This Weight Picture Made Me Cry

I cried when I found this picture on my computer the other day.

And not because I want my baby to be a baby again..

But because of the potential scrapbooker I could be with it.

Silly, I know.

I don't even want to be a scrapbooker.

So I really don't know why a missing picture would get to me the way this one did, especially since there is not a scrapbook sitting on a shelf with a spot ready for when I found this...

That birthing scrapbook that most people have for their children, especially their first child, would have a lot of empty spots, ready and waiting for the pictures to magically appear.

Like the token one with both parents, smiling and looking at their baby with awe.

Or even just the one with the Mother, glowing and looking radiant with her baby in her arms.

That scrapbook, that I really am never going to make, wouldn't have any of it.

But it would have this weight picture.

The token weight picture.

Even my own scrapbook has that picture.

So I started crying.

I honestly never knew this picture existed.

And if there ever were a scrapbook, I would elaborate a page solely for this picture just to prove that I really did have something.

I might not have the parent picture, the mom picture, the mom pictured period...

But I have my weight picture.

I don't really expect you to fully understand my emotional state, because quite frankly, I don't even have it figured out half the time..

But my birthing day was not like most of my friend's birthing days.

We were all too worried about me getting through it all to be honest.

Pictures were the last thing on anyone's mind.

But no one would know that in my scrapbook.

No one would think anything was wrong with that day because I have this weight picture.

So yes, go ahead and make fun of me.

This weight picture made me cry.

We Are Just Good At Being Copy Cats

For all those curious, yes, Ross is still in love with Puppy.

Our morning routine seems to include him every day now.

That and Veggie Tales.

Or Neptune.. Ask me anything about those two little movies and I could sing the entire thing.

Classical tunes and all.

Gotta love kids.

Today, however, I decided today to branch out of my usual daily rut and try to be crazy.

So we drove Rob to school so that we could have the car.

And if that isn't crazy enough for you..

We went to the library for baby sing along time.

Of course, it didn't take Ross long to find the girls.

And then when the shakers got handed out and all children were playing nicely..

Ross just wanted everyone's shaker but his own.

Does that mean that my next FHE night needs to be focused on sharing?

Possibly.

But this kid loved being around other babies.

The singing, the clapping...

He sat in the center grinning at everyone most the time.

I don't know where he gets that from..

I would never sit in a circle and beg people to pay attention to me.

Never.

[Enter silly grin here]

But I really think Ross liked our crazy routine so we will most certainly be going back next week.

I guess that means I have to learn the songs.

On our way out the lady handed me a list so that I could practice at home.

I couldn't have been that bad, right?

Anyways... The sing along made me happy and when I am happy I like to have fun.

Ross likes to have fun too.

And seriously.. 

I had no problem putting the laundry aside because this kid needed his glasses.

And possibly the coolest toy ever.

Don't be jealous of my creativity.

No but seriously, don't...

My Mom told me about something like this on pinterest.

No one is creative these days.

We are just good at being copy cats.

Although, I Highly Doubt It

I know we can all agree on one thing.

That face up there is an angel face.

When he looks at you like that, it hits you pretty hard.

Hopefully as time goes I will learn to be immune to that face because I am way too soft these days.

One problem we seem to be facing lately is the fact that he won't eat his food.

I don't know what it is but he just doesn't like any of it all the sudden.

I get a few bites in, forcibly most times, but at least he can actually taste it.

But then the squawking starts.

Possibly to tell me he likes it?

Or is repulsed by it?

Then I get this face...

The face of... "Mom, if I could properly roll my eyes at this age, I would."

Possibly to tell me that he isn't a baby?

That baby's like him don't eat baby food?

It is almost like he is protesting something, even though we both know he likes it.

He just doesn't like it enough I guess.

And sure... I know what you are thinking...

You're thinking that the child is possibly just too distracted.

That maybe if he was fully focused on the food and not his animals, that eating would be a breeze.

Funny you should mention that, because I've been thinking the same thing lately.

So I did a little experiment yesterday...

I took away his animals, thought that maybe if they were not invited to the party, that he would actually enjoy the butternut squash.

I guess I should let you be the judge on whether or not my experiment worked.

He was then too busy mourning their loss, looking around me to see where I had hidden them...

The butternut squash still didn't matter.

Regardless of the fact that it was mixed with corn.

And then with that desperate face, longing for his friends...

I just couldn't help it.

I guess we will try peas tomorrow..

Maybe the peas will win over Doggy?

Although, I highly doubt it.

Phew

I'm so obsessed with this little guy.

I know you people probably get tired of hearing that, but its true...

He is literally my entire world.

Watching him grow and have new experiences, even if that's something as silly as discovering the refrigerator, is the greatest honor I have ever known.

And watching him grow is also so much harder than I thought it would be.

I keep trying to document everything as best as I can...

And it seems that I have to start using the sport setting on my camera just to keep up with him.

There are only a few things that bring me comfort while he is going through all these changes lately..

 One being the fact that he still actually carries his Teddy around.

Two would have to be the way he looks back at me to make sure I am proud of his accomplishments..

Or just to make sure I am watching him in general.

So that means he likes me.

And I guess the third thing would be the fact that he fell briefly after this photo.

He was crying like crazy for me.

