Thursday, January 29, 2009
I was not fine. I was sad. I was sad to see how big he's gotten. So independent. He gave me loves then quickly turned his attention back to Lydia and his toys. How quickly I was forgotten and how heart-breaking it was for me. Grayson was so excited to have someone new to play with he didn't need Ma-ma-ma-ma anymore. I watched him from the doorway for a minute but he didn't notice. So I left for school. I went early so I could stop by the lab and draw pictures of E. coli and Staphylococcus before my lecture began. I got that done with plenty of time to finish my other lab drawings for next week, and got to lecture with enough time to review what we'd covered last week. I wasn't hurried or stressed out. It was a nice change from constantly running behind after the bi-weekly pass-off with Josh.
My boy's usually asleep when I get home at 9pm, and I loathe the nights I don't get to brush his teeth and read him a story. Tonight was one of those nights, and sadly, Grayson didn't need me to be here in order to fall asleep. I shouldn't be, but I'm disappointed - it's just not the same telling a sleeping baby how much you treasure him. So as much as I needed Lydia to come over and help me out for an hour today, I don't plan on making it a regular occurrence. I need my baby to need me. I can't stand that's he's growing up without me.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Amazing what little things keep running around inside my brain while I'm waiting for Gray to fall asleep.
I got something in the mail last week that was miraculously neither baby- nor bill-related. It was something just for me, and I haven't opened it yet. It's not a package of something I bought online or a magazine subscription. It's not a personal item from a friend. It's strictly business. It's a sealed manila envelope, and it cost UVU exactly one dollar to mail it to me. It's the application packet for the 2009 Dental Hygiene program.
I have to get moving if I'm serious about applying to this year's program. If that's the case, why did I wait so many months to request an application? I don't know. I'd like to say I've been too busy, but it only took an email to the department to request it. And I actually thought about it several times before I finally sent my request. Truth be told, I'm as scared to get into the program as I am to get denied, for a couple of reasons.
First, the program costs $20k. We already have that saved up, so it's okay theoretically, but seriously...TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS? Even worse, who's going to watch Grayson while I'm off getting educated and how much will that tack on to the cost? The class times vary from semester to semester, but had I gotten into the 2008 program, my classes for this semester would be more or less from 8:30am to 2pm Mon, Wed, Fri. But last semester it would have been Mon afternoon, all day Tues and Wed, and Thurs morning. Completely different schedules every semester. Additionally, there are required clinics and experiences scheduled outside of class time throughout the semester that would take me away. Can I leave my baby all of that time? And if so, with whom?
Josh and I have talked a little about buying a home near UVU's campus and giving a room (or preferably a downstairs MIL apartment) to a fellow student/nanny in exchange for her to watch Gray while I'm in class, but it's so scary to bring someone into your home like that. And truth be told, we don't necessarily want to own a house in
So where should we buy, if at all? Buy a house in southern
How come so many of Grayson's things are lost and where did they go? Small board book. Teething ring. Blanket. Sock. Plastic snack holder with lid. Another sock. Nail file. Teething tablets. It seems something is always suddenly missing. As someone who always knows exactly where something is (just ask Josh, I'm like magic!), it's bewildering and absolutely frustrating. I hate this part of being a mom. This part plus the part where my kid doesn't like me wiping his nose and face are my least favorite parts. (And yet my baby doesn’t seem to mind when HE wipes his face on my shoulder or pants.)
And why do so many of my pants need safety-pins to stay on? Do clothes keep getting bigger? I've been the same weight and height since I was in high school, and for the life of me I don't understand how I was a size four 15 years ago and now some one's and even zero's are too big. What gives, clothing manufacturers? Do I need to start shopping in the junior section? And if so, what are the chances I'll still find 'long-length' jeans there? And why are pants only sold in even-numbered inseam lengths? A pair of jeans with a 33-inch inseam would be absolutely perfect, yet it seems so unattainable.
I'm hungry. Going to go try and eat myself into a pair of pants now, I suppose.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Two nights ago, I stayed up until 1 am reading the Baby Wise book that my sister-in-law lent me but I never bothered picking up before now. I read more than half of it only to discover that Grayson's poor sleeping habits are all my fault. It's also my fault that he essentially snacks all day long and often needs to nurse before he can fall asleep. There are so many things I was supposed to do those first three months of his life and I botched every single one. Bad mommy! If only I'd had the energy or time to read the damn book, I'd have known about them and averted these months and months of suffering!
So, Mr. Ezzo, Dr. Bucknam...what does a perpetually exhausted mother do when she's already screwed up the first year of her son's life? Is he doomed to have ADHD? Do I have to finish the book or is the guilt brought on by the first half of the book sufficient?
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
So I'm pretty ticked right now. This is the THIRD time I've done Grayson's 11-month post and he keeps erasing it for me. Not sure how it happened the first time, but a few minutes ago I highlighted everything to change my font type and size after I finally finished it and wouldn't you know Grayson pressed the space bar and immediately thereafter Blogger was nice enough to automatically save my draft for me. I lost every word, every picture, every video, every bit of punctuation down to the last comma. The only things left were the post title and label.
