I want my baby back

I'm not talking baby back ribs. I want Mason to be a baby. It is so cliche, but oh so true. Where does the time go? Kids do grow up fast. I don't like it. Mason is six months! That means in another six months he will be one! I'm not ready for that. People say they want to freeze time. I used to think it was crazy. Why freeze time and we want to progress were my thoughts. Now, I would not mind keeping Mason at this stage for an extra six months. You can never go back to your baby. And I know that you get to experience new things like first steps and first words and first day of school. Yet, I'm just not sold on it yet. I like being able to toss him in my arms and go. Soon, he is not gonna want to have me kiss on him or hold him. He will want to go over a friends house and play video games. Or worse...he is going to want to go with Pat! Then I will have no Pat and no Mason! I will be all alone. So this is why people have kids again? I guess Mason is not going to be an only child after all. I am going to have to have at least one more just so I will have someone to kiss and cuddle. Well Mason is waking up from his nap. I better go shower him with kisses now.

Trust me....

Someone asked me how I knew what to do with Mason. I replied, "I just do." And that is the truth. People always tell you that your maternal instincts will kick in when you have a baby. I was skeptical when I heard this, but it is true. Although I must say some of parenting is just common sense. But let's not forget...sense ain't common. Which is why some folk don't excel at it. Generally, I do not doubt what I am doing with Mason. However, this could be in part because he is still a baby and I don't have much to do. The dude doesn't ask for much. Some milk. To be held. Played with. Or sleep. It is not hard. Occasionally he'll throw in something just to make sure I'm alert. Perhaps he will get fussy because he is hot, I can figure that out. Or if he wants you to walk him around he may give a lil attitude. So, right now I think I have good maternal instincts. I know that when he get older I am gonna grapple over what to do. That is when the hard stuff arises. Do I call the doctor? Is it an allergy? Can he go to a sleepover? Which college should I choose? Now, that is scary. He never questions my decision making and he seems happy, so I must be doing something right.

Baby back, baby back

So it appears my posts are like grandma's teeth...few and far between (my Grandma uses this saying, and it never gets old). Anyhow, I'll cut to the point...Mason is great! It will be 6 months next week, where does the time go?  I have not paid too much attention to where he should be developmentally, but I feel he's doing great. I'm sure the normal six monther can do some cool things, but he appears to be progressing just fine. Today was a milestone, but apparently there are many with kids. He rolled over. He has gone mobile! Pretty soon it will be crawling. He already loves to be held in the standing position on your lap. He no longer has bobble head syndrome; he is able to hold his head up on his own. He's a big boy. Aaaaaaand he has realized he does not have to keep his hands in fists all the time. With this epiphany he has started to grab things. He does really well with soft objecst like his blanket or hair. Speaking of hair, he is a hair puller---of his own that is. I don't know how I feel about it though. It seems to be bad, but online it says that it is a soother for baby. We'll keep an eye on this. I feel like Mason has made so many new transitions this week, it's amazing. Actually the word is bittersweet. He's gonna be six weeks and doing who knows what next week! I'm not ready... I want my baby back!

Perfect 10!

Well, he's perfect, but he's not a 10. My baby is a 10.6! Owwwwww! Yep, that's right, he is in double digit weight. You'd think he scored a perfect SAT score the way Pat and I reacted. Ha! He is perfect though. He's pretty much perfected his head, so it's always on a swivel. He looks too cute in his Bumbo as he practices sitting up. He absolutely loves sitting up facing the world, taking it all in. Mason has discovered his hands and they are in his mouth constantly. And while I don't want it to become a bad habit, he is some kinda cute with that lil ol thumb stuck in his lil ol mouth! However, he is the ultimate drooling machine. We finally stopped wrapping him like an egg roll for bedtime, and we're super excited about it. Even though he does not sleep through the night he does a good job of only waking up once. So I appreciate that. In our pastime we sit around gawking at how cute he is. I can't believe how often I kiss him, but I should do it now because in a few years he'll say "gross". He is now 22 inches long, and is really exploring his legs. He kicks them when he is ticked off at us, especially that right one. On occasion, he tries to stand up, which is beyond funny. I know I'd freak out if he started walking early. After all, the past five months have flown by. I see why people say it's sad. The best treat, recently, has been hearing his voice more often. We can really get him going and it is adorable. Next month we go for his gestational four month check up, and I can't wait to hear what they have to say. And even if they have anything shocking to say about him, they won't be able to make me think of him anything less than my perfect 10!

