Emie started eating baby food about 2 weeks ago. I knew she was ready because she was literally trying to take me down to get at my sweet and sour tilapia one night. She has loved everything she's tried so far which is nice for Mommy. She still gets mad when we eat though. This is her "Mommy, your coriander steak really looks a lot better than this pureed squash" look.
Cooking and cleaning can wait 'till tomorrow For babies grow up We've learned to our sorrow
So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep I'm rocking my baby And babies don't keep
Today was one of those days. I woke up with many things on my agenda for the day. Cleaning, organizing, laundry, laundry and more laundry. But both kids have colds, both are teething and both were downright crabby today. Not many of the things I had planned for today happened, okay none of them really. Tonight after I had both kids down to bed (or so I thought) I started my nightly cleaning. Just as I opened one of the kitchen cabinets that I'd been hoping to re-organize today and just as a few sippy cups and some milk storage bottles came raining down on my head, I heard Emie start crying. Now this may not sound unusual to those with little ones, but my kids are very easy to get down at night 99% of the time. I let her cry for awhile to see if she'd resettle, but alas I could tell from the cry she was not going to sleep any time soon. So, as any Mama would, I went up to comfort her and begrudgingly began to nurse and rock, rock and nurse. As she melted into me, I remembered the poem above. My Mom cross-stitched this poem and had it hanging in the front hall of our home growing up. I remember reading it and smiling, knowing just how important I was to my Mom. She did not keep the cleanest house on the block, still doesn't, but over and over again, she put our needs before the little things of this life. As I rocked tonight, I was struck by the reality that these moments will be over so very soon. And I will miss them. Nathan has never really been a cuddly type and he still isn't, but today he followed me around saying "Mommy, I hold you". I suppose this is the way a very independent boy asks to be held. So yes Nathan, you can hold me.
I am a woman that most often learns from her mistakes. Especially with parenting. Today I learned that Moon Sand is a very fun experience for Mommy and Nathan, but it should be played with in some sort of tub, with Nathan in some sort of smock. Oh well, off to spend nap time cleaning up little red grains of Moon Sand. At least the bathtub water will likely be red tonight, and I think Nathan will enjoy that.
My Dad has become "Papa". That is the name that Nathan has given him. I like it though, because that is what we always called my maternal grandfather and I'm glad my little ones will have a Papa. What do your kids call their grandparents? Anyways, Christmas Day was celebrated at Grandma and Papa's house. My Aunt and Uncle came to visit us and, of course, Aunt Kelly was there. It was a wonderful day of conversation, gift giving, turkey eating, movie watching and playing. Here are some pictures of the day:
Great Aunt Donna and Aunt Kelly play with Emie
"Bob" takes a break from building to have his lunch
Kelly's handmade gifts were a hit! Above is the sock monkey she made for Emie, and below is a print of our house she made.
And one last picture of the expanded Mahoney clan. Merry Christmas!
