Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Happy Birthday Chris...

 It feels like Chris and I have been together for 20 years.  I mean that in the best way possible.  I don't know life without him and honestly that's my favorite thing about my life.  Every year I've done a birthday post for my boy.  This one is coming late, but I thought I'd share a picture from every birthday of his we've spent together, as our memories together are my favorite memories of my life.  


His 2011 birthday post was overshadowed by our engagement, but I remember that evening so well.  As we went after dinner to look for him an apartment that would later be "our" first place.


I realize my title just made like the three people that still read this blog, stop reading.  I usually write about Caldwell's milestones and such in my journal.  I've become more of a journal writer again.  That being said, I think nursing has been one of the strangest, most amazing things I've done as a mom.  It's also the thing I've googled the most about. 

When I started nursing it was awful.  I hear it is for everyone.  I remember the second day I called the lactation people and told them I needed help.  The sweet lady on the phone told me to give it 48 hours and then call back if I still needed help.  I mean I needed serious HELP people.  I used a shield the first three weeks, until one day Chris was like, "just grab it like a whooper" (for the record I've never even eaten a whooper) He spent one sitting with me and bam, my very own lactation consultant.  I'd tell him to change career path, but I mean seriously who wants their husband doing THAT.

On that note, it's with a heavy heart I have to go on a business trip for the entire week next week.  I am having a full fledged panic attack about this.  I've known about this trip, along with one more I have to take at  the end of September (Chris and Caldwell are coming to at least a portion of that one) for awhile.  Before I agreed to any of this working mom stuff I knew these two trips were part of the deal, no way around it.  It may sound strange I'm worried about a week away when I use to travel constantly.  It's just so different now.  

Therefore, with the business trip lingering in the four day future, this is it.  Caldwell is no longer going to be nursing.  I have gotten down to where I am only nursing him once a day.  Usually in the middle of night; he is waking up like six times with this teething gig. When I run out of bottles and energy I give up and nurse.  Here's the thing, now that I've stopped or slowed down so much it's making me so sick.  Did anyone else get sick?  This morning I had to lay on the bed and eat a banana to stop from puking.  Last night I had serious labor pains.  I've googled it and read that it's normal but no one (sisterville, who is basically the only person I talk to outside of work) has had anything similar.  My plan is next week to just go cold turkey, while I wallow in self pity in St. Louis.  Wish me luck!
 I mean the whole growth thing is just amazing, look at how big he's gotten.  P.S. when Caldwell was born I thought he was the most beautiful baby in the whole wide world.  I mean I still believe he is/was, but seriously that one month picture - good grief what a funny looking little guy. 

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Here we are....

When I looked at the date today I paused for a complete three and a half seconds.  I can hardly believe summer is basically over.  Sisterville has already bought her back to school supplies and teaching away.  This summer has been so quick, so focused that there hasn't been much to write about. This past weekend for Chris's birthday we took a weekend trip to Park City, Snowbird Resort to celebrate.  We literally didn't go on any other vacations this summer.  We had anticipated this lack of excitement this summer and decided to deem this our "working summer"  since Chris started his new job and I'm still training to become a partner. 

Here is a quick photo dump of our life, along with some one liners.  Caldwell brings so much happiness into our home.  This last month or two he's basically stopped sleeping again and developed this little personality.  He throws fits when I walk out of a room and gets the biggest grin when I arrive back.  It's quite the miracle, motherhood that is, I mean who could ever anticipate being loved like that.  I find myself feeling the same way when I walk into a room and see him.  A mother's bond with her son is something, isn't it! 
I forgot a coat, long pants, etc.  Basically anything to keep warm.  Who would think the mountains would be chilly in August.  Duh!  Total mom fail. 
 These two are peas in a pod.  Caldwell got his dad's ability to laugh hysterically at anything.   Also since Cald was born Chris has been growling and rough housing with Cald.  Now Cald likes to growl if any sort of fun thing is happening.  
 Taking pics of Chris on his birthday is my favorite.  Inside the box was a hat in which he didn't like and didn't fit.  Wife fail. 
 When we lived in Heber I spent a lot of time exploring and hiking by myself.  Something I've really missed.  We also haven't went camping this summer and it's a total shame. 
 We rode this tram to the top of the mountain.  On top of that mountain we made an absolute total commitment to learn how to ski.  I can't imagine what this place looks like in the winter, covered in snow. 
A little marital bliss on top of the mountain.  We got to witness the kissing of the bride and all - to each his own. 
A view of our hotel on the way down.  We enjoyed the stay.  However, everywhere we ate had horrible service and not very good food.  Next time we'll seek out better dining. 
 Caldwell and hotel sleeping was something in itself.  I loved the way the light came through the window while Chris was still asleep.  Couldn't help but catch this kid in his element.  I hope I never forget this moment.  I think I tell myself that way too much. 
 We left the resort early to catch this lady before she went back to St. Johns.  A moment in time for my own son to meet  the finest lady out there.  I've always enjoyed our time together and hope to get to St. Johns soon for Caldwell to experience that in all it's glory. 
In my attempt to finish this post. I've only stopped six times, made a bottle, pulled three pieces of paper out of Cald's mouth, changed one bad diaper and lifted his bouncy chair off him twice.  Mommy blogging is for the birds.  Over and out! 

P.S. No time to fix any errors or sentences that don't make sense, I'm hitting publish with no time to look back.