Needless to say, someone is no longer on my lap and is now throwing a fit that I put him in his crib. And you know what? I don't feel bad for him. I don't feel bad because he's supposed to be sleeping but he won't take a nap. This kid is the WORST SLEEPER EVER. I'm lucky if I get an hour's worth of naps from him in increments throughout the day. He's up at least once and usually twice during the night, and is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after only 8-9 hours of sleep. Aren't babies supposed to sleep 10-11 hours at night? Seriously, it's no wonder so many women choose to work out of the home. I've contemplated going to work full-time just to get a break, and I have a good baby. I'd probably have sold him off by now if he wasn't so easy-going.
He's still screaming in his room. I know he's not hungry. I know his diaper is clean. I know he is tired. I know he's so upset by now that if I pick him up to console him, I'll be calming him for about 10 minutes before he'll loosen his death grip on my arms. He still won't fall asleep after that, but he'll be calm enough that I might be able to stop holding him and fold the whites. What should I do? I give him 20 minutes to cry himself to sleep when it's obvious he needs a nap, but that only works 1-2 times out of every 5 attempts. Am I supposed to just let him cry until he finally falls asleep no matter how long it takes? And what are some natural remedies for a constant headache besides drinking more water?
Anyway, this post was supposed to be fun and light-hearted but now all I can do is fume. Blah. I guess I'll save the 11-month post for tomorrow when I'm in a better mood.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland/world (both!)
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child (enabling adoption totally counts)
16. Had food poisoning (pretty sure)
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch-hiked (picked some up, though)
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon (no way...a half-marathon was enough for me!)
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice (I really wanted to but I let cost hold me back - REGRET IT!)
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied (is that possible?)
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal in a restaurant (but I gave a stranger my blanket after an outdoor movie once)
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater (I've always wanted to do that and we never took the opportunity in Vegas...do they have drive-ins in SLC?)
55. Been in a movie (I was in a print advertisement, though!)
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Gotten flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets, or plasma (I can't, thanks to polycythemia)
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle (I doubt it was speeding)
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible (Book of Mormon doesn't count?)
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating (yikes!)
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous (I saw Michael Richards (from Seinfeld) and Montel Williams at the SLC airport when I worked for SkyWest)
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a lawsuit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
Friday, January 9, 2009
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If for some reason the coupon shows 'expired' when you go to checkout, it's because the quantity is limited to 200 bags/day, so try again tomorrow. But this time try a little earlier.
Monday, January 5, 2009
The Savior tells us we need to become as little children to inherit the kingdom of God. I've often wondered what it is about little children Jesus loves most, and I think its their innocence. They are clean slates, seeing the world and others through untarnished eyes. Their hearts are pure, without the baggage of cynicism and self-doubt. In this piece, I've tried to imagine how a child would act upon meeting the Master for the first time. Without reservation or inhibition, I think he would simply want to play with Him. He would be at complete ease, allowing his pure little heart to soak in the love and laughter of His pure, infinite heart. Its no wonder Christ delights in these little ones and sets them up to be our examples. ~~~~~ I think it goes without saying that I ♥ this first one most because it reminds me of Grayson playing with his loving older brother.
One of the greatest human needs is a sense of security. In all aspects of life, we naturally gravitate towards anything that makes us feel safe. In this piece, I wanted to convey a sense of complete peace and calm like only the Savior can provide. It's a security that allows us to rest assured, without fear or worry, when we put ourselves trustingly in His arms. Little children have that inherent kind of trust in their parents, so it's fitting that the man and girl who modeled for "Security" are actually father and daughter. They generated
the exact feel I was looking for.
This piece conveys an intimate, up-close-and-personal feeling of the Savior's love. Notice how all the lines draw your attention and point towards Jesus' face in the center. I chose the name "My Child" because the only thing that could compare (even remotely) to Christ's compassion for us is the love of a parent for his/her child. This image is also intended to put things in perspective. Above all, we are God's children first. He allows us the privelege of experiencing parenthood for ourselves and we are entrusted to be the mothers and fathers of His children here on earth.
Friday, January 2, 2009
- Grew to 19 pounds, 14 ounces and 28.5 inches tall
- Helped me earn an A in Philosophy
- Attended his first Nativity
- Took his first step (December 21, Amanda's birthday!)
- Grew two new teeth (cut his 8th over Christmas)
- Celebrated his first Christmas
- Unwrapped his first present
- Ate his first chocolate chip
- Celebrated his first New Year
Grayson has also become very inquisitive. He studies our faces when we speak to him and watches how we do things then tries to do them by himself. He loves when I play with his toys with him, and will help me put them away when we're finished. He's already a very organized little boy - I guess being OCD is genetic!
Fresh out of the bath, New Year's EveFirst chocolate, courtesy my father: