Month 5 was the most difficult month so far. Much harder than dealing with a newborn, who mostly sleeps during the day! Ever since we arrived home from Christmas, we have had a bit of a rough patch. Charlie was going through a pretty significant developmental milestone, marked by being clingy, fussy, and all-around grouchy! It’s also marked by what some people refer to as the “4 month sleep regression”. Really it’s a progression because it’s a sign of the mental progress they’re making, but it often means that a baby that previously slept for long stretches at a time now wakes up more frequently… which was absolutely the case for us.
Mommy is tired. Continue reading
Mr.Pants (his dad keeps trying to reassure him that his last name is actually PRANGER, but I tell him not to listen to his daddy, he’s crazy) turned 4 months old on 12/22! I won’t know his weight or height until his appointment on the 29th (when he’ll also get his next round of vaccinations, alas!) but he is getting long! His 3 month onesies still fit through the torso, but his arms are getting a bit too long for them. Continue reading
I pray for my son every night as I rock him to sleep. Usually I pray for peace, for health, for good sleep and that he would wake up healthy and happy. If I have recently read a story about SIDS or any of the other myriad terrible things that can befall a little one in the night, then I sometimes simply pray that he will wake up. I pray that God would cover him with His feathers (Psalm 91:4) and that my baby would love the Lord all the days of his life. Continue reading
Charlie (AKA Mr.TeenyPants) turned 3 months old on 11/22! I’m not sure of his length since he didn’t have an official checkup this month, but we did visit the doctor twice for what thankfully turned out to be nothing (both times), so I know that his weight is currently 14 pounds, 11 ounces. My chunky boy! Continue reading
Today calls for a Beyoncé girl-power anthem. Continue reading
Every new mother falls victim to the overwhelming urge to “do it all”. Breastfeed, make sure your baby gets adequate tummy time, don’t develop any bad habits. Read to them from (or before) birth! Develop a night-time routine. Keep the house clean and all inhabitants fed and in clean clothes (bonus points for folded and put away!). Possibly even work, in or out of the home, in addition to childrearing and homemaking. Often, I believe, we find that our spouses are willing to cut us some slack and don’t mind too much if the house isn’t spotless or a week’s worth of meals haven’t been planned and prepped and shopped for by Sunday evening. I know my husband is particularly forgiving on this front- he cares much more about coming home to a happy wife and child than a magazine-worthy living room and a three course meal. And yet the pressure remains, partly from within, partly as a perception of what other moms are doing. Continue reading
We paid a visit to a pumpkin patch today. I was crazy excited for this little outing because it represents our son’s first holiday-related adventure. One of the aspects of parenting I have always been most excited about is making the holidays magical for our kids. Obviously Charlie is a little young for a lot of the really fun stuff, but this was still a momentous occasion for me. Continue reading
As a new mom, my day-to-day life is filled with new insecurities. Being a young woman I’m no stranger to insecurity, but this new phase has me wondering whether I’m completely overanalyzing things and being crazy or if this is just another one of those weird “normal” parts of motherhood. Please feel free to enlighten me in the comments. Continue reading
I suspect every new mom has one, but I can only speak for myself. The running tally. What is it recording, you ask?
Well, here’s mine: Continue reading
Ack! How has it been two months?!
This is the month that we began to see fleeting social smiles (they’re still quite rare, but the frequency is increasing). He has also begun to discover his voice, which means lots of yelling, oohs, and aahs, especially when he’s laying in his Pack N’ Play and looking up at his dangling toys. Those sounds slay me. Continue reading