Oh. My. Goodness.
This evening was my first experience with a true inconsolable car meltdown that I had no control over.
Little love and I decided to go meet Daddy after he got off work for some dinner. As soon as I turned on the car, the low fuel light beeps annoyingly. Really? Okay, easy fix...maybe not what I had planned, but an easy fix nonetheless. We pulled up to the pump at Sheetz and I got it going. Naturally, I didn't want to leave him alone in the car, so I opened his door and began playing little peek-a-boo games and such. He was a giggle machine, completely happy. I'm not sure if this confused him...having me play with him while he was buckled in, since usually I'm not visible in the car, but OH MY.
After the gas was pumped, I gave him a kiss and closed his door. By the time I was halfway out of the parking lot, he had started the crying. I figured he was just getting adjusted, so I just turned on his favorite classical music and pulled into traffic.
This child scream-cried the ENTIRE.....WAY....THERE. We're talking 20minutes straight. The way traffic patterns were, there was no way I could stop and pull over to console him, so I had to do what I could. Which clearly wasn't cutting it...ha! As my poor little guy is screaming his head off, I am pulling out every little song he loves. I'm not totally horrible at singing, but it's surely not my forte. Here I am, driving down the road with screaming baby, singing my little heart out. Five Little Ducks...nope. That didn't work. Twinkle Twinkle? Oh heck no. Jesus Loves Me? Well, yes, He does...but...no. No no no. I'm pretty sure I created words to songs that definitely don't exist.
We finally pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, my head pounding. I was sure at this point that there was something pinching him, he had a tooth breaking the skin at that very moment...SOMETHING huge had to be going on back there. I got out of the car, quickly rushed to open the door, and through red-faced teary eyes, sweet boy lets out a shriek of delight a big smile.
Wow. I have never appreciated little snuggles quite like the ones that followed getting him out of his seat.
We mean so much to these little lovebugs! The simple sight of our face as parents can literally stop them in their tracks and turn a sob into a smile. What a blessing!
Now, off to take an Aleve...because whew, that crying did a number on my head!
Friday, December 11, 2015
Friday, December 4, 2015
10 Things I Didn't Say or Ask Before Becoming a Mom
1. How did this snack puff get in my ponytail?
2. We do NOT eat napkins!
3. Thank you for that spit up on my shoulder, it is exactly what I was looking for to complete this outfit.
4. How did you get stuck under the rungs of that chair?
5. How did this snack puff get into your diaper?
6. Can I pleeeease go grocery shopping alone?
7. I would love it if you would stop rubbing your green beans all over your face and arms.
8. Please stop eating leaves.
9. The remote control is not a teething toy!
10. What the heck was I doing with my life before you got here? <3
2. We do NOT eat napkins!
3. Thank you for that spit up on my shoulder, it is exactly what I was looking for to complete this outfit.
4. How did you get stuck under the rungs of that chair?
5. How did this snack puff get into your diaper?
6. Can I pleeeease go grocery shopping alone?
7. I would love it if you would stop rubbing your green beans all over your face and arms.
8. Please stop eating leaves.
9. The remote control is not a teething toy!
10. What the heck was I doing with my life before you got here? <3
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Don't Let Me Forget
This morning, as my little one was drifting off to sleep for a nap, he abruptly opened his eyes, reached desperately for my hand, and as soon as we connected fingers his eyes closed and he breathed a little sigh of relief.
Melt.my.heart.
I get that creating independent little sleepers is "the goal" according to many parenting books and blogs I've seen. I totally agree that in an ideal world, this little guy would lay down awake and just drift off to dreamland with no help. In fact, I even know several babies who do so regularly, and I honestly think it's wonderful.
Want to know what else is wonderful? Feeling little fingers grip yours. The look of relief and relaxation when your sweet baby feels that little bit of comfort they needed to push them over the edge from "drowsy" to "zonked."
These moments are fleeting. He's almost 8 months already. There are days when I dream of him being a little more independent, and then I realize how quickly he's growing and changing. I just want to press pause for a moment. Take in those tiny fingers wrapped around my thumb. Remember how it felt the first time he laid his precious little head on my shoulder.
We'll keep working on nodding off on his own (gently, and at his pace), but in the meantime, I simply pray that God never lets me forget how these sweet moments awaken my soul.
Melt.my.heart.
I get that creating independent little sleepers is "the goal" according to many parenting books and blogs I've seen. I totally agree that in an ideal world, this little guy would lay down awake and just drift off to dreamland with no help. In fact, I even know several babies who do so regularly, and I honestly think it's wonderful.
Want to know what else is wonderful? Feeling little fingers grip yours. The look of relief and relaxation when your sweet baby feels that little bit of comfort they needed to push them over the edge from "drowsy" to "zonked."
These moments are fleeting. He's almost 8 months already. There are days when I dream of him being a little more independent, and then I realize how quickly he's growing and changing. I just want to press pause for a moment. Take in those tiny fingers wrapped around my thumb. Remember how it felt the first time he laid his precious little head on my shoulder.
We'll keep working on nodding off on his own (gently, and at his pace), but in the meantime, I simply pray that God never lets me forget how these sweet moments awaken my soul.
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