My
muse has been especially active lately. It is like a switch has gone off and he
knows it’s time to get moving. Throughout the last 8 months people have told me
to embrace the "baby stage" once they are mobile there is no stopping
them. We aren't there quite yet, but almost. He is pretty much doing EVERYTHING
but crawling. I got an e-mail today from babycenter and decided to open it up
for a change (I'm glad I did) I got a little chuckle out of it. So for those of
you who try endlessly to explain the magic of how your baby gets from one spot
to another without actually crawling here's the list:
Lifestyles of the Almost Crawling
• Commando: Baby slides silently on stomach, pushing off with only her tippy toes.
• Kickstand: Baby gets up on hands and one knee, but second leg sticks out to the side and appears to be cemented into the floor.
• Drag racing: Baby achieves successful forward motion, but drags one foot behind her like it's a weight tied to her body with a leg.
• A little backward: Baby sees a desired object, only to experience frustration when crawling moves her farther away from it.
• The crab: Baby moves sideways in a "scuttling" motion.
• Roll over Beethoven: Not so much crawling as a kind of blowing-tumbleweed movement from one spot to another. But hey – whatever works.
For the past 5 months Karson has been wearing a bib, correction
two bibs. At first we thought "Oh boy he is getting his first
tooth!" (We are such rookies and fools). We are still waiting on that damn
tooth! Now it’s just irritating (what's the purpose of dressing him
up if you can never see his clothes?) Forget about the cute onesies with the
adorable sayings or emblems. And what about the band t-shirts!?!? That's Dad's
serious concern. We first started with the cute little bibs that come with
special outfits, and then we moved onto a simple terry cloth, we threw on an
extra one for good measure. We thought we were almost in the clear. We have
anxiously waited for the day our little monster would get some teeth! He now
goes through about 15 bibs a day. Not to mention all the outfit changes due to
the drool that somehow still ends up on his shirt. I'm not even going to get
into the drool on the floor, our bed, his toys and us. If you walk in my house
you will end up being drooled on! You think a St. Bernard is bad; a dog has
nothing on my kid! I've even considered the tablets you can pop in their mouths
to contain some of the drool. People wonder why I don't get dressed up;
seriously do I have to explain? What's the best part of teething you ask? Why
of course, the fact that my child tries to eat me. We have been known to
lovingly refer to Karson as "Zombie Baby". I like to think his zombie
impression is his way of trying to kiss me (don't judge). He is like a puppy,
anything that can go into his mouth will, especially our TV remotes. When we
are playing in bed and he sees one it’s like he is possessed, nothing matters
except getting the remote. (We all know how dangerous remotes can be and if I
have to hear my mother lecture me about batteries one more time.) Point is I
don't care how many teethers you buy or which kind of gourmet cookies. Your
baby is going to put everything in their mouth you don't want them
to. Today, while making spud laugh I noticed a little blood on his gum and
there it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The top of a tooth! Now
we've been seeing white lines for months, been dealing with the drooling,
teething and the tantrums caused by the pain so....I am not getting to excited
just yet, but that little booger gave me some hope that a tooth will be making
an appearance here soon. On the flip side this whole process is so bitter
sweet. I love watching him smile and seeing his "old man gums". He
will be able to start eating "big boy food". Noooo! My baby. It just
about broke my heart when he stopped nursing and now this. Don't let
my excessive antics fool you, I love this stage. Heck I just love
this kid! He is so entertaining at this stage to watch, you can just see him
learning things by the minute. He is taking in everything and getting into
everything.
It has been a full week since Kurt started his day job. Hooray, it
was reality. You know it use to seem like the evenings would linger forever.
Now it seems like the days are pretty lengthy too. I'm sure this is
due to the fact we start our day at 6:30am. Whew, I will never be a morning
person, even if I get to wake up to the most adorable smile. I peel myself from
bed, do a diaper change in the darkness, shuffle to the kitchen to turn on the
98 Rock morning show (Thank You Daddy) and search for the coffee. I am just so
thankful that Karson is on point and ready to play, which means he isn't to
needy. Having Kurt change shifts just really made me realize how much I loved
how he would wake up with Karson. Regardless of my anti-morning stance I am so
thrilled to have Kurt home at 3:30 every day. I don't think we have spent this
much time together since the beginning, when we had just started dating. It is
very refreshing to know I still enjoy him and his craziness, plus we have this
wonderful boy who keeps us on our toes. We have dinner as a family, go for
walks on nice days, run errands, and clean the house, just having an extra set
of hands to get the littlest things done helps tremendously. We are a
team, a great one at that. Spud misses Grammy sometimes, but he gets to see her
on days when I have to sleep after work. We are in a great place, a happy
place!
We had a little bump in the road last week when I started having severe
stomach pains. I let them go and eventually my mother convinced me to go to the
doctor. His diagnosis, couldn't tell me a damn thing. We were off to get a
sonogram, results were normal. I made my mother happy and decided I was done,
no more doctors. Then just when I think the worst is over I had the
most debilitating headache hit me in the middle of my favorite
Chinese food. I literally thought I was going to die. My eyes crossed, I lost
vision and forming a sentence was almost impossible. Kurt wanted to rush me to
the ER immediately, I begged him not to. Instead we went to my Mom's who was
watching Karson for us. After about 30 minutes of pain, a few nice so nice
words with my mother and husband and it was over. I won no hospital. I thought
to myself this stuff cannot be normal. I am only 25, why do I feel like crap
all the time, why do I require more sleep than my child. If my stomach doesn't
hurt then my head does. Next morning we were off to get a abdominal CAT scan,
once again results are normal. I'm done, but I made a promise to my mother that
if the pains came back I would get a physical and take care of myself. NO, I am
not pregnant. I know someone was thinking it! Worst part, the husband said no
more baby making until I start feeling better. Good thing I feel great (right
now that is). It’s all a mystery. I'm sure the stress from my classes doesn't help matters. I am pulling my hair strand by strand. I have already started the
countdown to the end of the semester.
Raven's Nation
Excited for Halloween!
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