Happy Halloween!
Love,
Mom
Saturday, October 31, 2009
A Little Bit of History
Dear Jack,
As a historian, I am fascinated by the idea that we are living through what will become your history. What will look back on as significant moments? What shared experiences will define your generation?
Will you heard people asking, for example, if you were alive during the H1N1 influenza outbreak of aught nine?
You were, of course. And we recently had your H1N1 "scare." Of course, by "scare" I mean a very overly cautious nurse practitioner calling your 102.4 degree fever a sign of flu (among other things) and giving you a flu test (which cost $35) and then reading a barely (if at all) visible red line as a positive test result.
Out of respect (and maybe concern) for all the other babies and older folks in our lives, we kept you from daycare for three days and didn't take you up to church.
A quarantine, really, is what I am describing.
After 24 hours, your fever broke, to be followed by a reduction in appetite and copious amounts of drool.
Last night, I thought I felt a little bump in your lower gum.
So there you have it. Your H1N1 story.
Or possibly, the story of how you started cutting your first tooth.
Love,
Mom
As a historian, I am fascinated by the idea that we are living through what will become your history. What will look back on as significant moments? What shared experiences will define your generation?
Will you heard people asking, for example, if you were alive during the H1N1 influenza outbreak of aught nine?
You were, of course. And we recently had your H1N1 "scare." Of course, by "scare" I mean a very overly cautious nurse practitioner calling your 102.4 degree fever a sign of flu (among other things) and giving you a flu test (which cost $35) and then reading a barely (if at all) visible red line as a positive test result.
Out of respect (and maybe concern) for all the other babies and older folks in our lives, we kept you from daycare for three days and didn't take you up to church.
A quarantine, really, is what I am describing.
After 24 hours, your fever broke, to be followed by a reduction in appetite and copious amounts of drool.
Last night, I thought I felt a little bump in your lower gum.
So there you have it. Your H1N1 story.
Or possibly, the story of how you started cutting your first tooth.
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Aunt Jennie Sue
Dear Jack,
Living as far away as we do, you won't get to see a lot of your Aunt Jennie Sue and that's a shame. Aunt Jennie has eight boys of her own and that makes her more than an expert on little boys.
I think about this because a couple of years ago, Aunt Jennie Sue gave your sister a Glow Worm as a gift... a Christmas present, I believe. Your sister didn't really think much of it at the time and so now it is yours.
You love it. A lot.
I mean, you really, really, really love that Glow Worm.
You hug it. You kiss it. You look at it. It is, in fact, the only thing in this world that can get you to go to sleep in your crib. You will actually stop in the middle of a screaming fit to look at its glowy face and listen to its pleasant lullabies. One night, when you were particularly sleep resistant, I pressed that Glow Worm's tummy at least forty times. And you slept because of it.
I didn't get the Glow Worm with your sister. I guess maybe it's a boy thing.
Aunt Jennie Sue would know.
And that's why even though you won't see her very often, I think the two of you will get along pretty well.
Love,
Mom
Living as far away as we do, you won't get to see a lot of your Aunt Jennie Sue and that's a shame. Aunt Jennie has eight boys of her own and that makes her more than an expert on little boys.
I think about this because a couple of years ago, Aunt Jennie Sue gave your sister a Glow Worm as a gift... a Christmas present, I believe. Your sister didn't really think much of it at the time and so now it is yours.
You love it. A lot.
I mean, you really, really, really love that Glow Worm. You hug it. You kiss it. You look at it. It is, in fact, the only thing in this world that can get you to go to sleep in your crib. You will actually stop in the middle of a screaming fit to look at its glowy face and listen to its pleasant lullabies. One night, when you were particularly sleep resistant, I pressed that Glow Worm's tummy at least forty times. And you slept because of it.
I didn't get the Glow Worm with your sister. I guess maybe it's a boy thing.
Aunt Jennie Sue would know.
And that's why even though you won't see her very often, I think the two of you will get along pretty well.
Love,
Mom
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sweet Berry Farm
Dear Jack,
As a teacher and a mother, I find it so very easy to take time in the summers to do whatever you and your sister want to do, to find interesting places to go and neat things to do.
It's much more difficult during the school year.
