I just finished reading “My Husband is Not My Prince Charming” by Bucket List Publications, and it has inspired me to tell my story of my “Modern Day Prince Charming”
I was living solo in Fl when my fiancée and I met. I had a good job, finished my masters and was working on my PhD. He didn’t “rescue me” from anything other than being single, which I was enjoying. I guess in a way he is my Modern Day Prince Charming. He isn’t a fairy tale version of Prince Charming but he is my version. He is everything I ever wanted in a man strong, fun, adventurous, giving, loving, tender, mellow, easy to talk to, goofy, sexy, nerdy (just like me) and so much more.
He is my compliment, with as many thing we have in common we have equally the same amount of things about us that are opposite from the other. We compliment each other very well. If I am upset he is my rock, my calming force. That works both ways, if he is mad or frustrated I am relaxed and calming for him. We are a team. When I am super excited about something he is so relaxed and brings me back down to earth. I do the same for him only I call it giving him a dose of reality. hah
I think now in a world of independent woman the Prince Charming role has evolved into what a woman wants in a life partner.
Today’s letter comes from Ron. It is nice to see a dad writing in.
My wife is breastfeeding our first born and I feel left out. Not just from the baby’s life but from my wife’s life as well. Is there anything I can do to be more involved or feel more involved?
Thank you for your question. There are a few ways to feel more involved. I would nurse everywhere in the house. Sometimes my fiancee would be sitting next to me and we would hang out. When my milk supply started to drop he helped by helping me relax. He helped massage my breasts gently. It wasn’t a sexual thing but it helped him still have contact and helped my milk let down. I would also pump a lot of milk and he would give our son bottles from time to time. There were times I would be nursing in bed and he would gently massage our sons head. It was tender and sweet. I am amazed at how much just those little things meant to me. One of the nicest things he would do was get our son if he was crying and bring him to me. It was something small but sometimes those little actions mean more than flowers or gifts.
As for the sexual aspect. I always laughed and said I didn’t understand why parents have less sex. Why should having a baby hinder sex. WOW, was I in for a shock. LOL It is amazing how priorities shift and being intimate shifts to cuddle time and relaxing together. We are both so tired at the end of the night during the week that we pass out before our sex drives kick in. I will give you some hope, intimate time gets much easier once the baby sleeps through the night.
You have to love a house of sick people. A sick toddler on the other hand is like living with the spawn of something demonic.
Last week I posted my favorite breastfeeding photo in hopes to spark mothers who are breastfeeding to take a photo or have someone take a photo of you breastfeeding. Not a posed one, but one that is completely natural. I only have 2 photos of me breastfeeding because for the first 4 months of my son’s life I was hooked up to a small vacuum machine that had me wrapping tubes everywhere to keep them out of the way. I happened to have my cell phone next to me one day when I was nursing him and the cat was up purring away so I snapped a quick couple of pictures.
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It is really amazing to think that 2 years ago I was in the middle of hard labor at this hour. I was giving our little guy pep talks about how nice it would be to come out into the world and be with his Mommy and Daddy. He was stubborn then and I should have realized it was just the beginning. He is a strong-willed little toddler who has grown so much before our eyes. He turns 2 today and the poor thing is sick. We started his birthday celebrations last weekend to kick off his Birthday Week and with him being sick we have delayed the Grand Finale to his Birthday week giving him 2 weeks of birthday goodness. LOL
Last year he had a double ear infection, thanks to his 1 year molars. I would love to blame this bout of sinus and respiratory bug on his molars too but I am sure it is more a combination of the yo-yo weather from 40 degrees one day to 9 degrees the next and that we go to public play places all the time to run around. So my poor little sicky pants spends another birthday sick. bahhhh!!
Cross-post from MoMWoW.org
I was contacted by Shoele of the Working Mama Project. She has read my personal blog about breastfeeding and has shared with me her wonderful project.
