Disneyland

November 26, 2013November 26, 2013 Britnee Graham1 Comment

I decided to take Braden to Disneyland for the first time. What an exhausting experience. I commend all parents that take their children to Disneyland – yikes. I am hoping that as he gets older, the Disneyland adventures will get easier and easier. Let me just paint you a picture of how the day went.

Every nap and feeding was perfectly placed out in my mind of how the day would go. It was supposed to go according to plan, allowing ourselves to be at Disneyland on time. We so generously were able to get signed in by my dear friend Shae. And honestly, if it wasn’t for him I don’t think we would have gone. Anyway…the day did not go according to plan. Which was my first mistake – to have a plan. I know by now that the day never goes by my plan, and yet I still do it. Whatever… : )

Naps were off, feeding was off. But somehow I managed to get it all put together and out the door on time. Except one problem. Braden hadn’t pooped yet. He usually poops about once a day. When did he decide to poop? As I was holding him, heading out the door. Where did he poop? All over his back and my arm. Was anybody home to help me? Nope. AWESOME.

I never really understood the need to count to 10 until I became a mom. I love counting to 10. 10 seconds to shut my eyes, breath in, breath out, open my eyes (to a smiling Braden no doubt) and attack the situation. Poop everywhere may not seem like that big of a deal, and it’s not in hindsight. But when you’re on a time crunch it’s pretty much the end of the world – for 10 seconds.

So after managing to bathe and clean Braden, oh and myself, we were out the door 20 minutes later. Not too bad if you ask me! I picked up my sister and away we went! I was not brave enough to tackle the tram with the stroller. People with strollers are crazy. It’s the worst kind of road rage you can imagine. Stroller drivers have no morale when it comes to their surroundings – cutting people off, running over toes,and cursing in front of their children. And now I’m one of them. Disneyland did it to me. But I digress…

After getting signed in, we took our pictures right in front!

Immediately after we went to City Hall and got Braden’s 1st visit pin. Luckily, Mickey Mouse made an appearance right in front of the big tree. We stood in line and took a picture with Mickey himself. What a treat! Mickey recognized Braden’s pin right away and made sure to make his experience memorable. Well, memorable to me and my sister. Braden really didn’t have an opinion about Mickey. He just checked him out, looking him up and down. He did let out a little cry as we were leaving. I’m not sure if it had to do with Mickey or the fact that he was hungry.

I used the Baby Care Center for the first time. A little crampy and very busy, but I was grateful for the clean changing tables and little space to feed Braden. After getting Braden freshened up we took him over to Fantasyland to ride Casey Jr.’s Train. It really is a cute little ride. We opted to sit in the caboose. Just the three of us. Honestly, I don’t think Braden could have cared any less about being on that ride. He acted as if he had been on that ride a thousand times and was so bored with this old train. I think my sister was more excited about the ride!

After Braden’s first Disneyland ride it was time to find a spot for the parade. We got so lucky with front row seating in front of the popcorn machine. I was a little nervous how Braden would do with all of the loud noises and bright lights. But he really enjoyed it! He loved to look at everything. I was relieved that he didn’t get overstimulated and have a meltdown.

After the parade we had to fight against the crazy stroller drivers and make it back to the parking lot. My sister decided to carry Braden and he fell asleep in her arms. It was the cutest thing. She carried him all the way from Main Street through Downtown Disney. If you know Disneyland, you know that’s a pretty long distance.

Honestly, I was so exhausted when we got to the car I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to make it home. Braden was so overtired he whined and cried the whole way home. I don’t think we will be going to Disneyland for awhile. I’m still recovering!

I love you!!!

your mama xoxoxox

Braden’s first ride at Disneyland. Not very exciting, but I had to capture the moment : )

<3

November 22, 2013November 22, 2013 Britnee Graham1 Comment

Tonight I stay up a little later, enjoying a glass of wine. I watch his little sleepy movements through the monitor, and my heart is full. I love him so much. I didn’t know it was even possible to love someone this much. I’m so incredibly blessed by my baby Braden.
I’m writing this so I can remember this moment. This moment of overwhelming love for the tiny human sleeping away. I love that you hold my finger when you’re somewhere in between sleep and awake. I love to hug you close to my chest in the early morning just before sunrise. Please don’t grow up too fast. I’ll miss those little moments when they’re gone. But for now, I look forward to morning when I get to roll over and see your smiling face.
I love you nugget!

