Here are a few of the incredibly cute and sweet things my little bird does that make his mama's heart melt.
* A softness check: He tries things out for softness and cuddle-potential. For example, he will crawl over to a pillow or blanket or stuffed animal, lay down and place his sweet little head on it and then pat it. Too sweet. Or he picks up various things, places them next to his cheek and hugs them. aaaaaahhhh.. He does this to books, lovies, the telephone.
* The Kiss: He has started to kiss. He'll kiss his stuffed animals and has started to consistently kiss Greg and I when we ask him too. He comes at you with this wide open mouth with big wet lips and plants a wet one smack dab on your lips. It is always accompanied with a huge smile and a giggle as well. To top that, the other evening, while trying to coax him back to sleep at 3 am and while he was snuggled across my chest and face, I kissed his head and he turned his dreary head to mine and planted a sleepy kiss on my lips. Oui vey, did my heart melt on that one. Made being awake in the early hours so worth it.
* Dog and tennis balls: Zachary has discovered that Senna is allowed to play with the tennis ball, the only toy in the house that she gets to freely chew now that the toys are for Zachary. He enjoys sitting on the floor and offering Senna a tennis ball and when Senna takes it from his, he squeals in delight and claps.
* The Lay-Down-Play: Zacharydoodle likes to play while laying on the floor. Sometimes he lays on his tummy and plays with toys in front of him. He lays there, kicking his little feet and babbling away.
More to come as my little one discovers the world.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Happy Birthday
My little bird is 1 year old.
Simply amazing.
Here are a few pictures of my chocolate cake loving son. He is partaking in Papa's famous chocolate cake and seemed to be quite happy with it.
Papa's famous chocolate cake and 1 single candle.
See that cake everywhere, yes Zachary did that himself.
Yes, his legs, shirt and new scooter toy are covered in cake. He decided that the toy wanted some cake too and proceeded to help it out.
We didn't get to party the way this mommy and daddy had expected too but we had a good time. We went to Houston to visit Peter and Rebecca, who were in Houston from New York City for their engagement party. Since we won't be able to go to their wedding this summer, we decided to celebrate their marriage and Zachary's birthday at the same time. And for those of you who know the stories, you'll understand that without Peter and Rebecca and a certain vacation to visit them 1 year, 9 months and a few days ago, we wouldn't be celebrating our son's birthday.
Thank you Peter and Rebecca and thank you Zachary for a lovely party.
Happy Birthday, Baby Boy.
Simply amazing.
Here are a few pictures of my chocolate cake loving son. He is partaking in Papa's famous chocolate cake and seemed to be quite happy with it.
Papa's famous chocolate cake and 1 single candle.
See that cake everywhere, yes Zachary did that himself.
Yes, his legs, shirt and new scooter toy are covered in cake. He decided that the toy wanted some cake too and proceeded to help it out.
We didn't get to party the way this mommy and daddy had expected too but we had a good time. We went to Houston to visit Peter and Rebecca, who were in Houston from New York City for their engagement party. Since we won't be able to go to their wedding this summer, we decided to celebrate their marriage and Zachary's birthday at the same time. And for those of you who know the stories, you'll understand that without Peter and Rebecca and a certain vacation to visit them 1 year, 9 months and a few days ago, we wouldn't be celebrating our son's birthday.
Thank you Peter and Rebecca and thank you Zachary for a lovely party.
Happy Birthday, Baby Boy.
Monday, May 15, 2006
A mother's late night musings
I can't sleep and my thoughts keep turning to motherhood. This time last year I was wishing that the baby would be born. I was so sore, so big and so very ready to meet my tiny son. His due date was May 18th, but I had secretly hoped he'd be born on Mother's Day, sappy I know, but I remember thinking that it would happen because I was ready. Well, as we all learn, our babies come when they are ready.
This time last year Greg gave me a wonderful necklace that I wear often. It is my motherhood necklace. I had it on the day Zachary was born. Greg also gave me a pair of matching earrings upon his birth. I have the necklace on today as a reminder of my pregnancy and of my first born and that today I get to celebrate being a mom because Zachary is in my life.
But then the bittersweet part takes over. Next Saturday my little bird will be 1 year old. I'm not prepared for this! I keep thinking he hasn't grown, he's not that big, not that different than a year ago. But then I look at him, I look at my body which has returned to it's relative normal size, I look at the stretch marks, which I consider my battle scars, I look at my milk-filled breasts and I know that he has grown, he has changed and I register how much I have changed too.
I spent yesterday morning with Anna, my oldest friend, and her 7 week old baby boy, Jackson. He's lovely. I forgot how small newborns were. I forgot how light they were, how small their hands are, how they smile with the milk drunk look and drift in and out of sleep through the day. He was yummy, adorable and so sweet. Zachary looked like such a big kid next to him. It made me sad but then so excited about this little person who is growing in his personality and self.
Sleep is calling me. Zachary and Greg are snuggled in bed and have now been resting peacefully for an hour. I should join them and stop being so melodramatic.
This time last year Greg gave me a wonderful necklace that I wear often. It is my motherhood necklace. I had it on the day Zachary was born. Greg also gave me a pair of matching earrings upon his birth. I have the necklace on today as a reminder of my pregnancy and of my first born and that today I get to celebrate being a mom because Zachary is in my life.
But then the bittersweet part takes over. Next Saturday my little bird will be 1 year old. I'm not prepared for this! I keep thinking he hasn't grown, he's not that big, not that different than a year ago. But then I look at him, I look at my body which has returned to it's relative normal size, I look at the stretch marks, which I consider my battle scars, I look at my milk-filled breasts and I know that he has grown, he has changed and I register how much I have changed too.
