Deep and not-so deep thoughts
Hey gang! Man, I feel so out of touch from blog land. Settling in back home has been busy, plus I worked Monday and Wednesday of this week so I'm just now finding some free/computer time. Kudos to everyone who has been updating so frequently this week; I had a-lot to read! I loved everyone's homecoming posts. It sure was a fun weekend. I'll try to get some of my pictures up soon, after we get the film developed. Yes, I did say film developed- so old school I know...but yet so cool too. How do I do it? :) Anyways, here's a few deep and not-so deep thoughts while my readers anxiously await more pictures.
Not-So Deep Thougt:
1. While I was catching up on everyone's posts I was reading the comments everyone wrote too. It was always sweet little encouraging things because, well, we are such sweet girls. But I couldn't help imagining myself leaving comments that we're a little "edgier" and sarcastic. I got tickeld at the thought of the author clicking in their comments page only to see, "You stink!" or "Your baby's ugly!" from me. (And let me stop you because I know how you sicko friends of mine all think, and right now you are all giggling to yourselves and planning to leave sweet little old me a comment like that on this post!!!) :) Am I right?
Deep Thought:
2. My son is reminding me of a bug today. Titus has always slept better on his tummy- and so for nap time I always lay him on his stomach. (Disclaimer: Yes, I know about the SIDS stats and how babies should go "back to sleep," which is why we just do it at nap time when I can keep an eye on him...good grief you people are so presumptious and judgemental...or maybe I'm an eensy bit defensive :) Anyways, sorry bout thatrant!) Titus has gotten much faster at rolling his chunk of a body over, and twice today he has woken up from nap simply because he's rolled to his back. The funny thing is, is that when I go into his room he's laying on his back, crying, arms flailing, with his eyes still closed and his head nodding about side to side as if saying "No, I'm not ready to wake up." Can you picture it? He looks just like a bug that has been flipped on it's back and is trying to get straightened out again. (Of course I mean a bug with dashing good looks, a delightful personality, natural athletic proess, charming smile, and envious talent!) Both times, all I did was flip him back over and he was IMMEDIATELY snoozing peacefully again.
Deeper Thought:
3. When I was getting ready to tuck Levi in for nap I had a deep thought about his bed and the treasured items he keeps on it- how they symbolize perfectly his stage in life right now as a big time 3 year old. It's funny because in so many ways he is such a big boy, as evidenced by the superman pillow and blanket Nana gave him for his birthday laying at the head of his bed. As you all know superheroes are something boys, not babies, love to play with. And all boy he is. Lately, Levi has attempted to assert more control over his day and challenge my decisions with his own better idea. Example, "But Momma...instead of taking a rest, I will just keep playing with my toys and then take rest. Isn't that a good idea!" And it has taken some getting used to seeing my baby play bad guys with his little action figures or seeing his competiveness come out when we're racing to the car. It used to be just a silly game to get him to hurry along, but now he is sure to point out who was the "winner" and who was the "loss-er." And it's not like I want to feminize him at all, I want him to be a boys boy and a mans man who is courageous and brave and strong and a takes risks and all those things... I just didn't know the growing up would start so soon. It's funny because we didn't teach him how to play bad guys, in fact he doesn't even own a single toy gun, it's like something inside him just innatley knows and it is blossoming like crazy.
Then again, laying on his bed right next to his superman things are his plethera of stuffed animals. He has his favorite ones like Bear, Coa-coa, Maurice, Ducky, and Sticky, but really he loves to play with all of them...and he has a ton!! Bear, he has had since he was a baby and often couldn't go to sleep without him. I have so many memories of him squeezing Bear tight and talking to Bear like a friend and sharing toys and food with his stuffed pal. Cory and I used to re-direct Levi's fits by having Bear "do" funny things. And when I was pregnant with Titus, Levi would rock Bear and feed him a bottle then put him in a make-shift crib telling me, "We have to be quiet because Bear is sleeping." In many ways, Bear was really just Levi's baby doll- but more manly of course! And admist all the glimpses of big boy toughness that I am see in my son, my baby is still there too. Like when he says, "Hold you Momma" or wants me to sing to him "Mariah" like I used to- just like my mom did for me. And daily he still likes to "act out scenarios" with his stuffed animals- really that's just a less feminine way of saying he's playing house.
It's bitter sweet this limbo world he's in right now. Just today he was playing with Captain America in the bathtub and splashing him all around, but then he stopped and asked for some soap to wash his "baby."
Before I get too sappy, I'd better stop! :) But I would be leaving out a big part of my little guys boyhood if I didn't mention all the Yankee parpaphenalia that decorates his bed along side the stuffed animlas and superheoes, in fact it decorates his entire room!!! A tribute to his Daddy's influence......
and a better influence I really don't think I could find.
Not-So Deep Thougt:
1. While I was catching up on everyone's posts I was reading the comments everyone wrote too. It was always sweet little encouraging things because, well, we are such sweet girls. But I couldn't help imagining myself leaving comments that we're a little "edgier" and sarcastic. I got tickeld at the thought of the author clicking in their comments page only to see, "You stink!" or "Your baby's ugly!" from me. (And let me stop you because I know how you sicko friends of mine all think, and right now you are all giggling to yourselves and planning to leave sweet little old me a comment like that on this post!!!) :) Am I right?
