I know that this isn’t a Mama Monday considering I’m not Kayleigh, thus this must be Daddy Monday! No, Kayleigh just had a busy day and didn’t get a chance to write her post, and considering I was bad about my post on Saturday, I figure I’ll just post today.
Happy Mother’s Day (again) to this amazing mama!
Our Mother’s Day started out pretty much like any other day—we were trying to get some sleep this morning so that we didn’t die and Emmy woke right up, just on time to start the fun! Typically, Kayleigh is faster than me to hop out of bed most days and get to Emmy and begin getting her on her potty and her teeth brushed and such, but today, it was my turn. Don’t get me wrong, letting Kayleigh sleep in a bit was part of the plan, but I also think that she basically put her foot down in bed and let it be known that I’d be the one going. Seems fair.
This post is your basic, every parents post about their kids because I think about this a lot. So here we go.
Every parent thinks that their kid is “the shit” or the cutest or the smartest, but what happens when your kid truly is totally beautiful or actually the most awesome or is the smartest of all the babies that you know? Is it wrong to believe that about your own kid because you’re totally biased? Do you tell that kid that they’re the smartest or the prettiest and build up some weird expectation for them where it messes with their entire lives and self-esteem someday? What do you/we do with those kids?
I wonder this only because of my own (more than likely biased) views of Emerson. I truly do think she’s the cutest, most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen, as does Kayleigh, but is she really? Are we seeing her as more adorable than she is because we’re her parents? I’m sure because every parent thinks their baby is the cutest.
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A typical morning is happening over at our place.
Emerson is running around, stealing the remote controls, changing all the settings on the TV. Shes over at the record player, turning the dials and blasting music to only be disappointed by the music being too loud (she understands turning the dial up but hasn’t completely grasped that the dial can also turn the music down).
She smacking the dog in the nose while Josh and I try to explain to her that she should be nice to him and give him a good-morning kiss, instead.
She’s chasing Tuffy around trying to grab onto his tail mysteriously whipping back and forth.
Josh is trying to get out the door while I try to decide what to make Emerson for breakfast this morning – my first challenge of every day.
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It’s crazy to think that Emerson is a year-and-five-months old in fifteen days. How is it already Easter? Time is flying, time is moving and spinning out of control, time goes faster when you’re an adult, and even faster when you have a baby. Ugh.
I remember last year’s Easter like it was yesterday, which it wasn’t, it was a year ago. Anyways, I remember getting Emmy in her little bunny ears, giving her a bundle of fake carrots, and taking pictures of her for the holiday that were really cute. I remember being kind of sad that we couldn’t do an Easter basket or an egg hunt or anything for her because she was still too young and blob-like to even be able to understand. I just remember thinking about how crazy it would be once she was big and old enough to do real Easter things.
Today is just under a year since last Easter, and let me tell you, so much has changed. Emmy is like a totally different baby now and I’m so excited! Today she will get—and love getting—her first real Easter basket. She will find eggs with stickers hidden inside (we don’t give her any candy and she loves stickers so…) and she will hopefully have a lot of fun doing so. I just can’t wait to see her have fun and see the joy in her eyes when she gets to do the fun stuff. Watching her grow up is so cool.
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Eyyyyy, so visiting season is starting back up! We just had some visitors—some visitors that I feel weird calling visitors because they’re my family and they shouldn’t have to be considered something that seems to imply outsiders… I just want them to be, like, normies… I guess.
So let’s begin…
My mother and brother came out this past weekend and it was all kinds of nice; just being able to see them after spending months apart again was great. It’s especially important to keep trying to get together now that Emmy is growing up and changing so fast, so we’re trying to stay on top of things and we’re doing our best to give everybody their time with her while she’s still a tiny.
Anyways, they came and we had fun. They first got here on Friday and they came and stopped by our place when they got into town—after they dropped off their bags and post-Emmy’s nap, of course. I worked in the morning and then got to be home to greet them in the afternoon and that was great.
We spent a nice weekend having little adventures, like going to the Shark Reef at the Mandalay Bay and venturing out for food every two seconds—but hey, c’est la vie, no? It was extremely nice to have them here and I miss both of them like crazy already. I’m just glad that they got any time to come out and see little Ms. Emmy, who is growing each and every day.
We’ve got visitors, visitors, and visitings? all summer long it seems, and we’re not complaining. We spent two lonely years in the PNW with hardly any visitors, so it’s kind of nice to have people around, especially for Emmy’s—and every person who doesn’t get to be around my awesome baby every day’s—sake.
I’m just sayin’… summer’s coming, everyone! I’m afraid of the devilish temperatures that are about to be upon us here in Vegas, but I feel as though we’re right where we need to be.
Happy Hump Day.
The initial sound of blood-curdling screams you can’t actually process. Once the second breath is taken, you realize something isn’t quite right.
Usually, dinner is a pretty uneventful but enjoyable time. Emerson bloves to eat and dinner is her favorite time. I love to give her food because homemade food equals love. 99/100 times I usually sit next to Emerson and feed her her dinner, replenishing her plate at her every little sign of “more”. Tonight, Josh sat down next to the little babe and started things before dinner was fully ready because Emerson was extra hungry and eager to get this show on the road.
That’s cool. Dad’s need time to bond with their babies, too. And moms can always use a break where they don’t have to pay attention to anything but the food on their plate.
We (Emmy and I – I later find out that Josh hadn’t eaten a single bite because he didn’t have a fork) start eating and talking with my parents about who knows what now, when all of a sudden it happens. It really didn’t register for a second since I wasn’t right there like I always am.
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Today I’m going to talk to you about what it’s like to take a baby on a road trip/car trip/any kind of trip and things that you should remember.
First – you’re going to need yourself and your baby. If you’ve got that, you’re already partially there! Look at you go!
Second – you’ll need some toys. Babies love toys; I don’t care who you are or who your baby is—I bet they love playing with toys! Kids need distractions when you’re on the road, so if you give them something to occupy their hands and mouths with, it can be a big help. It doesn’t take much, really… Emerson would most definitely be fine with something as simple as a water bottle for an extended period of time. The point is, just bring some damn toys, and a variation of them so that your kid doesn’t get bored too fast. Pack the whole darn toy chest if you need to, okay?