I made it a month of blogging every day! And I didn't go crazy!
NaBloPoMo is officially over by the end of today. I have to say that I'm more than a little excited that I don't have to blog every evening, when what I really want to do - after the babe goes to bed and I finish any homework and I work on some grading and lesson planning - is lay down with the hubs and watch some good ol' TV.
I love me some TV. It's the ultimate easy into nighttime transition for me. Plus, I get to watch all the adult stuff that I don't let the little one see. (No, not that adult, perv.)
How did my month go? Here's a recap of my 30 days:
1: introduction
2: my nasty halloween of everything-went-wrong
3: more pics of G the dragon
4: celebrating 17-months-old with nekkid pictures
5: the scary card from gramma
6: the day we took G to the emergency room aka the day I almost died from worry
7: CANDY!
8: 5 icky things
9: some person evaluates my kid's speech
10: yeeeaaahhhhhh!
11: I still hope I'll one day be a good mama
12: impatiently waiting for Christmas
13: a wish on 11/11/11
14: the hubs guest-blogs on being a working father!
15: a silly toddler laugh
16: the day spaghetti went everywhere
17: the kiddo poses
18: me when I was preggo (and huge)
19: a weird list of what I'm thankful for
20: teething makes me want to pull my hair out and LOVE ME
21: oh how I miss the ocean
22: a video of G as a newborn - more cuteness than I can handle
23: the eve of Thanksgiving and G with his great-grand'rents
24: happy thanksgiving!
25: a few recipes that we enjoy to try
26: stressing about money but looking toward Christmastime hope
27: when we painted our kitchen
28: the hubs guest-blogs on (hopefully) raising a future geek
29: the best baby kisses of my life
I'll of course still be blogging, but it'll dwindle back down to the usual twice a week levels. I've got a lot to post coming up as we head into the holidays.
Goodbye, NaBloPoMo! I sorta kinda mostly won't miss you.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
baby kisses
Grayson saw Santa today!!!!
I was way more excited than he was.
It went pretty much like last year. He didn't even look at Santa when Dave sat him on the man's lap. We danced around behind the photographer like idiots, G flashed a smile, a couple pictures were taken, and then we left.
Easy-peasy.
We hung around for a while to listen to the Christmas concert at my university. While we were waiting, I had G sitting on a ledge in front of me. He started playing with my hair. He would grab two fistfuls on either side of my face and hold them over my eyes. Peek-a-boo and hide-n-seek are two of his favorite games right now. I would say, "Where's Mommy?" and he would jerk his hands to reveal my face and cackle gleefully at the apparent joke.
He did this forever, probably ten minutes, which is forever in toddler time. Then, all of a sudden, he leaned forward and kissed me right on the lips, a quick and intentional peck.
It was an honest-to-God, closed-mouthed kiss.
So far, G's kisses were open mouthed and not very enthusiastic (and very rare). I was just stunned. So was Dave. I held my breath. G, with his little hands still fisted in my hair, leaned forward and kissed me again. If I could have melted in a puddle of mommy goo, I would have.
I turned my head to look at Dave, feeling tears behind my eyes. His expression was as delighted as mine.
A chubby hand reached up, pressed against my cheek, and turned my face back toward his. He leaned forward and kissed me a third time. No, mama, one more kiss!
I really did cry then. I was so touched. My kid is very affectionate and always has been. He loves hugs and cuddles, complains when we ask him to drink his milk alone because he'd rather drink it on our laps, and leans in for kisses all of the time. But these kisses were so random, so prompted by him, that they literally took my breath away.
I truly felt my son's love. I'll just never forget that moment.
I was way more excited than he was.
It went pretty much like last year. He didn't even look at Santa when Dave sat him on the man's lap. We danced around behind the photographer like idiots, G flashed a smile, a couple pictures were taken, and then we left.
Easy-peasy.
We hung around for a while to listen to the Christmas concert at my university. While we were waiting, I had G sitting on a ledge in front of me. He started playing with my hair. He would grab two fistfuls on either side of my face and hold them over my eyes. Peek-a-boo and hide-n-seek are two of his favorite games right now. I would say, "Where's Mommy?" and he would jerk his hands to reveal my face and cackle gleefully at the apparent joke.
He did this forever, probably ten minutes, which is forever in toddler time. Then, all of a sudden, he leaned forward and kissed me right on the lips, a quick and intentional peck.
It was an honest-to-God, closed-mouthed kiss.
So far, G's kisses were open mouthed and not very enthusiastic (and very rare). I was just stunned. So was Dave. I held my breath. G, with his little hands still fisted in my hair, leaned forward and kissed me again. If I could have melted in a puddle of mommy goo, I would have.
I turned my head to look at Dave, feeling tears behind my eyes. His expression was as delighted as mine.
A chubby hand reached up, pressed against my cheek, and turned my face back toward his. He leaned forward and kissed me a third time. No, mama, one more kiss!
