I swear I haven’t forgotten about the blog…
I know, I suck, and I have no real excuses except for a weekend long, Friday through Monday, Bachelorette party (that’s what Vegas is for, right?!), but otherwise it’s purely my memory’s fault here.
Anyway, I’ve been wanting to post about this for months now, so here it is…
Joshua and I have been together for six years. Count ’em. Six… We’ve had twelve birthdays between us, six Christmases, six New Years, six summers, six winters, and six anniversaries.
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This past weekend, Saturday, was the first day Joshua and I have both been away from Emerson at the same time for more than a couple of hours.
We spent the bulk of the day alone, together, for the first time since Emmy graced us with her presence in November of 2016.
Joshua and I went on a six-hour hike in the middle of a canyon, down by the Hoover Dam.
It’s supposedly a hike just for locals – the hidden gem of Las Vegas. Now I’m not so sure how true this is, but for the sake of respect, I’ll keep the location disclosed.
We started out leaving the house at 9am, which in our world is 10am. That’s pretty on time for us. We left Emerson with Meme and Steve prepared for the day with lots of fun to be had at the park and playing games with two of her favorite people.
This being the first time we’ve spent the entire day away, I was feeling the heartache almost instantly – but thankfully I know my mama’s a pretty trustworthy woman so the ache subsided throughout the day.
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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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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.
Want to hear about one of the coolest things in the world? Okay, I’m probably exaggerating just a bit, but it is pretty darn cool, and for a parent, it’s a been a pretty big lifesaver. What I’m talking about is sleep-training, and while it wasn’t easy, now that we’ve done it, it’s pretty great.
So, for a long time, we had issues getting Emmy to sleep—like, it was a big pain in the butt and we knew that something had to change. We would spend anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half trying to get the girl to go down without having a bit of a freakout and we didn’t really know what we were going to do.
Early on, I got into the habit of patting her back to get her to relax and sleep and once that habit was established, it was all but impossible to get her to go down unless she was being touched. It became a big nuisance having to carry her around for forever every night, patting and patting her back, then laying her down and continuing to pat until she was out. Then we would have to creep out of her room, and if she woke up at all, go back and pat her until she was safely asleep yet again. This became the nightly thing and it would take extended periods of time and it started to wear on us, beeeeeg time.
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?
I’ve always been the type of person who doesn’t believe in words. Actions are all that matter in my book — and because of this, I have never been able to write down how I feel about Emerson. I’ve never been able to find the right words that measure up or feel like they mean a thing.
I never wrote in her baby book on the page that says “a letter to you before we met you”. I also never wrote one after you arrived, even though I promised myself I would. Trust me, I tried many times. But still, nothing quite makes sense or translates correctly to paper. One cannot describe how a mama feels for her tiny babe.
Instead, I promise you I will always show you.
Instead, I’ve come up with this.
I promise to:
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