The Most Inarticulate Generation...

I love this! Even if I may or may not embody this to varying degrees...

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Mom's the Word: Rebuttal

Yes, I know that it's kind of strange to post a rebuttal to my own words. But the more I read over the last (and only) Mom's the Word, the more I realize that I shouldn't be allowed to blog past midnight. Everything I plan to say goes away at that point, and the crazy acronyms come out to play. :) That said, I'm not rescinding that post -- just adding what I really meant to say in all the craziness...

The biggest point that I left out with the whole patience thing is that it's learned. (Very important detail that got lost in the acronymity.) No amount of mothering (or fathering) instinct can make up for the very steep learning curve of parenting. For example, learning to wait for your son to finish the deed before changing his diaper. (That one took me 7 days and 6 incidents, sadly.)

Sleeping when the baby sleeps? Also learned. At least for me, it's not a natural instinct (especially with all those new motherly vibes flowing and the extra housework that comes with the baby) to think, "I have an hour while the baby is asleep. I should really catch some ZZZ's." Now way! But after a week I gave in and started enjoying sleeping when my little man slept. Luckily for me, little man has no qualms about sleeping until noon, just so long as he's snuggled in bed with Mom (that's me!). This means I also learned how to sleep with a babe in arms and wake up without a dead arm or kinked neck.  

These are the priceless lessons of life. . .

Just if you're interested...

I've started a new blog: sweetnsimplestuff.blogspot.com. Honestly, the main reason I started the blog was to post about giveaways to get myself an extra entry (which has hardly been fruitful thus far...), but then I started thinking about all the fun things I could do with another blog. I like doing stuff (and even trying new stuff), so I thought I'd post about that stuff there. I follow a bunch of crafty/kitcheny/creative-type blogs, but it kind of bugs me when these crafty/kitcheny/creative-type blogs are really family blogs that are only half crafty/kitcheny/creative because then my blog reader is full of posts about some family that I don't know and whose holiday exploits I don't really care about. So, I decided to split up my life into the two areas, family business and then the other junk that I do. If you're interested in sewing projects, recipes, books, or whatever else crosses my mind, check it out. If you'd rather just see pictures of my beautiful baby boy, stay here. And either way, have a happy day! :D

Nance Family Pictures

A few weeks ago, we had whole Nance family pictures taken by the lovely Katie. Check out the good looking family I married in to!

The lovely family...

 

Still lovely...

 

The momma and the poppa...

 

The offspring...

 

The little family (as the photographer referred to us)...

 

Yes, I do have my hand stuck in my son's mouth...

 

It was the most photogenic way to keep him quiet!

 

More of us...

 

And just one more of us...

 

The beautiful boy!

 

who doesn't even look like this anymore -- he's growing so fast!

 

The proudest beautifullest grandma in the whole world!

And please don't think I'm narcissistic -- Mark loves this one and made me promise to post it. :)

Handsomest boy!

More photos of our handsome Pudge! This is what he was blessed in last Sunday. [brag] I made the tie out of one of Mark's old ties! No credit though -- copied this. 

My boy loves his pacifier....

He's getting so tall!

And, he smiles! Melts my heart.

Mom's the Word: The first 6 weeks

Since I'm now a mom (and have been for nearly 6 weeks, I might add), I figure it's time that I grace the parenting world with my vast knowledge. Because I, as a mom, *love* getting unsolicited parenting advice because it is so seldom helpful enlightening.

In the past 6 weeks, I have discovered the key to motherhood and parenthood. And it has changed my life. In just 72 hours, my patented state-of-the-art parenting skills can be yours, too, for just 12 monthly installments of $79.95 plus $16.50 for shipping and handling.

Just kidding -- I'll share my parenting skills for free. [I do, however, accept donations via PayPal, check, or money order. Or in the form of chocolate-dipped gummy bears. Find them at Winco (now in Utah!)]

But, on to the matter at hand. The key to surviving the first 6 weeks is ... (drumroll please) ... (are you ready for this?)... patience!

That's right. You heard it here first. Parenting (the successful kind, where the children survive mostly scar- and trauma-free to adulthood) = P + A + T + I + E + N + C + E.

Allow me to illustrate.

Parasite! This description, given by my dear sister (mother of 4) to describe children under 2 months of age could not be truer.

par-a-site (per uh sit) -- noun -- an organism that lives on or in an organism of another species, known as the host, from the body of which it obtains nutriment.

You doubt? You think, "How can she say that about such an adorable specimen?" I present a single act as evidence: breastfeeding. I rest my case.

 My cute little parasite, fresh from his first bath.

 Awesome help = necessity. Let's face it. Especially if you're like me and like doing things on your own, in your own way, on your own time, having people around to "help" isn't what you dream of. But it's so nice. Thanks for all your help --

Grandma and Grandpa Waddoups,

Grandma Shelly,

Grandpa Paul,

Auntie Leslee,

Aunt Dug,

and (listed last but certainly not least!) Aunt Sarah.

Try that unsolicited advice. As unwanted and unnecessary as it may be, some of that advice is worth it. (Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every once in a while.)

Snippets I've chosen to ignore:

• Don't put shoes on your baby because it will ruin his feet. He'll never walk properly.
• Pacifiers ruin breastfeeding and cause "nipple confusion."
• Eat healthy foods. (Hey, I didn't say you had to make my same decisions.)

One snippet I will swear by until the day I die: Sleep when the baby sleeps. (As I type this at 1:12 am when my baby has been asleep for 2 hours...) This is why so often little Paul and I have started out our day like this:

(Thanks to my darling husband for this glamour shot.)

I am only one parent. I can only do what I can do, and I need to ch-ill and let daddy shine in his daddy-ness. As the mommy, I sometimes forget that daddy is so good at doing daddy things, like changing diapers (which Mark is remarkable at and does all the time, but never once have I thought to myself at that time, "Hey, Kodak moment!"),

 

snuggling a baby boy who loves to be snuggled,

giving baths,

and just being a dad who is proud of his son.

Eventually, I'll have my body back. I just have to keep telling myself that so I can believe it. :) In the meantime,

this cute little face will remind me that the extra mass is worth it. <3

Nothing lasts forever (other the families and that other, you know, eternal stuff). I often think this to myself while my dear son is purply screaming from a gas bubble. If only he knew (and I was better at remembering) that

this

can so quickly transform right back to this.

Children begin by loving their parents. (Get the rest of the quote, which completely disproves what I'm going for here and thus has been omitted.) I figure, they come to us perfect so we don't have to make them perfect -- we just have to keep from messing them up beyond repair.

Enjoy!! I love my baby boy. More "real" stuff about our "lives" soon. :)