I really did cry then. I was so touched. My kid is very affectionate and always has been. He loves hugs and cuddles, complains when we ask him to drink his milk alone because he'd rather drink it on our laps, and leans in for kisses all of the time. But these kisses were so random, so prompted by him, that they literally took my breath away.
I truly felt my son's love. I'll just never forget that moment.
Monday, November 28, 2011
guest post: future geek
The hubs guest-blogged for me again since I had class. Enjoy! - Alicia
It’s the hubs again, here to talk about all of our hopes and dreams for the future. Nothing important, right?
I have very few true hopes for my child. In general, I’ll be happy if he’s happy. Well… happy and productive. None of this “but I’m happy living in your basement and playing video games!” stuff. Other than that: doctor, dancer, weatherman, athlete, poet, actor, garbage man, factory worker… whatever. All good. Sure, we’d like him to avoid the more injury-prone pursuits, like football or car racing..
One thing I truly hope about my child (all my children, however many there may end up being) is that he is a geek.
Hello, my name is Dave, and I’m a geek.
Sure, these days being a “geek” is some new kind of cool. Like “hipsterism” and “emo” or something. I might be a little out of touch. You find them all over the TV with Big Bang Theory, Chuck, or Professional Wrestling. Though really, that’s all not really geek to me. Geekiness has nothing to do with intelligence (just ask my friends), but rather is defined by a great love of something(s) that seems silly or unsocial to others. Trekkies, Star Warsians, Harry Potterites (those are the right terms, right?)… all geeks.
To clarify, I’m a D&D geek. I would have accepted being called a Star Wars geek as well, before Lucas went and DESTROYED MY CHILDHOOD WITH THOSE GOD-AWFUL PREQUELS AND… AND JAR-JAR… AND…
…breathe…
I’m ok now.
I hope that Grayson grows up with a love of a good story, whether that be through books, anime, movies, TV shows… wherever he can get it. To me, though, the best stories are those you get to be a part of. That’s what kept me playing for the last… 28 years. Great. Now I feel old. Thanks, blog.
I love to tell stories for my friends, and let them live them, change them, inject their own stories into them. It’s a true interaction that you can’t get from a movie or video game (though they try).
I bought Grayson his first set of dice last Christmas. I love the idea that he’ll always have a set of dice as old as he is. The first time Grayson left the house without us was when we started playing again nearly a year ago. It’s a big thing for me, and I love the fact that the wife was keen enough on it to try it out way back in the day, and we’ve played together ever since.
I spend time thinking about the kid-friendly adventures I can take him on. How to simplify the system so that he can learn it when he’s 7. I’m sure I’ll tear up the first time he asks me to run a session for him. I like to think that in 15 years he’ll sit at the adult table with us, and in 20 years he’ll come over a few times a month to play.
Is it wrong that my dream for him is that he share my hobby? Is that selfish? Sometimes I ask myself that, but in the long run it’s me wanting to share something with my child, something that has given me a lifetime of enjoyment and some of my best friends.
(And yes, blogging is just an excuse to paste my kid's head on random other pictures.)
-Dave
Sunday, November 27, 2011
begone, kitchen remodel!
We're painting our kitchen right now. It's the last phase of our slip of a remodel, which involved painting the walls and ceiling of our two-story living room, replacing our nasty kitchen countertops, and sprucing up the kitchen with some new hardware and backsplash.
The backsplash will now have to wait due to G's emergency room bill, but at least we're getting the painting done. The first coat went on tonight. The god-awful light yellow color is now officially GONE! Picture me dancing a jig right now.
Or not.
My father-in-law and his fiancee came over to watch the kiddo for us while we painted. At one point, G was getting fussy, so we turned on a Yo Gabba Gabba episode to keep him entertained. Immediately, he went into zombie baby mode, as YGG typically drains him of his ability to look away from the TV. The old folks? Yeah, they totally fell asleep on the couch. We peeped in to check on them, and there they both were with their heads thrown back, sleeping upright.
Maybe YGG has that effect on anyone over 3?
Keeping a toddler happy is hard work. It's no wonder I'm ready to crash at 8:30 every night. I can't imagine have two or more of those things running around the house at the same time. When do people of more than one child go to bed? 5pm?
The backsplash will now have to wait due to G's emergency room bill, but at least we're getting the painting done. The first coat went on tonight. The god-awful light yellow color is now officially GONE! Picture me dancing a jig right now.
Or not.
My father-in-law and his fiancee came over to watch the kiddo for us while we painted. At one point, G was getting fussy, so we turned on a Yo Gabba Gabba episode to keep him entertained. Immediately, he went into zombie baby mode, as YGG typically drains him of his ability to look away from the TV. The old folks? Yeah, they totally fell asleep on the couch. We peeped in to check on them, and there they both were with their heads thrown back, sleeping upright.
Maybe YGG has that effect on anyone over 3?
Keeping a toddler happy is hard work. It's no wonder I'm ready to crash at 8:30 every night. I can't imagine have two or more of those things running around the house at the same time. When do people of more than one child go to bed? 5pm?
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