereagain, I'm sure many women would contest theirs is the best :). He is the most loving, devoted, unconditionally loving and honest, best daddy I know. He also thinks his child is the most beautiful creature alive - when he wonders aloud how we got such a beautiful boy or prepares him and his crib for bed by stocking it with his favorite stuffed puppy or monkey while explaining what he's doing for Slade in his baby voice (which he swore he'd never use when we first had a baby) and then cuddles him to sleep I am grateful to tears that I got so lucky in my life.
Is it possible to be too grateful? Sometimes I'm afraid to show my gratitutde to my Heavenly Father for all that I have for fear that it'll disappear- but I am so grateful!!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Go TEAm USA!
Slade & I attended our first protest together today (along with Grandma & Auntie). Can I just say it is amazingly cool to be in a group of people who so strongly believe in what is right that they are willing to come together all over the country to say it loud and proud!
Today was awesome- thanks Auntie Bekka for getting us to go despite the weather and missed naps (darn that global warming, eh?).
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Allergies & Pregnancy do not mix
My child in utero is estimated to be like 5 oz. right now- the size of an apple/avocado or some other like fruit (according to Babycenter). Seems small to me but my bladder doesn't think so. It's tired of the abuse already!
I'm allergic to a lot of things but as long as I keep my distance from them I'm fine. Every March-April, however, whatever is in the air sends me into a month-long nightmare of waking up every hour or so to sneeze, blow my nose, not breathe or snore too loudly for Mark. I'm already more tired every day from pregnancy so this is not helping.
But the real issue for me is my slight loss of bladder control EVERY darn time I sneeze! This is a true affliction people. The kind of medication I need to squelch this pain is a no-no for pregnancy thus I am left with no other options than to endure it with a little help from Claritin. Yes, I am a big baby. I am also a very cleanly person and very much do not appreciate what is going on here. My child is going to come to this Earth already knowing a certain word I am certainly not proud of using but that pops out with each sneeze and release. I'm lucky so far that Slade has not picked up on it yet as he is becoming quite the cute mimick lately!
On a side note, we tried to track how many words he knows at 18 months and stopped counting at 250. Like many other parents, my child is destined to be a genius...I'm praying he's got his father's smarts!
Ah, the joys of pregnancy. On the upside, our official ultrasound date is May 1st. I'll definitely be far enough along by that point to know what we're having with some declarative degree of clarity or certainty. Mark thinks it'll be a girl and is worried that he should start reading up on raising girls. I'm fairly certain it'll be another boy. I'm truly happy and equally frightened of another child- sex irrelative. How do people have more than 1 and feel confident in their ability to do a good job (I even question myself with the one)?
I'm allergic to a lot of things but as long as I keep my distance from them I'm fine. Every March-April, however, whatever is in the air sends me into a month-long nightmare of waking up every hour or so to sneeze, blow my nose, not breathe or snore too loudly for Mark. I'm already more tired every day from pregnancy so this is not helping.
But the real issue for me is my slight loss of bladder control EVERY darn time I sneeze! This is a true affliction people. The kind of medication I need to squelch this pain is a no-no for pregnancy thus I am left with no other options than to endure it with a little help from Claritin. Yes, I am a big baby. I am also a very cleanly person and very much do not appreciate what is going on here. My child is going to come to this Earth already knowing a certain word I am certainly not proud of using but that pops out with each sneeze and release. I'm lucky so far that Slade has not picked up on it yet as he is becoming quite the cute mimick lately!
On a side note, we tried to track how many words he knows at 18 months and stopped counting at 250. Like many other parents, my child is destined to be a genius...I'm praying he's got his father's smarts!
Ah, the joys of pregnancy. On the upside, our official ultrasound date is May 1st. I'll definitely be far enough along by that point to know what we're having with some declarative degree of clarity or certainty. Mark thinks it'll be a girl and is worried that he should start reading up on raising girls. I'm fairly certain it'll be another boy. I'm truly happy and equally frightened of another child- sex irrelative. How do people have more than 1 and feel confident in their ability to do a good job (I even question myself with the one)?
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