I spent yesterday morning with Anna, my oldest friend, and her 7 week old baby boy, Jackson. He's lovely. I forgot how small newborns were. I forgot how light they were, how small their hands are, how they smile with the milk drunk look and drift in and out of sleep through the day. He was yummy, adorable and so sweet. Zachary looked like such a big kid next to him. It made me sad but then so excited about this little person who is growing in his personality and self.
Sleep is calling me. Zachary and Greg are snuggled in bed and have now been resting peacefully for an hour. I should join them and stop being so melodramatic.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Happy mom's Day
My husband and son are the best. Today we celebrated Mama's Day. We were back from our week in Houston, woke up in our big bed all snuggled together (and Zachary was so excited the evening before he kept waking me up to nurse all night long!). The three of us proceeded with our morning rituals...Zachary plays poke Daddy to wake him up, then stands up on our pillows to look out the window and retrieve Mama's water bottle to the bed, then we play where's the kitty? and then he charges after sweet Maya-cat and we scramble to sit up and catch him before he hurls himself off the bed. After tackling him we snuggle some more, exchange smooches, cuddle a bit longer and then get ourselves up.
This morning, little Zachary decided that 6:30 am was the longest we'd stay in bed. So Greg and him got up and proceeded to make me breakfast. Since we've been in Houston for 7 days, our fridge was a little bare, but luckily there were some bagels frozen and eggs and just enough cream for my coffee. Zachary ate his yogurt and some O's cereal and we decided to head out to check out the status of the new house.
Luckily Zachary fell asleep in the car on the 2 mile drive over and we pulled into the garage of the house, which now has drywall, as does the rest of the house. Thank goodness that I still like the house after seeing it with drywall too! This means the house passed the insulation and drywall inspection and tape and texture are next. Yippee!
We then enjoyed a Mother's Day lunch at Central Market, where Zachary ate grilled cheese and managed to steal some fries from Greg. After we got home, I was surprised by the rest of my gift, a spa package at Milk+Honey Spa where I got a massage and my nails done. My toenails are now a happy shade of red and my nails are whose your mother pink... I thought it appropriate. The spa was delightful, very modern interior yet soft and calming. Very good massage from Steven, who isn't used to the "unhappy shoulders" of co-sleeping moms. He spent the hour luxuriously digging into my neck, shoulders, and back and making me a very happy lady. Yes, co-sleeping will cause injuries, not to the babe, but definitely to the mama whose child insists on staying positioned in mama's armpit just so and also frequenting the all-niter diner.
Greg made a delightful dinner of rissotto, italian style fish and garlickly green beans, I drank white wine and Greg followed it with a lovely cappucino. We ate this lovely dinner in front of the television so I could watch the final episode of West Wing. Yes, I'm a West Wing addict. I've enjoyed watching because it was the hour a week where I felt happy with our government, even if it was a pretend on on TV. Sometimes fantasy is best.
The three of us then played and read some books, and I took my cappucino to Zachary's room to nurse him to sleep. Of course, he's woken twice since then and is now laying on my lap and I'm perched in an awkward position, trying to write my thesis and taking away all the grand benefits of my massage. Oh well.
Back to writing. Good night to all my mama friends out there.... Happy Mother's Day.
This morning, little Zachary decided that 6:30 am was the longest we'd stay in bed. So Greg and him got up and proceeded to make me breakfast. Since we've been in Houston for 7 days, our fridge was a little bare, but luckily there were some bagels frozen and eggs and just enough cream for my coffee. Zachary ate his yogurt and some O's cereal and we decided to head out to check out the status of the new house.
Luckily Zachary fell asleep in the car on the 2 mile drive over and we pulled into the garage of the house, which now has drywall, as does the rest of the house. Thank goodness that I still like the house after seeing it with drywall too! This means the house passed the insulation and drywall inspection and tape and texture are next. Yippee!
We then enjoyed a Mother's Day lunch at Central Market, where Zachary ate grilled cheese and managed to steal some fries from Greg. After we got home, I was surprised by the rest of my gift, a spa package at Milk+Honey Spa where I got a massage and my nails done. My toenails are now a happy shade of red and my nails are whose your mother pink... I thought it appropriate. The spa was delightful, very modern interior yet soft and calming. Very good massage from Steven, who isn't used to the "unhappy shoulders" of co-sleeping moms. He spent the hour luxuriously digging into my neck, shoulders, and back and making me a very happy lady. Yes, co-sleeping will cause injuries, not to the babe, but definitely to the mama whose child insists on staying positioned in mama's armpit just so and also frequenting the all-niter diner.
Greg made a delightful dinner of rissotto, italian style fish and garlickly green beans, I drank white wine and Greg followed it with a lovely cappucino. We ate this lovely dinner in front of the television so I could watch the final episode of West Wing. Yes, I'm a West Wing addict. I've enjoyed watching because it was the hour a week where I felt happy with our government, even if it was a pretend on on TV. Sometimes fantasy is best.
The three of us then played and read some books, and I took my cappucino to Zachary's room to nurse him to sleep. Of course, he's woken twice since then and is now laying on my lap and I'm perched in an awkward position, trying to write my thesis and taking away all the grand benefits of my massage. Oh well.
Back to writing. Good night to all my mama friends out there.... Happy Mother's Day.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Zachary and the Dog
A few cute photos from this week. Zachary and Senna have been enjoying the sandbox this week.
Zachary and his new sandbox toys...
Senna thinks we're at the beach when we play in the sandbox turtle.
Senna has taken Zachary's stick and he is attempting to remove it. I intervened soon after this photo was taken and gave both their own sticks.
Zachary and his new sandbox toys...
Senna thinks we're at the beach when we play in the sandbox turtle.
Senna has taken Zachary's stick and he is attempting to remove it. I intervened soon after this photo was taken and gave both their own sticks.
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