The One Where I Feel Special and Loved

Tuesday was my 6-year anniversary. Zach and I have been together for six years. Sure, we aren’t married, but that’s quite an accomplishment (if I do say so myself). We have grown together immensely, and we have achieved the best thing two people can ever achieve: creating a beautiful, smart, wonderfully kind, hilarious and sensitive child, while remaining as madly in love with each other as ever.

After running some errands to pick up what I needed to make these amazing cupcakes, I came home to a vase filled with beautiful red roses.

Not only did I not remember that it was our anniversary, I couldn’t even figure out what the flowers were for (or who from) until I read the sweet note that came with them. The only thing I remembered about the date was that Alex turned 14 months old! Talk about being consumed by being a parent.

Zach is truly amazing. It may be cheesy, but he is my rock. He makes me laugh, keeps me from crying, takes care of me when I need it, and lets me take care of him when he needs it. His love for Alex is evident in everything he does, and his smile makes my day every day. Six years together and I can honestly say it has been the best six years of my life.

And the special feelings continue, as I received my first two blog awards! I feel so loved. Seriously!

First, last week I had this kind award given to me by the kind hearted, amazing Pittsburgh Mommy Blogger From here to There and Everywhere! She is a wonderful woman and mother, which is evident by reading her blog and the connections we have made via e-mail. I really hope to have the opportunity to meet her one of these days:

The wonderfully sarcastic, hilarious, kind-hearted, amazingly honest, beautiful young mother Can’t Hardly Wait has bestowed this lovely award upon me:

Seriously, talk about the love!

I’d love to pass on these awards (yes, both! Is that cheating?) to the following amazing bloggers:

Burgh Baby. Because when I need a laugh and a dose of adorable toddler tales, I know I can turn to her blog. She is a wonderful woman, a caring mother, and an excellent writer.

jayesel. Because she is one of the kindest people I have ever met, and I enjoy reading about her life, her husband and her adorable daughter.

Red Pen Mama. Not only do we share very similar views on many topics of life, she is amazingly fun (and funny), has two adorable children and is an excellent writer.

Jennifer. Because she is immensely caring, absolutely hilarious, and a fantastic writer. What more do you need in a blog?

Laski Gal. I am in love with her style of writing. She shares fascinating stories of her life, both past and present, and has a son right around Alex’s age that is just oh. so. cute.

My Crazy Life With A Toddler. Because she’s fun, sweet, has an adorable daughter, and has become one of my favorite blogs over the last few months.

The Burgh Blog. Have you read Pitt Girl, yet? If you haven’t, go now. She is hilarious. You don’t even have to be from Pittsburgh to get a kick out of her writing. Hilarity is unavoidable.

Also? I’m on Top Momma, at least momentarily. So Click! and Click! and Click!

Why Babies Should Always Be Held

Zach, Alex, and I went to our friends’ house to watch the Steelers game yesterday. We ate cheese and crackers, chips and queso, had some delicious grapes, enjoyed watching the game in HD while attempting to convince Alex not to touch things that he shouldn’t touch. Alex was well behaved, only stepping on a few crackers and successfully spitting out semi-chewed cheese once in a while.

At one point, Alex stepped behind the chair that had his portable high-chair strapped on it. At first, I thought he was playing peek-a-boo. His grunting led me to believe otherwise. After he finished the job, he reached his arms up and tried to do a pull up on the chair. His attempt made the chair tumble backwards, knocking him over. He was like the Wicked Witch of the East, with only his little feet sticking out under the chair.

We rushed over, and I pulled the chair off of him. He started crying instantly, and flailing his arms and legs. I picked him up, and Zach and I examined every little part of his body to make sure he was okay. I poked every single square inch of his body, rubbed his entire head over and over again, and mostly was just whispering to him trying to calm him down.

So horrifying.

He seemed to be recovered; he was walking around fine, eating more grapes, enjoying all of the attention. Our wings arrived, so we put him back in the highchair and gave him some blocks to play with.

Then he threw up. All over the high chair and on his cute Steelers hooded sweatshirt.

Worry overcame us, so I called the pediatrician and spoke with a nurse on call. She asked a million and one questions and told me that he was probably fine but that I should wake him up throughout the night to “test” him. So, poor Alex had to be woken up from his deep sleeps, taken into the light, and made to play and walk around in the middle of the night. He was not amused.

He seems fine. There is a nice bruise above his left eye, but otherwise he is looking and acting normal. So normal, in fact, that he is successfully trying my patience as he refuses to sleep today.

Alex having fun in his car seat

It’s About To Get Worse, Isn’t It?