That's why I was so grateful that your dad and I took the time to take you and your sister out to Sweet Berry Farm this weekend. It was your five month birthday and it was nice to just spent the day doing something out of the ordinary.
My favorite moment was when your dad and sister had left to go on a hayride (your sister's favorite part, by the way). You and I were somewhat stuck with nothing to do. You were fussy and in the end, the only thing to do was settle down under a shade tree and discretely nurse you. Sitting there, holding you, looking around at all of those other families, spending time together warmed my heart.
Isn't it funny that it takes leaving the house to go somewhere off in the middle of the hill country to take the time to really enjoy the simple moments. Taking time to relish the mother-son bond. Taking time to sit and and marvel at God's handiwork... in the fall colors, in the warm sun, in your face and in your sister's.
Taking time to smell the pumpkins, if you will.
Love,
Mom
As a teacher and a mother, I find it so very easy to take time in the summers to do whatever you and your sister want to do, to find interesting places to go and neat things to do.
It's much more difficult during the school year.
That's why I was so grateful that your dad and I took the time to take you and your sister out to Sweet Berry Farm this weekend. It was your five month birthday and it was nice to just spent the day doing something out of the ordinary.
My favorite moment was when your dad and sister had left to go on a hayride (your sister's favorite part, by the way). You and I were somewhat stuck with nothing to do. You were fussy and in the end, the only thing to do was settle down under a shade tree and discretely nurse you. Sitting there, holding you, looking around at all of those other families, spending time together warmed my heart.
Isn't it funny that it takes leaving the house to go somewhere off in the middle of the hill country to take the time to really enjoy the simple moments. Taking time to relish the mother-son bond. Taking time to sit and and marvel at God's handiwork... in the fall colors, in the warm sun, in your face and in your sister's.
Taking time to smell the pumpkins, if you will.Love,
Mom
Five Months Old
Dear Jack,
Your five month birthday was yesterday. You also stayed with a sitter in the evening for the first time. Yes, that means that after five months, your dad and I got to go out on a date.
When I think about going that long without an evening alone with your dad, five months seems like forever. When I think about how it was five months ago yesterday that you were born, five months seems like a blink of an eye.
Isn't it funny how time works?
Love,
Mom
Your five month birthday was yesterday. You also stayed with a sitter in the evening for the first time. Yes, that means that after five months, your dad and I got to go out on a date.
When I think about going that long without an evening alone with your dad, five months seems like forever. When I think about how it was five months ago yesterday that you were born, five months seems like a blink of an eye.
Isn't it funny how time works?
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Jack o' Lantern
Dear Jack,
Your best hope is that I grow tired of these little plays on words before you start school.
Love,
Mom
Your best hope is that I grow tired of these little plays on words before you start school.
Love,
Mom
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Cereal
Dear Jack,
Guess who started eating cereal last Saturday?
Guess who still stays up until midnight and wakes up again at two thirty and then five in the morning?
Guess that whole cereal will make 'em sleep through the night business is overstated, huh?
Love,
Mom
Guess who started eating cereal last Saturday?
Guess who still stays up until midnight and wakes up again at two thirty and then five in the morning?Guess that whole cereal will make 'em sleep through the night business is overstated, huh?
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
In Favor of Bottles
Dear Jack,
I do still love nursing you. But now that you are four months old and we're doing a mix of breast milk and formula, I have to say, there are times when you having a bottle... especially you holding your own bottle... is a blessing.
Love,
Mom
I do still love nursing you. But now that you are four months old and we're doing a mix of breast milk and formula, I have to say, there are times when you having a bottle... especially you holding your own bottle... is a blessing.
Love,Mom
Friday, October 2, 2009
A Little Help
Dear Jack,
After learning how to make crinkly taggie squares for you and seeing how much you liked them, I thought I would make some to take up to the church for Harvest Fest.
You thought this was a grand idea and really enjoyed helping me out. You even managed to find the crinkly material on the table to sample.
What did I ever do without you?
Love,
Mom
After learning how to make crinkly taggie squares for you and seeing how much you liked them, I thought I would make some to take up to the church for Harvest Fest.
You thought this was a grand idea and really enjoyed helping me out. You even managed to find the crinkly material on the table to sample.
What did I ever do without you?
Love,
Mom
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