I see that you write a lot about breastfeeding and think that this project might be an interesting topic for you. I have made photo project called Working Mama with focus on the beauty and nature of breastfeeding. I hope that you would like to support my project.http://igg.me/at/workingmama/
She is putting together a coffee table book with photos of Mother’s breastfeeding. I admire what she is doing as to me it seems so beautiful to see a mother breastfeeding her baby. In other countries Breastfeeding isn’t shameful like it is made to feel here in the US. I will admit I was a mom who was proud to breastfeed in public. For the most part I used a cover but when the little guy grew so he didn’t like them I nursed without one. I am excited to see Shoele’s dream of having a coffee table book come true. Check out her video and her crowd-funding page. Even if you don’t give, it is interesting to share in her dream. I look forward to the release of her book.
On a personal note: I often look at breastfeeding mamas with such awe and I smile at them. When my supply started to drop seeing a mama breastfeed with ease would make me sad because I wished breastfeeding was an easy venture for me. Oh but was it ever hard yet so rewarding and special. Words can’t describe the love I have for breastfeeding. I know many moms who wanted to breastfeed but couldn’t for one reason or another. I also know moms who never had the wish to breastfeed yet they all were supportive of my decision to breastfeed as long as possible.
In support of the Working Mama Project here is my favorite picture of breastfeeding my son. Our youngest cat liked to lay behind our son as he breastfed until he got too big, then she would lay at my feet or on my legs. To this day she sleeps next to his crib at night and for naps. On occasion she will sleep in our room with us.
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My Favorite Breastfeeding Moment
I am a couple of weeks behind on our “2013 milestones” but, here we go. I am sure I have missed some milestones, but here are some big ones I can rattle off the top of my head.
Breastfed until 16.5 months, I would have gone longer but my body failed us. (bad boobies!!)
First “real” 2 word phrase – “bay kiki” (Bad Kitty)
First set of molars – January 2013 caused a trip to the ER and resulted in a double ear infection.
First “Big Boy” food- Spinach Feta Pie
First steps – Mid-June 2013 (17.5 mo old)
Recognize all Letters and point to them – 20 months old
First Letter learned and mastered – “E” 19 months old
Recognize numbers 1 – 20 and point to them – 20 months old
Recognize animals and point to them – 16 months old
By the end of 2013 he could say some animals, shapes, colors, about 50% of the alphabet, and numbers 1-10. He can’t do them in order yet but we are working on that.
As of January 15, 2014 when asked “How old are you going to be?” or “how old are you?” he can reply “Two” and attempts to hold up 2 fingers.
This post is spawned for an article from NBC Chef Grant Achatz starts Twitter debate: Should babies be banned from high-end restaurants? by Tracy Saelinger (TODAY contributor).
I don’t think they should ban babies, it is up to the parents to be respectful of others who are dining. If the baby should get agitated or upset and cry, take a breather and walk with the baby. At 8 mo my son was still Breastfeeding so a quick boob fix was all he would need to nod back off again or at least relax and be in mommy milk trance for a while. With that said, my almost 2-year-old doesn’t understand “inside” voice yet. Personally, I would never dream of bringing him to a 3 hour, 18 course meal that cost over $200 per plate and you have to wait for weeks or months for a table.
If you can afford a restaurant that expensive then you probably have a full-time live in nanny that the kids can stay with. Or at least a full-time nanny/babysitter you can ask to stay late and pay them an overtime bonus. Do babysitters cancel, sure they do but then be the respectful parent and walk out when your baby starts to cry. If you are like most Americans and you can’t “normally” afford the restaurant then it is a “special” date night and you should enjoy your spouse/significant other/whoever you are with without babies and children.
We have not had a date night since R was born. We did attempt it once when the little guy was 5 months old but we were called back before our dinner was served. We take him everywhere, he has even been to an Irish Pub!! Of course it was for a late lunch, but he had a good time sitting at the table like a big boy, no high chairs there. He is a good baby/toddler and on the rare occasion when he gets a little loud(or has a tantrum) I excuse myself and take him outside for a cool down walk. Most times people give the look of sympathy as I walk by with a mad toddler.
All in all, maybe not ban babies but if the parents don’t get off their asses and take the baby out of the restaurant then definitely have the waiter politely ask them to take the baby outside until it has calmed down and is no longer crying. It is the parents who need to be respectful of others.
