First babies are a definite learning experience. You are learning, the baby is learning, grandparents are even learning a new role. It was awesome to bring little man home from the hospital. Kind of an awe moment between me and the hubs, like "Oh, they let us keep him".
With inexperience comes lots of fun stories. Like the, two times, I fed him so much that he covered everything in the room exorcist style. Or the time that I called my husband at work because our two week old hated me. Okay those are the bad, albeit not the worst ones.
Truth is I don't really like baby times. I respect them, and even cherish them after the fact, but I would not say like them. You bring home from the hospital a crying, pooping, spewing, eating blob. No personality or sense of humor. They are just little mooches, who, as a first timer, you try to teach stuff that they don't yet have the ability to learn. But it occupies the time until --BAM--, four months old. I don't know what happens between 3.99 months old a 4 months, but I like it. Suddenly my boobs weren't the only thing interesting about me. Suddenly mom and dad are the funniest people on earth with the best singing voices. I am wondering at what point they stop thinking this. Although now, if mommy sings she gets a hand over her mouth.
He also began to get teeth. Not one at a time, but ten at a time. At least that is what it felt like with the accompanying screams and sleepless nights. By his first birthday he had a mouthful. I have friends whose kids don't have one by then, but the only thing he had left was molars.
While B never did the traditional, up on hands and knees, crawling, he was faster than Secretariat with his army crawl. We had joked then, and now fully believe it, that he did so so he could hold stuff and travel. And at 8 months old he began pulling himself up. As if that wasn't scary enough, he added steps. What is known as cruising. More like giving mommy heart attacks when falling, but we will stick to cruising. Then at 10 months, it was over. He had acquired independence with his very first steps. The look on his face was priceless. Like "Wow, I knew i could do that and I did it." And boy did he never stop.
The neatest thing to me is when kids learn to talk. Little parrots. We only got this to an extent with him. He always did meet the milestones set for drs for their checklists. So nothing was ever brought up about it, other than our questions about it, which were always immediately shushed. A whole other story indeed.
4 days before birthday number one, he decided to reach a milestone I didn't get to until I was 18 years old. First set of stitches. Could have done without this one for sure. He turned running around a leather ottoman into a trip to the ER. Another first, but not last, for him. Mommy couldn't cry enough, but he had a good ol' time. Made for some great pictures at his party.
The first birthday party... AWESOME!!! Could not have been better. Well... We had a Mickey Mouse theme, the decorations were amazing, the turn out amazing, the food amazing. But when it came time to get the all time most awesome pics, smash cake pics, he did not perform. We had to take the cake and smash it into his face. When it came time to open the Mt Everest of presents, he did not perform. My younger cousins were more than happy to help him in this department though.
Our first year. Throughout the pregnancy I could have never imagined it going so quickly, and still couldn't have imagined it ever getting there at all. The best part of the first year, and the several that have followed, is their amazement. They are learning anything and everything. They are seeing the world for the first time. It is truly amazing watching them learn everything. From a light switch, to a new toy. That dogs are "so soft", and splashing in the water was the most fun they could ever imagine enjoying. I wish I enjoyed anything as much as he did when he was that size. Now that he is a big 3 year old, the amazement's are getting a little fewer and fewer. We have to try and find new and exciting things to keep him entertained. But the really exciting thing is, there is always something that he doesn't know yet. And something that will bring a smile to his face.
With inexperience comes lots of fun stories. Like the, two times, I fed him so much that he covered everything in the room exorcist style. Or the time that I called my husband at work because our two week old hated me. Okay those are the bad, albeit not the worst ones.
Truth is I don't really like baby times. I respect them, and even cherish them after the fact, but I would not say like them. You bring home from the hospital a crying, pooping, spewing, eating blob. No personality or sense of humor. They are just little mooches, who, as a first timer, you try to teach stuff that they don't yet have the ability to learn. But it occupies the time until --BAM--, four months old. I don't know what happens between 3.99 months old a 4 months, but I like it. Suddenly my boobs weren't the only thing interesting about me. Suddenly mom and dad are the funniest people on earth with the best singing voices. I am wondering at what point they stop thinking this. Although now, if mommy sings she gets a hand over her mouth.
He also began to get teeth. Not one at a time, but ten at a time. At least that is what it felt like with the accompanying screams and sleepless nights. By his first birthday he had a mouthful. I have friends whose kids don't have one by then, but the only thing he had left was molars.
While B never did the traditional, up on hands and knees, crawling, he was faster than Secretariat with his army crawl. We had joked then, and now fully believe it, that he did so so he could hold stuff and travel. And at 8 months old he began pulling himself up. As if that wasn't scary enough, he added steps. What is known as cruising. More like giving mommy heart attacks when falling, but we will stick to cruising. Then at 10 months, it was over. He had acquired independence with his very first steps. The look on his face was priceless. Like "Wow, I knew i could do that and I did it." And boy did he never stop.
The neatest thing to me is when kids learn to talk. Little parrots. We only got this to an extent with him. He always did meet the milestones set for drs for their checklists. So nothing was ever brought up about it, other than our questions about it, which were always immediately shushed. A whole other story indeed.
4 days before birthday number one, he decided to reach a milestone I didn't get to until I was 18 years old. First set of stitches. Could have done without this one for sure. He turned running around a leather ottoman into a trip to the ER. Another first, but not last, for him. Mommy couldn't cry enough, but he had a good ol' time. Made for some great pictures at his party.
The first birthday party... AWESOME!!! Could not have been better. Well... We had a Mickey Mouse theme, the decorations were amazing, the turn out amazing, the food amazing. But when it came time to get the all time most awesome pics, smash cake pics, he did not perform. We had to take the cake and smash it into his face. When it came time to open the Mt Everest of presents, he did not perform. My younger cousins were more than happy to help him in this department though.
Our first year. Throughout the pregnancy I could have never imagined it going so quickly, and still couldn't have imagined it ever getting there at all. The best part of the first year, and the several that have followed, is their amazement. They are learning anything and everything. They are seeing the world for the first time. It is truly amazing watching them learn everything. From a light switch, to a new toy. That dogs are "so soft", and splashing in the water was the most fun they could ever imagine enjoying. I wish I enjoyed anything as much as he did when he was that size. Now that he is a big 3 year old, the amazement's are getting a little fewer and fewer. We have to try and find new and exciting things to keep him entertained. But the really exciting thing is, there is always something that he doesn't know yet. And something that will bring a smile to his face.
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