Your mama xox

5 months of milestones

November 13, 2013 Britnee Grahambabies, baby boys, Braden, Gymboree, milestones1 Comment

And just like that, another month has passed. Braden has accomplished so much in just these last 4 weeks. About 3 weeks ago, Braden started to learn to sit on his own. He started out by putting his hands down in front of him…the traditional tripod pose. I wasn’t expecting him to be able to do that so early, but there he was, learning to sit on his own. Every now and then I would sit him down so he could practice his sitting. But I didn’t think much of it because I thought sitting wasn’t supposed to happen for at least another month.

It wasn’t until we went to our first Gymboree class, that I realized how well he sits – all by himself! He is such a champ at Gymboree. The teacher always exclaims about how well he sits up, grabs for objects and his ability to hold onto things. He is so aware of his surroundings. Curious about the people around him. He loves to look at older kids doing things he can’t do yet. You can see him trying to figure out how he can get from one place to the other. He doesn’t know how to crawl, but you can see his mind wondering why he can’t do that yet. I won’t be surprised if he starts to crawl early, he just wants to move!

He’s finally found an adoration for his papa (my dad). It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. He truly recognizes him when he walks into a room, and always gives him the biggest smile. My dad is the only one that can get him to just chill next to him on the couch. I don’t know how he does it. Braden thinks I am a jungle gym. Always wanting to crawl all over me, pull my hair, grab my nose and eat my cheek. But not with papa. Braden nestles into papa’s side, holding on tightly to papa’s finger. I’ll go away for an hour and when I come back, he’ll be in the same place, super content, chewing on a toy. I wish I knew my dad’s technique.

Braden got his first postcard in the mail. I know it may seem insignificant. But it was the first time it really registered to me that he is an actual person. A member of society. It truly was addressed to him, from one of his teachers at Gymboree. It wasn’t addressed to me, talking about Braden. It was a little letter to him, about him. I have it placed in his room atop his dresser. I love to look at it when I pass by.

I’m such a sucker for a really great photo. And Braden’s 5 month picture was no exception. I had it all planned out. Which was my first mistake. The shoot only lasted 5 minutes. Braden’s little hands got ahold of the balloon strings, and within seconds the balloons whisked into the air. I laughingly jumped, trying to catch the balloons. But no, it was too late…and away they went into the air. I looked down at my little Braden and there he sat with the cornucopia and a headband of paper feathers, giggling away at me.

Braden still only rolls from back to front. He’s moved on from rolling and tries to sit up. If I lay him down on his back, he lifts his head up trying to sit up. I like to gently push his forehead back down and tell him he’s not old enough to do that yet. However, sometimes he gets a good momentum going and pushes up on one arm. I don’t know how he does it. His strength is bizarre!

Solid foods are a mere few weeks away. I am nervous, excited, terrified, overjoyed, and horrified! I’ve never seen a baby so interested in food. He reaches for it, mimics me chewing and watches my food go from plate – to fork – to mouth. I always said I wouldn’t give him food until 6 months, but he’s ready. So I must let my little baby Braden grow up just a little bit more.

I’m looking forward to sleeping through the night. But for now I try to be patient and realize this is just a short amount of time in his life. One day he won’t need me to rock him to sleep, or look for me in the middle of the night. As much as I would love for a solid 10-12 hours of sleep, I’m learning to just enjoy each moment. It’s hard to not push for him to learn and grow. But I think it’s important to sit in this moment. To stay present in this time. It will only happen once, and I want to embrace the good, the bad, and even the ugly.

I love you,

your mama xo

A boy and his toy : )

Halloween

November 7, 2013November 7, 2013 Britnee Grahambaby, baby boys, costumes, dressing up, halloween, pumpkins1 Comment

Braden started out his first Halloween by imprinting his foot onto a Halloween canvas. I never would describe myself as a perfectionist, but I could not get this craft right. I tried two different times before I got it “right”. Third times the charm right? Of course, I did the writing, spider and spider webs to my liking, but Braden’s footprint was a little off. He didn’t seem to understand what was going on. I think it looks good regardless. And I will always remember his chubby little feet slipping around in the paint. Not to mention, the little piece of black paint (non-toxic) that is still apparent underneath his toenails. OOPS.

Braden also had his first professional pictures done. He wore his snazzy Burberry jean outfit that my mothers friend so generously gave to him. Unfortunately, Braden was on a nap strike during that week. Only a couple of pictures turned out alright, since he got pouty after about 15 minutes. Babies. What can ya do?!

