In Box/Out Box Is Empty

How many times does that really happen in your lifetime? For me, this is probably a first. But, of course we won't mention the "personal" inbox which contains stuff in folders. But, what appears to be nothing in the out/in is really a feaupaux. Isn't that kind of like life? What may appear to be something so awesome...may not be at all. Will our outbox/inbox ever be empty? If you think about it...even in the end...the box is full...that's if you chose to have a box or not... That's a whole other issue...

As for my bebe (which is what this blog is about)...he had a very rough night last night. Up all hours of the night. Needing consolation and patience...a lot of it from me and hubby. Nothing really made him happy except maybe the Baby Orajel and some Baby Tylenol. Thank God for the two miracle modern drugs. Where would would be without them??? I walked him, trying to feed him, let him play only for him to pass out in my arms as I sang... "Hush little baby..." It took a lot of refrains to get him to calm down... He definitely has a strong sense of will... Such as "I will not sleep. I will drive my mommy crazy. And I will go to sleep when I am good and ready." In the end, he did sleep, but not quite long enough. The last peek at time was 4:00 a.m. that's about all I can remember.. the rest is vague..and today, well today I am tired.

Still counting down the days 'til blast off... It will be in about 10 days.... little one will be one year of age. Wow... a little man.. all of his own... ready to face the next challenge... I am hoping that the terrible two's aren't that bad. My baby is a good kid. He loves to be held and cuddled. He really can't get enough of it.. I'm thinking that I can't either... I love that child.. almost 'til it hurts... I don't know what I will do when he goes to school and doesn't need me...or want my protection.... We'll see... for now, I'll let him be 1 and treasure every minute of it....

Hmmm....he loves Cheetos (something that his Uncle) introduced him to...likes to put bubbles all over himself while bathing.. and loves to drink the tap water from the tub...kind of a ritual with him to get him out... Oh, he also loves this yellow stick.. it really isn't anything..but, he has to hold it. We call him King A when he holds it. Oh, yea he took three steps on Sunday...unassisted and of course, I clapped in approval. He was so proud... Hasn't really said much else.. I am wondering what he will say on his b.day...

Well, I must run now...

Hugs again to my loyal readers.. That's if I have any....

Adieu, Laura

16 Days Uuntil Lift Off....

In 16 more days my little son will be 12 months old. Wow! A twelve monther... Took just a little over 9 months to bake him...

As for ups... He totally interacts with me and daddy. He is always saying "Da-da" and "Mummm mummm" when he needs to be carried or fed. Yep, I'm the one he crawls to when he has a need. Daddy is more for playtime and reaffirmation that's he accepted. Why is that? Is Mommy's love not enough? Do they not get it? I sometimes think it is a generational habit. The desire of a son to gain acceptance of his father even at age 11.5 months. Can't we as a society change that? I tell my husband to acknowledge his son, and he does. I just don't think he does it quick enough. Or..on the other hand, does my baby have me so wrapped that a second doesn't go by trying to satisfy his whimper or demand? Are we conditioned as mommies to do that. You know the fight or flight theory. You will do whatever it takes to protect not only his survival but ours too... I guess it had to be designed that way.... Remember the earth is referred to as a "she"...Mother.. Earth...heck if it were the other way around.. a comic may have destroyed us in less than a nanosecond...as a Man would do it "on his own" time... Could'a been catastrophic... Oh, well. Who wants to listen to me ramble... The point is..I want his needs met to make him a confident young person who understands and takes pride in his wanting.. Isn't that afterall all what we strive for? To be heard and then acknowledged???? And, if nothing else fails, just give us a blankie and a warm comfy bed and put us to sleep.. See the young ones get that need fulfilled... To sleep...wow what would that be like????

Anyway, I am planning the young one's b.day. Not sure who will all be invited, but, it will be special..just as special as my baby boy. Lots of balloons and smiles to be had by all! I am looking forward to his day... Our day... our day of his birth was filled with smiles too... I am hoping to see those big grins once again....

Well, I must get back to the real world. It's almost time to pick up my baby and start the evening once again.... Rushing, hugging, feeding and bathing....and yes trying to soothe his little heart to sleep so that we can awaken to the next day's demands....

Other than that:

Baby:

*Handed the phone to hubby and said "Call" on Sun., Jan 8th, 2006...so they called his Nonnie
*Recoving from an ear infection (busted eardrum)..on antibiotics but seems to be doing well.
*Gives open mouthed kisses...
*Rambles on and tries to carry on a conversation (now using hands to communicate)
*Likes cheese, cheesy poofs and anything sweet... Ate his first sucker a few days ago.
*Watched Phantom of the Opera and tried to sing and dance to it. (Got to get that one on video.)
*Still trying to walk..this time unassisted... First time took a step was on Dec. 29 (unaided)...

To be continued...

Adieu...Mommy