Fleur de Aleta

Dear Son, When you learn how to count to three, it should be an easy task.  You started responding to 1….2….3….. in the womb.  The only way I could get you to give the kick counts for the non-stress test when I was pregnant was when your Daddy would lean into my stomach and say, “One… Two… THREEEEEEEEE…” And you kicked up a storm in my womb. Now, when we count to three, you get a raspberry on your tummy or we tickle your toes.  When we start with “one” – your eyes get saucer wide!  Your Daddy loves that look on you. I love your smiles, of course, but I think your “Kisses” face is my favorite.  Last Sunday was the first time you went to church.  The minister talked about the Boston bombing and focused on how people were “at the wrong place, at the wrong time, and did the right thing” meaning the first responders, etc.   This was after The First Reading, Acts 9:36-43.  Rev. AJ followed it up by saying we are in a community of faith and it’s s

Gregory is finding his voice.  He fusses loudly when we take the bottle away in order to burp him mid-way through the bottle.  He's making new noises daily, it seems... The other night, I was feeding Gregory at 2:30am.  It wasn't long into feeding that he made a sharp squeal sound while he was sucking on the bottle.  I moved the bottle away from him, thinking he might have swallowed the milk down wrong. Gregory gave me a huge grin and then..... he gave a VERY distinct GIGGLE.  He Giggled.. and then farted! So, I know that smile and giggle was due to a fart, but still, it was the first real giggle from him!  Tickled me pink and made me giggle too.  He smiles without farting now.  I can't wait for the future giggles to come!

Dear Son, You are your daddy’s boy.  Each morning, you greet me with a smile, even if it’s at 2:30am.  Just 9 weeks old today and you are already a morning person.  You definitely didn’t get that from mommy. Like father, like son.. after you eat, you want a nap.  And I love to hold and cuddle you.  I can’t express with words how sweet those moments are and I treasure them.  Everyone tells me the time will fly by, especially after 6 months old and to cherish each moment; every moment is a blessing. Maybe that is why I take so many pictures of you.  Your Daddy fusses that I take too many, but I know in time you will get tired of me taking your picture, so I do it now when you can’t complain and it leaves me with pictures to share with family and friends and captures these beautiful times together. You are adapting to the bedtime routine quickly too.  I love that it’s a family thing.  Your Daddy and I give you a bath, then a warm bottle and then you go to your crib

My husband and I do the RPS (rocks, paper, scissors game) for plenty of things.  I think it's fun to see how many times we will tie or if we will try to figure out what the other person is going to do. The other day, we did RPS.... because.... someone..... had a stinky diaper to be changed... My husband said, "Best out of three."  He won the first one, I won the second.  Then Greg says before we do a show of hands, "I'm going to do paper."  We do the count and I did scissors.  Greg looked at me and said, "How did you know I would do what I said I would do!"  Lol.  Greg had to change the diaper!  Woo Hoo. That makes for a happy mommy :)

One of my cousins is taking an art class in college.  I love it when she shares the class assignments with me.  She asked for my thoughts on one particular project.  I don’t know the specifics on the professor’s guidelines, but the general idea was that she had to create a self-portrait via pictures. She had a group of pictures in mind already, which were great – picture of her children, picture of artwork that she likes, picture of tassel from college graduation, etc.  But she said it felt like she was missing something. I suggested that she turn the self-portrait into a story and not to focus just on the positives in life, because nobody’s life is just positive.  And in fact, my cousin’s life is incredibly stress filled at the moment.  My suggestion was that on the right side of the picture, to draw a spiral – sort of like a tornado shaped spiral and half it go off of the page.  In the spiral, put pictures of things that are negative in her life and those pic

My husband and I are trying to create a nighttime routine with our baby Gregory. If we are lucky with timing the bottle feeding, then he will eat around 6pm.  Then around 8pm, we give Gregory a bath and lotion and warm bottle and he goes into his room, no lights on.  We're trying to readjust our baby's sense of day and night and to associate the bath as the "ok, time to go to sleep." We're also using lavender scented baby bath wash, which is very soothing for all of us :) So far, Gregory seems to like the bath.  One night we gave Gregory a bath, Greg took him out of the sink (it's a large deep sink and we use a sponge contour pad to put Gregory in).  Greg put the baby on a towel and turned around, facing away from the baby.  I was drying off Gregory when Greg heard me say, "OH MY GOD!"  Greg turned around, reaching out, his daddy instincts kicking in, thinking the baby was falling off the counter. Instead, he saw my stunned expression as Greg

Holly, my cousin from Maryland, came to visit for a week.  She stayed with us and very generously offered to take the majority of the night shifts for taking care of our baby.  It was a relief and helped a great deal in recovering from sleep deprivation. Below is a picture of Holly holding Gregory. Holly has three children, two daughters in college and a son in high school.  She has a lot to be proud of as her children are amazing.  Her son, Michael, joined her on this trip to New Orleans.  I was impressed with how much of a gentleman Michael has turned into, holding open doors, being very considerate and thoughtful of his words and reactions. My cousin and I have been good friends ever since... well, we were babies :)  Our mothers were very close and Holly would come to spend the entire summers with us (summers lasted forever in a child's mind). It was good to catch up on life, though we typical correspond weekly via email.