I took Braden to Pumpkin City – his first pumpkin patch! He was a wee bit too little to really enjoy it. But he was a real good sport when it came to posing with the pumpkins. He loved being inside of the teepee with mama, and riding the hay horse. I mean, who wouldn’t?

Pinterest is still so confusing to me. But sometimes I have it figured out and gain great ideas from it. I saw a picture of a baby in a pumpkin, and I just had to put Braden in one. The only problem was, Braden is huge. Like really. I had to find the perfect pumpkin so it could work. I scoped out the scene and found the largest pumpkin I could find. I carved it the top first. Then I cut out where the legs would go. But when I attempted to put Braden inside of the pumpkin, he didn’t fit. I was laughing so hard. Who is this kid? So I had to cut the pumpkin down from the top – making it big enough for his chunky thighs to fit through. His legs BARELY fit through the holes. It was such a close call that when taking him out of the pumpkin, he let out a little cry because his legs were stuck. Yikes. He was such a great sport through the whole thing. Although I do admit he was a bit distracted with the grass tickling his feet and the taste of the pumpkin head. It was fun to watch him experience it all for the first time.

Braden was a monkey for Halloween. It seemed fitting since his dad and I nicknamed him our little monkey before he was born. Obviously, I had to be a banana to complement him. It was perfect. Except by the time Trick – or – Treating came around Braden was over Halloween. It was a lot for his little 4 1/2 month old self. With Grammy K and Auntie Lindsay in tow, we went a knocking down the neighborhood. Well, he lasted about 2 houses before he had enough. It was win for me since I got to eat all of his candy.

I look forward to next year. Holding hands, walking door to door. Maybe even a little Halloween party or two.

I love you,

your mama xoxo

You’re never fully dressed without a smile

October 30, 2013November 2, 2013 Britnee Grahamannie, baby, baby boys, musicals, sleep, songs1 Comment

Braden was the best newborn. He slept mostly all the time. He’d only awake to eat and then straight back to sleep. It was an easy routine to get into, and I seemed to get plenty of sleep. Those days are long gone.
I guess I should still preface this by saying, he’s still a pretty happy go lucky, easy baby. But the sleep… Or lack thereof is killing me. I miss newborn-sleepy Braden. I could watch television at a normal level, listen to music, and have conversations with others in the room. These days I have to nurse in a quiet, dark room. If you call me on the phone during that time… Forget it. I can’t answer. The moment he hears my voice, he looks back at me, and then smiles so big. I’ve lost him. He would rather eat his hand. I have the hardest time getting him to eat again after an interruption.
Everything is a distraction. He’s so curious about everything. He’ll (walk?) into the same room a hundred times, but look around as if he’s seeing everything for the first time.
No longer does he fall straight to sleep after I’ve fed him. Which I guess is better in the long run. However, I now must rock him to sleep. But not only do I have to rock, I must also do one of the following; sing, hum, shush, pat his back or make a sound I can’t even begin to describe. Of course it’s never the same, and it is my job to figure out which way he would like to be soothed. He likes to keep me on my toes.
Luckily, by mistake, I’ve discovered one song that gets me through the changing table, long car rides, and a lullaby to sleep. I stumbled upon it accidentally one day when my mother was getting dressed. She looked at me and asked, “how do I look?” I said, “oh mother, who cares what you’re wearing… You’re never fully dressed without a smile”. She laughed and said, “oh I like that, where’s that from?”. I told her it was from the musical Annie. She couldn’t remember how it went, so I looked it up on YouTube.
With Braden in my lap I started to play the song for my mom. Instantly, Braden stopped whatever he was chewing on and his baby blue eyes went straight to my phone. He could not take his eyes off the screen. He was so quiet, just enjoying the girls sing and dance around. I swear he is infatuated with girls.
Anyway, of course I couldn’t get the song out of my head all day. But Braden didn’t seem to mind, so I kept on singing. It wasn’t until one long car ride (where he would not stop crying) that I discovered this song was like magic!
I was going through all of my resources to get him to stop crying, but nothing was working. I was driving with one hand, holding onto his fingers with my other hand, losing circulation in my shoulder from reaching behind me. And then I remembered, the song. I started singing… “Who cares what they’re wearing…” BOOM. Silence. I looked back into the mirror, a little smile had appeared on his face. I’ll never forget the look on his face, a little Braden grin coming through, tears fading away. I had found it! The one song I can sing to get him to calm down!
To be honest, it only worked like magic for about 2 weeks. He’s a smart cookie and caught on to my secret and so it doesn’t work every time. But for when the times it does, it genuinely melts my heart. My favorite times are changing him on that table, or when he’s just waking up from a nap. I always sing to him, his eyes fixated on me with an enormous smile on his face. He looks at me with such love, that smile filling my heart up. Maybe that’s why he loves that song so much. He’s just never fully dressed without that smile!!

