100 Days ago, I became a mommy. So in honor of Grayson being 100 days old, here are 100 things that I have learned and love…
|This is what Grayson left Santa…|
And this was the letter that Santa left Grayson…
Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas! Merry First Christmas! We have all been anxious to meet you! I hope you don’t mind, but while you were sleeping I took a picture of you on my i-phone. I showed it to the reindeer on your roof and texted it to Mrs. Santa. They are all delighted that we will be stopping at your house for a very long time.
Oh, I almost forgot. This being your very first Christmas I need to explain why I was on your roof and in your house in the middle of the night. It’s because Christmas Eve us a very special night, all about a little baby a lot like you. That baby was a gift from God, as are you. He was part of God’s plan, as are you. He was also God himself, born into the world in order to save it.
That’s what all the fuss is about- the lights, music, food, visitors, and an overweight gentleman in a red suit. If there had been no Christ Child, there would be nothing to celebrate. Because He came to live among us, we have everything to celebrate, every day, every year. So, on His birthday we are all a bit over the top. You will be too, as soon as you understand that many of those colorful boxes under the tree have your name on them!
That’s where I come in. God gave us all a gift that we did not deserve and could never afford. On that first Christmas day all the world woke up to find it. So I have dedicated my life to helping people remember that Greatest Gift when they wake up and find my surprises.
This has been a very big year for your family. I know these things because your Mom and Dad have been on my Christmas Eve route for many years. First they celebrated the news that you were coming, then a new house, then the big day when you were born, and now your first Christmas!
To which I say it’s about time! I used to bring your Mom and Dad really cool stuff like Cabbage Patch dolls (check the history books), trucks, smoking robots and even tents! Now they are into boring stuff like lotion and wallets. With you here to liven up the house, the elves and I are excited to bring lots of stuff that will drive your Mom and Dad crazy. (When they say “We don’t deserve this”, remind them that that’s the whole point).
Next year at this time you will probably be walking. That’s good, because your responsibility in this deal is to leave food- sausage, cheese and cookies for me and carrots for the reindeer. You got a free ride this year, but from now on your job is to leave a plate of these goodies near your family’s stockings. My job is to eat them, leaving behind crumbs as evidence- and a note. I would suggest that you save these notes for those times when you doubt that grace and undeserved gifts are not real. I’m here, every year, to tell you that they are.
I need to get going now. Our next stop is Fulshear. I’ll be back next year. Don’t forget the food!
Note: I wrote this post on the 22nd, but didn’t have time to take pictures until today. I’m glad I waited…check out that grin!!!
Grayson is 3 months old today! Wow, where have the last 13 weeks gone?! My sweet little boy is growing and changing every day and every day we see more personality and expression from him. He smiles quite a bit now, which melts my heart every time, and is becoming more vocal with his “talking”. This past week he has discovered his hands, and it’s just a matter of time before he discovers that thumb. I prefer the pacifier, which he still loves, but if he becomes a thumb sucker, so be it!
I weighed him this morning and he weighs 10 pounds, 8 ounces which puts him in about the 5th percentile for weight. At least we are now on the growth curve! He still eats 3-4 ounces of formula about every 3 hours and when people ask me if he’s sleeping through the night I have to laugh a little. Not even close! Yes, I’m hoping someday I will get more than 3 hours sleep at a stretch again.
Our routine is going to be shaken the next few weeks because of Christmas, but also because Ryan had major knee surgery yesterday. I am going to have to adjust to doing EVERYTHING because he will be totally immobile for a few days and then on crutches for weeks after that. He can’t drive either. It’s going to be interesting taking care of a baby, husband and 4 dogs! Thankfully I have lots of family who is willing to help!
We are really looking forward to this coming week- Grayson’s first Christmas!!! We will be having Ryan’s side of the family over Christmas Eve to open presents, my family over for Christmas breakfast, then celebrating with my whole family on the 27th. Merry Christmas to all!
|Another great SMILE!|
|Napping in my swing with my puppy|
I know, I know. It’s coming. We will need to baby proof the house. Put locks on the cabinets, pick up anything breakable in the reach of little hands, cover sharp corners. Yeah, yeah, yeah- EASY. The real challenge comes almost every day when we leave our 100 pound beast in the house while we leave to go somewhere.