Remember this? You know, the one where I complained about strangers touching Alex? That issue has not stopped. I have learned to very obviously ignore whoever is touching my son, and will generally even move away from them. I have not (yet) said anything rude, although I have certainly wanted to. A few times I have lied, saying that he has a cold or pink eye. That seems to be the only thing that actually influences people to stop touching him.

I thought it was getting better, because I have gone out with him a few times recently and no one has done anything more than wave, smile, and maybe attempt small talk with him. (Yes, small talk with Alex. Not me.) That’s fine. I smile at babies when I see them, and if they are smiling back I may wave or say, “Hi!” to them. No problem there.

Today, I realized that it’s about to get worse.

Now that the weather is getting cold here, Alex is in dire need of sweaters. He only had three, so, naturally, I needed to fix that. Alex and I went to a nice children’s consignment store near our house, exchanging some of his smaller stuff for newer, warmer, clothing. While I attempted to fit through the very narrow aisles with Alex strapped to my back, a woman said “Hi!” to him and he. said. “hi.” back.

Distinctly. There was no mistaking it. He said “hi!”

After we checked out, we headed to Target for some Milk. (And a sweater. And a hat and mitten set.) While we were checking out, the cashier did the typical “Hi-how-are-you-today-ma’am?” blur of words, to which Alex responded, “Hi!” and waved. (The stereotypical baby/toddler backward wave.)

So amazingly adorable. The moment was only slightly dulled by the fact that the woman standing in line behind us touched Alex’s cheek and then bounced his foot up and down while he was sitting peacefully in the shopping cart.


Maybe He’s Finally Getting It?

The sippy cup adventures are not near an end, yet. Alex still doesn’t seem to get that he has to tilt the sippy cup in order to get any milk out of it. To make matters worse, he doesn’t even try anymore. He just holds the sippy cup out to me whenever he wants a drink and expects me to give it to him. If I don’t help, he throws the sippy cup on the floor, angry at me, and won’t drink. Awesome.

Today I got him to try drinking from it himself again. He wasn’t able to get any milk, and right after this picture handed the cup to me, but at least he tried. And at least he’s cute whether he’s trying or throwing.

Thanks, Carmi, for allowing me to post my blurry picture.

Blurry Sippy Cup Drinking

More Words? …Or Not.

I keep thinking Alex has new words, but then I can’t get him to say them again. Or at least not around anyone else, so then I have to question my sanity. (“Can he really say it? Or am I just imagining that he is?”)

He says “keys” but it sounds much more like “gis.”
He says “banana” but it is simply “nana.”

Today? I swear he said “cheese” when I gave him some cheese and crackers for a snack. “Chiz. Chiz. Chiz.”

But now I think maybe I’m crazy. The only word that he is consistent about is “baba” for B-O-T-T-L-E. And he is slowly having the B-O-T-T-L-E taken away from him (I can only spell it now, because if I say it out loud he wont rest until he has one).

[Imagine an adorable picture of Alex here. My USB cable doesn’t seem to be working. Or maybe my USB on my computer isn’t. Either way, I have no new pictures of Alex. Here is my favorite picture ever, though, even though it’s blurry and was taken on an iPhone.]
Daddy and Baby, Day 1.

Why I Love My Son

This past December, my phone stopped charging. It would indicate that it was fully charged, but when I tried to make a call I couldn’t talk on it for more than 3 minutes before it would die. Fortunately, I was able to get a new phone from my Best Friend, Sarah.

Unfortunately, that phone stopped working last week. Every once in a while I would let Alex play with my phone. He was just so. fascinated. by it. He loved that it not only opened, but that it opened two different ways. He loved that when you pressed a button something happened on the screen. He loved that he was playing with something that he knew he wasn’t really supposed to be playing with.

Suddenly the phone stopped making noise. It wouldn’t ring. When I called someone, I couldn’t hear it ringing and I couldn’t hear them talking. My poor Mother had to deal with me acting like an idiot, swearing at my phone, completely unaware that she could hear me. (Think Michael Cera in Superbad.)

Obviously, a broken phone requires getting a new phone.

Thank goodness for credit cards, because I splurged and bought myself a beautiful iPhone. It’s the first thing I’ve bought for myself in… months. (Unless you count Starbucks.)

I’m officially a cool kid. And so is Alex for breaking my phone so that I didn’t have to.

Black and White Alex

Freedom? Really?

I am so lucky.


I’m going to a friend’s house with a few people I’ve known since high school. We will drink. We will eat delicious food. We will play games. We will be merry. I will be a 20-something again.

Best of all? Alex will be with my Mother overnight. I can sleep in a bit in the morning, head to my morning dance class, and then come home to Alex.

Mama needs a break. And oh-how-happy she will be to see her charming little man in the morning.