I love you ( more than I ever thought possible),
Your mama xoxoxoxox

20 weeks old!

Sometimes you don’t need to sleep

October 24, 2013 Britnee Graham2 Comments

I love my son. I do. I love playing with him. I love singing songs to him. I love (sometimes) rocking him to sleep. I love tummy time, bouncing him on my leg and tickling him into a giggle fest.
But sometimes the sleepless nights get to you. Exhaustion takes over, and I find myself begging for him to sleep in a little bit longer. Of course, it doesn’t happen. He’s ready for the day to start. And so we get up. I muster up the energy I didn’t know I had.
The day always starts with breakfast for me and tummy time for him. In between bites I switch him to the bouncer. By the time he’s ready for breakfast, I’m done with mine. If I’m lucky, I’ll feed him into a food coma and we’ll both get to take a nap. These days it doesn’t get to happen that way, so I persevere. He naps for 30 minutes, while I quickly shower and get dressed.
Onwards we go and somehow it’s 3 o’clock and I’ve done nothing. Well, nothing to the casual onlooker. But to Braden we’ve had a day full of learning, discovering, eating, sleeping, giggling and cuddling.
I try to squeeze in one more nap but of course he wants to giggle or read books or play with my face. He’s newly discovered he can touch my face. It’s the cutest.
At about 5:30 I can’t wait for 6:30 to come so we can start our bedtime routine. This means that he’ll be asleep around 7/7:30 and maybe I can be too. But once he’s asleep, I realize it’s quiet. Should I go to sleep or stay up? When else in my day do I get be alone with just me?
And more times often than not, I choose to not sleep. I choose to put on my headphones and listen to the music I’ve missed so greatly. My eyes never moving from his face on the monitor. I choose to escape for 30 minutes. I choose to not sleep, because sometimes you just don’t need to.
Until 6am rolls around…

I love you,
Your mama xo
19 weeks old!

4 months of milestones

October 13, 2013October 13, 2013 Britnee Grahambabies, boys, feet, growing up, milestones, rolling overLeave a comment

Sandra Bullock said it best, “I never knew what a milestone meant until I had a kid”. As an adult, we take for granted the ability to walk, talk, roll over and etc. But It’s such an accomplishment for our babies to achieve these milestones. This past month Braden has learned to roll over from back to tummy. Every time I see him do it, I’m so amazed. The way he’s learned to slightly push himself up from his arms makes me smile. I could take a picture of him doing it every time and it will never get old. Why is this so amazing to me!? Perhaps it’s because I’ve watched him go from a silent and still newborn to this growing, active, “talking” baby.
Rolling over is a great achievement in baby world. For Braden it started when he was able to find his feet. Every time I laid him down he would hurl is legs up towards his face. Eventually he realized he had feet he could hold onto, and hold onto he did! Changing diapers became a different kind of challenge, but it’s so cute it’s worth it.
Soon after the feet finding, Braden learned to use that momentum to lean himself to one side. He would do this and rock back and forth, back and forth. Somehow without me looking, he would end up on his tummy. I would know because it got eerily silent, and then the grunting began. I’d walk over and talk to him about his accomplishment. He’d look up and smile at me. But after a couple minutes he got bored of it, and would try to get back. Except he doesn’t know how to do that yet, so the grunting and whining would start up again. I’m curious to see how long it will take him to roll around without any help from me. I’m excited and scared at the same time.
Speaking of whining… Braden has found a new way to communicate with me: whining. He mostly whines when he wants me to hold him up and help him bounce up and down on my legs. I (kind of regrettably) got him a standing bouncer since he outgrew the seated one. Ever since then he thinks everything is meant to bounce on. Bounce bounce bounce. If he didn’t weigh over 18 pounds i’d oblige, but my arms are killing me. Is it possible for a 5 month old to walk? I’m pretty sure I won’t me able to hold him for much longer.
Braden has experienced his first time in the pool, he doesn’t have an opinion about it yet. He got his first bad rash (eczema), he handled it better than I did. He has a newfound affinity for water bottles. He loves to chew on the caps. Don’t worry; it’s attached to the bottle. He’s once again gone up a size in diapers, and in clothes. He still loves to drool, poop and fart like nobodies business. He likes to eat his feet, watch me eat, and grab at anything and everything. I learned this very quickly after sitting him in my lap at the dinner table. Yikes!
I haven’t decided on when I’m going to start him on solids, but I think he’s ready more than I am. Do they have to grow so fast?
I truly love him more and more each day. I love looking at the world through his eyes. Let’s see what the next 4 weeks will bring us.