Hank the bloodhound- rugged, manly, smart, SPOILED. Who in their right mind would keep a bloodhound in the house? Um, us. He’s our (big) baby, and likes to be inside with his family. Why don’t we leave him outside when we leave? Several reasons: he is LOUD and we don’t want grumpy neighbors, we don’t want him digging up our lawn if he gets bored, and we don’t want to risk him getting out and losing him. We would be devastated if anything happened to him.
|The best picture I could get with my phone with a crazy-bright flash|
Now, I have to be honest. This was not his first smile. Friday night, Grammie (my mom) and Rebecca babysat while I went to a fundraiser at Ryan’s school. Grayson slept the entire time I was gone, so my mom wanted some “awake” time with him. We were all sitting on the couch and my mom was talking silly to him, and he looked right into her eyes and grinned! WHAT?!? OH, COME ON! So Grayson’s first smile was not for his mamma, but his Grammie. I’m just glad it wasn’t at a stranger.
But just this morning I guess Grayson decided his mom was finally smile-worthy, and I got a few minutes of happy, happy baby. Merry Christmas to me!
Just to see you smile
I’d do anything
That you wanted me to
And all is said and done
I’d never count the cost
It’s worth all that’s lost
Just to see you smile
Grayson is a “serious baby”. He takes in his world with an inquisitive look on his face, and I can tell he takes the time to process what he sees. This seriousness and contemplative nature will hopefully serve him well in the future- maybe he’ll think twice before he copies off his neighbor’s spelling test in 3rd grade, or takes a cigarette at a party in high school, or blows his first real paycheck on a giant TV. But whatever about the future- he’s almost 3 months old and has yet to crack a smile! Sure, he smiles in his sleep or when he has gas, but he hasn’t looked into my eyes (or anyone else’s) and let go with a big, toothless grin. Sigh.
I know I shouldn’t be worried, or sad, but sometimes I am. So that’s what I want for Christmas…just a smile.
|I know, maybe he’d smile if I didn’t put him in such ridiculous hats!|
Reason 2: The Activities
I know this is in contradiction to my obsession with baby girl clothes- frills, bows, tutus, tights…but I really don’t like girly “activities”. I never took ballet as a child, and never had any desire to. I don’t like putting on makeup or doing my hair-I do it every day I like how I feel/look when I’m done, but the process is not enjoyable to me in the slightest. I love clothes, but shopping stresses me out. I was in a fashion show (with Hank and Izzy) on Friday, something that was TOTALLY out of my element. I’m glad I did it and it was actually pretty fun, but I dreaded doing it up until the moment I walked across the stage. I’m so glad I grew up and we are in a time where girls playing sports is normal and cool- growing up my comfort zone was in the dugout rather than a dance recital.
I don’t think I will make a good “girly girl” mom. Cheerleading, dance, drill team- so not my thing (sorry, greatest sister in the world Rebecca!). Basically anything that requires moms to dress and apply makeup to their daughters before the actual activity scares the $#%^ out of me! So if I have a girl someday, let’s home she’s more tomboy than ballerina!
I want Grayson to do whatever makes him happy and whatever he’s passionate about. That being said- I really hope he plays sports, at least while he’s little. I’m really looking forward to little league baseball games the most, but I think soccer and football will be fun to watch him play too. And yes, I know little kids’ sports are highly competitive and the parents can be psychotic, but I think I’m better equipped to deal with a dad screaming at an umpire than I am a mom threatening to sue the school district because her baby didn’t make cheerleader.
Another example- birthday parties. Playing laser tag with all your friends and then having pizza after- SO FUN. Having 3 pounds of makeup applied to your face and a bottle of glitter poured on your hair before you walk around the mall with your tween posse- bleh. See? Boy mom here.
Disclaimer: I don’t want anyone to think I am close-minded or have completely rigid gender role expectations for my kids. If Grayson wants to dance, cheerlead,
put glitter in his hair, or not play sports and that’s what makes him blissfully happy, I will fully support that and I will be at every competition and recital. However, THIS will not be happening at our house!