I know, I am still trying to work on not being so self-centered..

But it's nice to be reminded that he is still my baby.

Phew.

You'll Get Daddy All Over Again

I didn't think little boys could love their Daddys as much as Ross loves his.

It's incredible to watch.

Because of this...

Ross loves the weekend.

All he wants to do is be with Rob.

He continually looks at Rob, cranes his neck to make sure Rob didn't leave..

Laughs louder just because he is getting Rob's attention.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out he is a Daddy's boy, through and through.

But really, can you tone it down a bit Ross?

I mean, Dad is cool... But you act like you've never seen him before once Saturday morning comes around. 

You turn into some cool kid.

Not the sweet cuddly boy that Mommy loves so much.

And what's with the constant standing all the sudden?

Is that because you're just showing off to Daddy, letting him know you aren't a baby anymore?

You're not even letting me take very many pictures of you because you constantly come at the camera.

Are you too cool for pictures now that Daddy is home?

 I'm sure Daddy used pacifiers when he was a baby, so I am sure he wouldn't mind...

Or think you were any less cool if you used one.

You don't have to pretend it's a toy for Daddy's sake.

And pants can be cool too.

Daddy wears pants Ross, so you don't have to pretend to be manly by letting it all hang out.

Freeing, sure, but hopefully this doesn't become a habit.

But Ross..

My little man..

My sweet love boy...

I have something extremely difficult to tell you...

Tomorrow is Monday..

Which means Daddy goes back to work.

I know it is difficult.

You have to wake up to boring old Mommy who treats you like a baby and cuddles you and makes you watch baby einstein..

But if you sleep well so Mommy is in a good mood, I promise to let you do this again..

And don't worry.. 

Only 5 more days until the weekend comes.

You'll get Daddy all over again.

Even When I Don't Feel Like It

I guess it's as good a time as any to come clean about something.

I was just going to pretend and just not say anything, act like it never happened, but announcing something over the internet will probably lessen the blow.

Dear sweet handsome dimples Robert...

I know I said I wouldnt..

But...

I watched Modern Family without you.

I wasn't going to, but then I saw that there were TWO episodes that we had missed and..

Well, let's just be honest here, I couldn't help myself and we both knew I would cave because I don't mind laughing over things twice.

BUT!

I learned a lesson while watching, so we cannot say that it wasn't worth my while or that nothing good came from this unfortunate lapse in character.

In the latest episode little Lily doesn't want Cam to have another baby because she wants him all to herself.

A natural process for most children of course.

They originally think that its Cam's fault because he doesn't give her enough independence.

Then they think that its the other guys fault... who's name I am completely blanking on right now...

But you know who I mean.

He doesn't like to share.

It turns out that that's why Lily doesn't want to share Cam.

Without even knowing it, he was teaching his Daughter.

So I learned a very good lesson while watching a show I wasn't supposed to be watching.

This morning when I didn't want to run.

I did it anyways.

And when I wanted to stop...

I forced myself to keep going.

I want to teach Ross that I can actually finish something I start.

Even when I don't feel like it.

And This Is When You Start To Cheer Me On

I've decided to let you in on my little journey.

I came to the conclusion a couple weeks ago that I can do hard things.

Yes, you heard me..

I CAN do HARD things!

I mean heck, I pushed a baby out of me...

If you are still questioning my strength at this point then apparently I need to inform you that I have Irish and Italian blood in me. 

Those two combined are evidence enough that I need to start pushing myself.

I've pushed myself academically, grew tremendously since high school math, and boy was that a joke.

I've pushed myself in the work force, experiencing new things and teaching myself new talents.

I've pushed myself in the kitchen...

I don't burn 90% of the food, so I consider that a true success.

So it is only fitting that I finally get the body of my dreams..

And quickly..

I want to actually enjoy it before I have to hand it over to another baby.

To get that body would mean that I have to adapt different things into my lifestyle that I have otherwise written off as being "too hard."

And boy don't I always do that.

I'm challenging myself, so it only makes sense that I do something I hate.

Enter my newest goal...

A 5K

Yes, I will be doing a 5K on Thanksgiving morning with my Husband by my side..

Or possibly many strides ahead of me, but thats completely besides the point.

I have begun my training and surprising liking the way I'm feeling..

But I need to be more accountable in this process.

That is where you come in.

You will go on this journey with me, I will tell you what my plans are and I will be doing a weekly weigh in, possibly a weekly body shot, but don't completely look forward to that one..

A 5K people.

And this is when you start to cheer me on.

Don't Mess With This Man and His Food

We are SO excited to be back in action. 

I was out a computer.. then the computer was fixed and I was out of a charger.. and now I am FINALLY fully loaded and working fantastic.

I most likely lost all readers, but thats ok... Soon I'll have you back and eating out of the palm of my hand because my life has been so exciting lately.

Or at least it will seem much more exciting since I have so much catching up to do.

Let's start small, shall we? 

Meet Ross and his new Best Friends...

And yes Mom's, I know what these do to little guys so I do not need reminding.

He just loves bananas.

So in that moment of desperation, or that moment of reward.. This gets the angel baby that we all know is inside my little man.

He even ate Turkey Dinner with bananas in it.

He loves his nanas.

So much that this is what happens when the nana is gone..

Don't mess with this man and his food.