I love you,
Your mama xo

The 2am smile

September 25, 2013September 25, 2013 Britnee Graham2am, babies, baby boy, motherhood, nursing, sleep, smileLeave a comment

2am always comes so quickly. No matter how early I go to bed, 2am is not as fun as it once was. I awake to the sounds of a hungry baby. Mindlessly, I pull him into my lap so he can eat. I lazily look at my phone. It reads 2am. I struggle to keep my eyes awake. Hurry up and eat, I’m thinking.
After what seems like an eternity, he finally finishes. I quietly pull him to chest, he let’s out a little burp. Carefully, I rise from my bed… And slowly I make my way to the changing table. Any sudden movements, trips over large objects, or running into walls could awake the babe. Which is something I’m trying to avoid at all costs.
I turn on the lights, and lay him down. I aim for a quick change of the diaper. Steadily and effortlessly I make it through. As I squeeze the hand sanitizer into my hands, it pops out of my hands and onto the floor. BOOM!
I quickly glance at the babe on the table. Instantly, arms are flailing and legs are kicking! PLEASE DON’T OPEN YOUR EYES.
My mind instantly flashes to 3am, attempting to rock him back to sleep. Tomorrow morning being a nightmare to wake up to. Dark circles, bed hair, bad breath… Oh no oh no, please don’t wake up!
But the flutter of the eyes begins. It’s happening. He’s waking up and there’s nothing I can do. Do I look at him? Do I look away? Ignore? Ahh!
And then, the baby blues open and find my face. A face terrified of what’s to come. We lock eyes for a 5 second stare down. Then it happens.
The most beautiful, precious and biggest smile appears upon his face. He giggles, as if it say, “oh hey mom! There you are!”
In a second, nothing else matters. Dark circles, bed hair, and bad breath is all worth it. I scoop him up into my arms and kiss his cheek. I turn off the light, and we walk back to bed. I hold him close, hum in his ear, and gently rock him back and forth. He softly tells me all about his dreams. Before I know it he has drifted off back to sleep.
And Braden, that 2am smile was just fine by me.

I love you,
Your mama! Xo

15 weeks old!

Technicolor Poop

September 18, 2013September 18, 2013 Britnee Grahambabies, baby poop, breastfeeding, little boy, momsLeave a comment