Good Morning Blog readers!! It is Monday morning and we are ready for another yoyo week of rain, snow, rain and more snow. While mother nature has it in for us here in the wonderful state of Massachusetts with the temps bouncing between the 20’s and the 40’s we have a fun-filled week ahead. Maybe I can witness my son doing something crazy again. LOL
This past Saturday we were at the local mall play area where I usually take him to play and burn some energy. I love watching all the different children interact together. It amazes me every time we go how many adults aren’t keeping an eye on the children they are there with. They are playing with or talking on their phones. In the meantime I have a toddler running around having a good time going through the tunnels and climbing into the cars and boats. The thing that annoys me the most is when the unsupervised children are jumping off of one of the play fixtures. It isn’t the jumping part as much as where they are jumping off. They jump off over the tunnel holes. I can’t count how many times I have had to either tell those kids to be careful there were toddlers and babies crawling through the tunnel. I often wonder how much these kids get away with at home if they are so unruly and neglected in a public play area. Sometimes I want to go up to the adults and ask them if they think it is ok for the child they are not watching to potentially jump on my baby, now toddler’s head. I bite my tongue so far because when I ask the older kids to be careful they typically stop or at least look before jumping to make sure it is clear of littler kids.
The funniest thing I have seen my little guy do in the play area this weekend. There was a little boy, maybe about 5 years old, starting to have a temper tantrum. The little boy started to yell and scream with some tears because his adult told him it was time to leave. So my little guy stops in his tracks while running around, looks at the little boy and yells at him with a growl like yell. It really sounded like he was possessed by the demon in the exorcist. Then my little one ran away squealing with delight. The little boy stopped his tantrum like he was in shock, got down still sniffling, and went over to his adult to leave without a fight. I have no idea what was said in that scary yell but it was enough to help calm the tantrum. Now, if only I had a child to do that when my little guy is having a tantrum. LOL
A few months ago we decided to move. Our target time frame is about 16 months from now. We decided to move to be closer to family and friends. My fiancée had a scare in September. After everything calmed down and he was home from the hospital we talked about the what if’s. He would like us to be close to family and friends who could help me out if anything should happen. Home is where ever we are together, but with the little guy in tow now our priorities have changed.
I spent today looking at various apartments and places for rent online. Some I knew of but I found one that is a hidden gem. Has everything we would ever want. It is a townhouse with a full basement with washer and dryer hook ups, 1 full bath up stairs and a 1/2 bath on the 1st floor, HUGE kitchen and living room, but the best thing is the private fenced in small garden backyard. The best part is that it cost the same as what we are paying for our 1 bedroom 1 bath we have now.
Now I am super excited!! I am looking forward to visiting in the spring so I can check it out. It will be so nice to be around my family and have Robert grow up with his cousins and my friends kids who are the same age. I have started organizing our stuff and we have consolidated everything we can. ♥
Dearest baby boy,
You are about to turn 2 and you amaze me every single day. Things that I used to think were minor or small are somehow now huge. I look at you with awe and wonder how I got so lucky to have you come into our lives. You beat so many odds to be here with us. My little miracle!! I love you more and more every day. At 23 months old you are able to recognize numbers up to 25, say numbers 1-10(not in order yet, but that is ok), point out your alphabet, find objects in your find and seek books, talk in 3 word sentences that sometimes only I understand and point to a handful of countries on the world map. You know lots of colors, shapes and animals. Sometimes I feel like I am not teaching you enough but then I remember you aren’t even 2 years old yet.
I love how when you do something wrong you say “OTOH”, run to me and give me a hug as if to say “don’t be mad mama, I’m sorry!” I love how you cuddle with your “kitty”(snow leopard), blue monkey, and me on the couch even if it is for only 30 seconds. I love how when you wake up and I come to your room you are smiling with “kitty” and blue monkey in your arms ready for me to get you out. Getting you guys out is no joke and sometimes you want to add another animal to our “getting up adventure” OH BOY my arms are so full I don’t know where my little guy is. I love how you fake cry so obviously and you even get those tears working. But Mama and Daddy are on to that cry…
Happy almost 2 years baby boy, Mommy loves you!!!