Wyatt: 9 Months Old

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Wyatt turned nine months last week! Nine months!! This month has been jam packed with fun, change, and major changes for Wyatt. 

I feel like he’s closer to a little boy than a baby now. He’s so attentive to everything around him and loves exploring. My little baby is growing up. He is keeping us on our toes, but we are loving it. He’s so full of joy and this happy positive energy. It’s hard to be sad around him. 

We are so lucky to have such a happy and content baby. Really, the only time he cries is when he’s tired and when he won’t go to bed at night or in the car. (He cried the entire 2 hours home from DC yesterday, fun times)

I started my new job on May 1 and now work from home. It’s challenging but also perfect for me. The other week I was at the pool, breastfeeding Wyatt, while responding to work emails on my phone. What other job could I do that at?

It’s been a fun month for us. He’s so much fun!

Weight: 20 pounds and 6 ounces

Length: 28 inches. 

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Hair: light brown, although sometimes I swear it look blonde and then other days it’s almost red.

Eyes: Blue

Nicknames: Wy, Wy-Wy, Mr. Man, Bink, 

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Likes: Doors (opening and closing them) air conditioning vents, photographs of people, books, music, dancing, crawling, exploring, eating, shaking things, balls, Mickey Mouse, dogs. 

Dislikes: Sleeping in his crib. Getting dressed. Riding in the car for extended amounts of time. 

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Clothing and Diapers: 6-12 months clothing, size three diapers. 

Sleep: He takes three naps a day, the longest one in the afternoon. Sleep at night is touch and go. We are desperately trying to transition him into his crib and are suffering with the crying it out method. 

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Feeding: Breastfed every three hours and eats three solids a day plus some puffs as snacks (but Maggie usually gets most of those!) He likes everything. But I think his favorites are butternut squash and blueberries.

Milestones: Army crawling everywhere. Standing up assisted. Recognizing music. Turning pages in books by himself. Kissing. Banging two objects together. Squeeling and becoming much more vocal. 

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Favorite Things: Photographs (he loves crawling around the house and looking up at all the photos everywhere and studying them) Board books, Mickey Mouse, Hot Dog song, singing, listening to music,  balls, balloons, dogs, wagon rides, being outside. 

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What I want to remember:

How happy he is when I first see him in the morning. 

How he smushes he face up against mine (it’s his way of kissing)

 

How proud he looks when he makes his way to a door and then shows me how he can open and close it.

The way he goes over to his bookshelf and pulls out all his books until he finds his favorite “Baby Faces Peekaboo”

The shrieking noise he makes when he wants us to laugh at him.

When he crawls over and grabs my ankles when I’m drying my hair or doing my make up. 

Mother’s Day was very special. He was the perfect little gentleman at lunch and dinner. 

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Memorial Day weekend was a blast – traveled to Philly visiting family and my best friend. It was our first night away with him. He slept terribly and didn’t do well in the car, but otherwise it was fun…

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On My First Mother’s Day

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I feel like I should have something poetic or even profound to say on my first Mother’s Day. But in honesty, I am overburdened with too many words, too many thoughts, too many emotions to thread them together in a coherent message. The best way I seem to express myself these days are through soft tears that water up my eyes when I take a time out to think about the past 8 months of my life. 

Perhaps that is motherhood’s way of keeping you sane. You are so busy with all of the changes – the diaper changes, the laundry changes, the dishwasher changes, the growing baby that changes daily that you don’t have enough time to reflect on how you have changed. 

The daily life as a mother is so heavy. I’m constantly balancing life as a mother, as a wife, as a daughter, as a friend, as an employee, and as a woman. Every day I feel overwhelmed. There have been many times where I’ve questioned my ability to be a good mother, many times when I just wanted to give up and stay in bed all day or take the longest shower of my life while the baby screamed in the other room. 

But I did what mothers have been doing for centuries. I took a big breath and kept on going.

Kept waking up every three hours. Changed a diaper 5 minutes after I just changed the last. I sacrificed showers and dinners with friends and time with my husband to care for a baby who seemed to do nothing but eat, cry, and poop. 

You just keep moving. 

The magic of motherhood sneaks up to you in those mundane moments. It happens during that 4 a.m. feeding when you can’t keep your eyes open and you think you will never sleep again, but then the baby smiles at you for the very first time.

It happens when you’re changing your 10th diaper for the day but then the baby rolls over and giggles at you.

It happens when you’re glued to the couch pumping more milk for when you will be apart while working and the baby starts to crawl and looks up at you with so much pride and excitment.

It happens when you are lying awake in bed full of anxiety but then get a whiff of the little newborn, heavy in sleep, lying on your chest and just feel so alive.

Motherhood is not for the faint of heart. But, love is all around, even in the middle of the night when you feel nothing but alone.

Just keep moving, the love will surprise you when you least expect it, coming at you full force, fueling up your heart for another day, surprising you and changing you in the most profound way.  

 

Letter To My Soon to be Born Son

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Dear Son,

I’ve dreamt about you my entire life. Ever since I was a little girl cradling her dolls, I imagined what it would be like to care for another human, to be their role model, to be connected to them for the rest of their lives, and to be their greatest source of love.

