Monday, April 27, 2015

9 months- where did my baby go?

Yesterday Berks turned 9 months.  She is not crawling yet, but that doesn't stop her from getting where she wants to go. She rolls all over the place and pulls down books and puzzles, rolls to the vents and kicks them to make noise, and rolls all over the hardwood floor (thanks for sweeping) and tries to bite the cupboard corners (silly baby).  She claps like crazy, says dada, loves eggs, Greek yogurt, and cinnamon swirl toast. She loves to be outside and attempts to detest nap time. She has started waking up every 3 hours to eat at night.  I know she doesn't need to eat, I believe it is a comfort thing, but I nurse her anyway because I am tired and I would rather her be up for 10 minutes calm than screaming for 30.  She loves to pull her bows off her helmet so I have to distract her while I stick them on (jingling my keys usually does the trick).  She is happy, goofy, and a bit of a spitfire. She is the best thing I have ever known.





Friday, April 24, 2015

Helmet update

We have had the helmet for 2 weeks now.  We slowly increased the number of hours she wore it the first week; and the second week she has been in it 23 hours a day. She has done so well with it. She smiles and giggles at it when it is off, and grimaces when it is put on.  She likes to head butt things with it.  It is pretty funny until she does it to your face. Most people stop to talk about how cute she is.  We have only had one person ask why we would put that silly hat on her. I explained what it was and she said " a flat head, that is weird" and then walked away. I do not feel weird or nervous out in public like I thought I would. I don't notice people staring because I guess I just don't care (which I thought I would).  When she has it off I kiss her head like crazy.  I'm so glad that she has adjusted so well to it.

Trying to get a picture uploaded but it is not working.  Hopefully I will get some up soon.




Friday, April 10, 2015

It's helmet time

Today is the day. In 2 hours Berklee will be sporting a pink plastic helmet. Matt and I went back and forth trying to decide which design to pick. We finally decided on just a plain pink one and we will jazz it up with bows attached to Velcro.

Any helmet buddies out there have any words of wisdom? Do the kiddos really adjust as quickly as I am told? Is it really pain free? 



Getting in as much headband use as we can. 


Getting measurements done with the scanner. Technology is awesome. Grandma said she looked like a tellatubby :)

We are ready.  Time to shape up :)

Friday, April 3, 2015

Hubby- I swear you are not forgotten

Dear husband of mine,

I love you more than words, really, I do. I promise you once I'm not so tired, I won't bark at you for petty things like: dinner with no bib, Jammie shirt on backwards, lotion not being completely rubbed in, her dinner bowl still sitting on her high chair...your dinner bowl sitting on the counter. So when I voice, probably not such sweet words, just know that hiding under all the nastiness is the unspoken "thank you for feeding her, bathing her, and dressing her."  I know you are also tired.

I love you more than I show. We give a quick goodbye peck, welcome home peck, and a goodnight peck. All expected. I promise I am still sexy and spontaneous somewhere under my unmade face, messy hair, and crusty baby food stuck clothes. When we lay down at night and I tangle my feet in yours please know that you are still desired.

I think I am getting the hang of mommy hood (for the most part) but I am not doing a good job at being a wife. I promise I have not forgotten about you.  I could not do all of this without you, I would not be who I am without you. I promise that I still want to BE with you. I love our quick kisses and I often think about longer, more intense kisses, but somehow I forget to go through with it.  I still share my body with our daughter, and maybe that makes me a little hesitant towards you.

You are the best daddy to our little girl. You love her so much and that makes me love you more. You may do things differently than I do, but you are an active, involved father. So THANK YOU.  I will make a better effort at telling and showing you I LOVE YOU.