Call me crazy

I don't know how. I don't even know if it is medically possible. However, Mason has gotten cuter. I know it sounds impossible, but I kid you not. I had the pleasure of spending every waking moment with him over spring break, and it was not like the month I spent on maternity leave. This kid is C-UTE! Ok, ok, in all seriousness...he is cute and I know why. He's "maturing". Yes, he still wears some newborn clothing and may just be hitting double digit weight, but he's maturing. He is developing a personality. I don't know how many times a day Pat and I say "Look!" when he makes a certain movement or facial expression. Also, he smiles and coos all the time. Nothing is better than hearing your child's voice. I can't imagine him talking one day. I'm gonna be in utter shock. I'm assuming every mother, especially first timer, feel their kid is soooo darling. 'Cause I sure due. Even when he's ticked off he's a cutie. His little lip slowly rolls down until it perfectly pouts, then his eyes get glazed from the tears, he starts breathing fast, the the wail! Oh so adorable. I think he's gonna be a nice guy, kinda like his pop. I was too shy, and I hope he doesn't inherit that. He ain't a mama's boy, he likes anyone who want to talk to him. And don't worry, there are still spurts of feisty in him, so that must be here to stay. If you haven't met this guy, you need to! Well, seeing how I'm at work (yikes! Chillax...I'm pumping) I'd better keep this short. So, I'll leave you with some important words: If you haven't met MJW, you should because the kid is cute!.

Tiger, helicopter, hippe

Oops, this post was never published. Sorry so late. 
I know you're intrigued at this point. You're wondering what a tiger, hippie, and helicopter have in common. Is it the "i" and the "e"? Noooo. Unique school mascots? Noooo. They are parenting styles. I saw it on GMA the other day, and it got me to wondering. What kind of parent will I...uhhh we be? First off a quick definition of each, better yet origins. So this Chinese author recently wrote a book about how she was raised the "superior" Chinese way. She was expected to get all A's , could not attend sleepovers or playdates, could not participate in any extra curricular activities, was not allowed TV or computer games,  and had to play either the violin or piano. She adopted this tiger style of parenting for her kids, also. This style is the fast track to the Ivy League. Then they showed a kid who was raised by a helicopter mom. As you can guess the helicopter mom hovers over her child. They are there when you need them and don't need them. Always there. The kid on GMA did well because his mom was always there. Some helicopter moms even get apartments near their kids college! The last person was a hippie parented kid. Her parents never stressed her about grades, but she did well. She knew they expected her to do well, but did not have to voice it constantly. They didn't even care to see grades every time. So, what kind of parents will we be? I don't think there is a term for how we will be. We just know that Mason will know our expectations. I'll be darned if we hover over him. He will have to know how to be independent and responsible. I do understand the idea of hippies, so I'm sure I'll have a little more hippie in me than my other options. But I don't want him getting too comfy and thinking he does not have to divulge his academic life to us. And knowing Pat there are gonna be some things that he will have to do and we will not allow, thus making him a Daddy Tiger. So as I write this what do I learn? We're a lil bit of everything. Let's see how this turns out.

Working Mom

Shame on me! It has been too long since an entry to my ever so intriguing life! Well, maybe it's not so intriguing, but my fans need me. And by fans I mean all 6 subscribers who read this blog. Anyhow, as the title suggests, I am a working mom. I went back on March 2. I thought that the morning I woke up and had to leave Mason would be tug at my heart. Wrong! I was running so behind schedule I barely had time to kiss his toesies and tell him by. Having stayed home for 6 weeks with the kiddo I made some conclusions. I see how there are people who want to stay at home. And I also see how there are those who choose to be a working mom. Staying home is great because you don't miss a moment. You are there for everything. And this is beautiful. However, for me there was a time where I longed to do something adultish. Unfortunately, there are not too many people who are also home during the day, so you are forced to make small talk wit someone who does not respond. And while this is great for many moms, it was not for me. I realized that I kinda like working. I like being around people who converse with me, although many of them don't offer the infectious smile that Mason does. So, I am glad that I am in a profession where I get a break here and there, so I do have periods of time to catch some precious moments. I probably also Like working because I do not have a choice. So until we strike it rich, I will work and come home to my lil baby boy. It's a nice end to a long day. I can be around a bunch of other people kids who I am scared to touch because of illness, but I come home to my own and can cuddle with him all I want. I am sure by summer I will be yearning to be home and spend time with Mason, but for now I shall trek to my low paying job and come home to my fella.