You’ve been growing inside of me for the past 36 weeks. I’ve traced your growth from when you were nothing more than a few cells. We’ve been on quite the journey together and no one can replace that. We’ve shared resources, not to mention a body. It’s pretty magical stuff, little one, but not quite so magical as when you make your debut in a couple of weeks.

Your father and I cannot wait to meet you. In the recent months you have always been the forefront of our conversations. What will you look like? Who will you take after? Will you be an expert piano player or a soccer star or neither? What will you bring into the world with you? How will you change our hearts? In the end, we know none of these questions really matter. You, just they way you are, have always been my future. 

As your mother, it’s going to seem like I’m always telling you what to do or that I’m always forcing advice on you. Please know that it always comes from a place of love. Life can be hard, but it’s always easier when you have someone by your side. I can’t promise I’ll be perfect. But I do promise I’ll do the best I can and that I will never stop loving you.

So here are my first words of advice for you:

You’re about to enter the outside world. I know it will be scary, bright, and full of new things. There will be so many things to discover:

You will discover that you have hands. Over time these will help you learn to feel and examine the world around you. I hope that they allow you to grasp onto the things you love and bring them closer to you but I also you learn to use your hands to give gifts to others. 

You will discover that you have feet. These will be fun to kick and shake and pull towards your mouth for a good nibble. But I hope that one day these feet will let you explore our world. Let them take you to new places and new people. They will allow you to run forward as your heart pounds and the world whirls around you. I hope that you will use your judgement to run towards the right choices and away from the wrong choices.

But please don’t try to run too fast before you are ready. Do not grow up too fast. The world is a heavy place and my role, as your mother, is to carry that weight for you. Play, explore, laugh, and be a little boy for as long as you can. Innocence can never be replaced, so I intend to protect yours dearly.

You will discover your voice. I hope you use it to its full advantage. Words have power, my son, and I hope you will use them wisely. Use them to spread love, hope, and courage. Use your voice to say no when it matters and to say yes when the time is right. Listen to your voice. It may seem quiet, but that little timid voice is your heart speaking to you. Inside it are your fears and passions. Everytime you listen to it, it will get stronger. 

You will discover your thoughts. Your little brain has been developing at a rapid pace. Soon you will discover all the amazing things it can accomplish. Believe it or not, it will continue to grow for the remainder of your life. Nourish it. Never stop learning. Use your mind to push boundaries, question the normal, and to follow your heart. 

You will discover your eyes. These will allow you to witness all the beauty of our world. Always take time to pause and notice the tiny miracles that exist all around you. It’s a gift to truly appreciate the natural beauty of our world –  away from screens, technology, and crowds. 

I hope that you will use these new discoveries to always be kind. Even when it’s the uncool thing to do. Kindness will take you far in life. What goes around comes around, and being kind to others will bring you a happiness that cannot be bought or won. Never forget that kindness begets kindness, so with every little smile or act of kindness you put out in the world, you are encouraging others to follow in your footsteps. You will learn a lot of skills throughout your young life, but I think compassion will be one of the more important ones. Don’t belittle its potential. 

Your father and I have limitless love for you and support you and your choices. However that doesn’t mean that we won’t disagree with you from time to time. (No motorcycles!) I’m sure there will be days where I’ll be your least favorite person on earth. Don’t push us away. Love runs deeper than disagreements. We will always be there for you, even when it seems you are all alone. You are being born into a large circle of people that love you dearly. That is a great gift. 

Your father and I will love you unconditionally. And no matter what separates us, we will always live in your heart.

We will be there when you discover your first reason to laugh and when you are so sick that the night seems to never end. We will be cheering you on when you take your first steps and read your first book and we will clean up your scrapes and cuts and help when the words are just too tough.  We will hold your hand as you start school and will wipe away your tears caused by bullies or fractions. We will stand by as you graduate and move out on your own to explore the world. We will encourage you to keep trying when your heart gets broken and smile from the sidelines when you meet the love of your life. And we will proudly be part of your life when you start a family of your own. We are yours for life. Through the good and the bad. 

And yes, life will sometimes be tough. No, I take that back. I do not want to lie to you. There are many times when life will get tough. But don’t give up. You are a strong. Keep pushing, keep moving, every day is a new day. 

That is my final hope for you. Live a full life. A life full of adventure, learning, passion, compassion, and not least of all, love. Your first breath will set into motion a brand new life that is different from anything else on this planet. 

We can’t wait to explore this life with you, son. Only a few more weeks until we can meet you. The world is waiting for you. 

Love, Mommy

A stay-at-home Mom responds to those who say her Ivy League education was wasted

Highly recommend this article: http://verilymag.com/feature/o-alma-mater/

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Education is never wasted – why is the the value of education measured in your income or position on the corporate ladder?

“My point is, when a highly educated woman is home with her children day in and day out, she weaves the riches of her education into their lives in continuous, subtle, living ways. This is a priceless preparation for a lifetime of learning. This gift is the transmission of culture.

Having received the wonderful gift of an elite education, I didn’t leave it behind. I carry it with me in who I am today. It enriches my life in ways that no salary can measure. It is worthwhile in a way no measure of productivity is needed to justify. Passing on this education to my daughter, a human being whose worth I know intimately, I see even more clearly that broadening a girl’s mind, filling it with beauty, is never, to quote Goff, “a wasted opportunity.”

Amen!