My world has been consumed by poop. More specifically, Braden’s poop. It started the moment he was born. We couldn’t leave the hospital until he pooped. And poop he did. I somehow got away with never having to change a poopy diaper for almost 3 days! And let me tell ya, those first few poops are not so great. Can be poop be great you ask? YES IT CAN!
After the meconium poop days were past us, the green-yellow and yellow poops followed. Yellow poop is the healthiest. I’m exclusively breastfeeding so It’s the great poop you always want. When he was a few weeks old his poop suddenly turned green. BRIGHT GREEN. I immediately googled and came across some answers. But I still had that mom guilt so I called the pediatrician. They suggested perhaps he wasn’t getting enough hind milk. You see when breastfeeding, the hind milk contains the fat and comes at the end. So if the baby doesn’t finish off all the milk, he is just getting foremilk. This can turn poop green.
The phone nurse informed me this was probably the case, not to worry and make sure he takes all of the milk. I focused so hard. I was determined to not let anymore green poop happen. I chose to start block feeding hoping that would help. It worked! His poop turned back to the “great yellow”. I was thrilled.
About a month later… Green poop. Again. I couldn’t believe it. I focused back on my block feeding. Nothing changed. I called the pediatrician. They told me not to worry, perhaps it’s something in my diet. I did some research. Dairy. Cows milk can be very sensitive to a babies digestive system since it’s still adapting and developing. So I cut out diary. Did you know dairy is in practically everything?
I was vegan up until I got pregnant, but when you’re used to not looking into ingredients for almost a year… It’s hard to remember to do so. After a week and a half of cutting back on diary… No changes. I decided to call the pediatrician again. It just didn’t sit right that my babies poop was STILL green. Something HAD to be wrong.
The phone nurse decided it was best to bring in Braden immediately. I was so nervous. What if something was seriously wrong with my little nugget!? I began to be so mad at myself for not making them bring him in sooner. I ended up having to go to their main office and see a completely different doctor. That made me even more nervous. But luckily the pediatrician group is so lovely and accommodating.
We were seen by the most incredible doctor. All of them are great actually. He walked in and was so kind to Braden, trying to make his experience at the pediatricians much less scary.
He opened with, ” So, I hear Braden has some technicolor poop”. I immediately liked him even more. I told him what I had been doing to help ( block feeding, no dairy) I was scared he was going to tell me that I couldn’t breastfeed anymore. But he eased my fears when he told me that Braden was gaining weight “normally” ( he’s a bit of an overachiever in that area) and he seemed like a really happy and alert baby. All of those things are a good indicator that everything is okay. Then he went on to explain why his poop is green.
Braden poops a lot. No really, a lot. Almost after every time he eats, and almost instantly. You see, for a baby his age the average baby poops maybe once a day. Their poop has enough time for the gallbladder to metabolize the food… Which for breastfed babies turns it a yellow color. But because Braden poops so often it doesn’t have time to do so. With age his poops will slow down on their own.
Also, he may have an allergy to something I’m eating. But because he doesn’t seem bothered by it, their were no further tests needed. It’s most likely diary… And that can take up to 3 weeks to leave the mamas body! I couldn’t believe it!
So… Just on cue, after 3 weeks of no diary, I am proud to say Braden’s poop is back to that “great yellow”!! I feel such relief!
I never thought I would be the mama to chit chat about Braden’s poop. But trust me, I could talk about it for hours. How did his poop become so intriguing!? I can’t believe I’m THAT mom!
It’s crazy how my babies poop has become such a part of my everyday life. And not just changing diapers… That’s the easy part. Their is so much more responsibly and dedication than I ever thought imaginable. But the reward is so incredibly worth it that I wouldn’t change a thing. Poop and all!

I love you,
Your mama xoxo

14 weeks old!

3 months of milestones

September 13, 2013September 13, 2013 Britnee Graham1 Comment

90 or so days ago Braden was placed into my arms, snuggly and sleepy. Today, I think just his torso fits across my stomach, legs dangling off to the side. If he falls asleep in my arms, my arm most likely will fall asleep too. How did my son grow so fast!? In size 3 diapers already and size 6 months in clothes I forget he’s still a baby. He looks like he’s ready to sit up and crawl.
Actually. the other day I sat him against a pillow on the bed while I put on my clothes. He likes to sit up and see things so it’s the best place for him when I’m changing. As I was finishing, he leaned forward and sat all on his own! It lasted for about 10 seconds before he slowly started to continue falling forward. I can’t believe how strong he is.
He’s enjoying tummy time a lot more, smiling and giggling from time to time. He’s stopped trying to roll over. I think he’s just enjoying the new view.
To my surprise though he has rolled from his back to his stomach a few times. He crunches his legs up to his chest then rolls on over. Only on the left side. Will he be a lefty!?
He found his hands a while back, but my goodness does he REALLY like to suck on them. It’s been a great source of soothing for him. I’ve noticed a few times in the car he’ll sooth himself to sleep with his hands. He can’t remember to do it every time but he’s getting there. The left hand is his favorite but he gives the right one a turn here and there!
I read him his first book, of which he loved. So now we’ve added a bedtime story to our nightly routine. I love the way his eyes light up.
I introduced him to some football. He pretty much loves anything on TV at this point. But I know my dad can’t wait for the day to share his love for football with Braden.
His hair is longer, hands and feet bigger, eyes bluer and smile cuter.
His curiosity about his surroundings is so adorable. I love looking at the world through his eyes. Everything is brand new.
While he still wakes up twice a night to eat, I truly don’t mind.
It’s the explosive poops and pees in the sheets that I could do without. I’m hoping the bigger diaper size will help. My 16 pound baby is a growing boy!
Our mommy and me class is coming to a close, and I’m a little nervous to be on our own with no class to help guide us. But I have faith in my mommy intuition to carry us on.
I love him more and more each day. I never knew I had this much love in my heart. And I’m sure it will only continue to grow.
I love you,
Your mama! Xoxoxoxoxo