Deep Thought:
2. My son is reminding me of a bug today. Titus has always slept better on his tummy- and so for nap time I always lay him on his stomach. (Disclaimer: Yes, I know about the SIDS stats and how babies should go "back to sleep," which is why we just do it at nap time when I can keep an eye on him...good grief you people are so presumptious and judgemental...or maybe I'm an eensy bit defensive :) Anyways, sorry bout thatrant!) Titus has gotten much faster at rolling his chunk of a body over, and twice today he has woken up from nap simply because he's rolled to his back. The funny thing is, is that when I go into his room he's laying on his back, crying, arms flailing, with his eyes still closed and his head nodding about side to side as if saying "No, I'm not ready to wake up." Can you picture it? He looks just like a bug that has been flipped on it's back and is trying to get straightened out again. (Of course I mean a bug with dashing good looks, a delightful personality, natural athletic proess, charming smile, and envious talent!) Both times, all I did was flip him back over and he was IMMEDIATELY snoozing peacefully again.
Deeper Thought:
3. When I was getting ready to tuck Levi in for nap I had a deep thought about his bed and the treasured items he keeps on it- how they symbolize perfectly his stage in life right now as a big time 3 year old. It's funny because in so many ways he is such a big boy, as evidenced by the superman pillow and blanket Nana gave him for his birthday laying at the head of his bed. As you all know superheroes are something boys, not babies, love to play with. And all boy he is. Lately, Levi has attempted to assert more control over his day and challenge my decisions with his own better idea. Example, "But Momma...instead of taking a rest, I will just keep playing with my toys and then take rest. Isn't that a good idea!" And it has taken some getting used to seeing my baby play bad guys with his little action figures or seeing his competiveness come out when we're racing to the car. It used to be just a silly game to get him to hurry along, but now he is sure to point out who was the "winner" and who was the "loss-er." And it's not like I want to feminize him at all, I want him to be a boys boy and a mans man who is courageous and brave and strong and a takes risks and all those things... I just didn't know the growing up would start so soon. It's funny because we didn't teach him how to play bad guys, in fact he doesn't even own a single toy gun, it's like something inside him just innatley knows and it is blossoming like crazy.
Then again, laying on his bed right next to his superman things are his plethera of stuffed animals. He has his favorite ones like Bear, Coa-coa, Maurice, Ducky, and Sticky, but really he loves to play with all of them...and he has a ton!! Bear, he has had since he was a baby and often couldn't go to sleep without him. I have so many memories of him squeezing Bear tight and talking to Bear like a friend and sharing toys and food with his stuffed pal. Cory and I used to re-direct Levi's fits by having Bear "do" funny things. And when I was pregnant with Titus, Levi would rock Bear and feed him a bottle then put him in a make-shift crib telling me, "We have to be quiet because Bear is sleeping." In many ways, Bear was really just Levi's baby doll- but more manly of course! And admist all the glimpses of big boy toughness that I am see in my son, my baby is still there too. Like when he says, "Hold you Momma" or wants me to sing to him "Mariah" like I used to- just like my mom did for me. And daily he still likes to "act out scenarios" with his stuffed animals- really that's just a less feminine way of saying he's playing house.
It's bitter sweet this limbo world he's in right now. Just today he was playing with Captain America in the bathtub and splashing him all around, but then he stopped and asked for some soap to wash his "baby."
Before I get too sappy, I'd better stop! :) But I would be leaving out a big part of my little guys boyhood if I didn't mention all the Yankee parpaphenalia that decorates his bed along side the stuffed animlas and superheoes, in fact it decorates his entire room!!! A tribute to his Daddy's influence......
and a better influence I really don't think I could find.
posted by Christina at
3:04 PM
9 Comments:
Thanks for putting up with this post- I'm sure I had more fun writing it than you'll did reading it!
Your a momma! that's what you are supposed to do...I can't wait to join the motherhood bandwagon and tell tales of my little ones too. Of course, mine will be even cuter and sweeter than yours, but that's to be expected...after all, I AM a Varney! :) But seriously, I love to hear my friends gush about their kids. Just means you're happy!
yes, yes... I am sure you knew it was coming... but I am tearing up reading this post... simply because it is all too true! They do grow up so fast! In just a matter of time, they wont want mommy to come into the bathroom with them because you are a 'girl' Better yet, they stop falling for the trick that I tell them when we are in a public place and I tell them that it is not the "girl's bathroom" that is just a picture of a mommy on the outside. The other is a daddy. You cant go in there without a daddy. Coby no longer goes for that one! I love that they are still our babies in some ways, but that they are learning to be big tough boys as well.... There is just something special about those little boys!
love you!
~Summer
ps - funny story about the 'feminine' side... I caught Coby breastfeeding his stuffed dog a while back... I walked into the living room and he had the dog up under his shirt and said, "momma - he was crying cuz he was so hungry, but now he is eating my tummy and he is all better!"
pps - sorry I just made my own post in your comments section!! :-)
We started letting Casen sleep on his tummy when he was about 7 months old, and he slept so much better. But especially at first, he did the same thing -- when he rolled onto his back he cried and flailed around until someone came and rolled him back over. During the day, he could roll around easily, but somehow at night, he would forget how to get back on his tummy. Funny.
I agree with comment number one. You set yourself up for that on purpose, didn't you? Just dying for a little sarcasm.
I quote ~ I got tickeld at the thought of the author clicking in their comments page only to see, "You stink!" or "Your baby's ugly!" ~ That seems appropriate for the woman who first made the effort to point out that I looked like a baby alien as a preschooler. :)
It was fun to see you at homecoming! I know what you mean about being defensive about tummy sleeping! Luke sleeps on his tummy too... the funny thing is, that when we where all babies we slept on our tummies too! :)
Good to hear from you. I want to meet Levi! You are always welcome to gush about your boys!
I like reading and listening to your stories. I had almost forgotten how funny you are. I started a new blog to keep up with you guys. I couldn't figure out how to put you as a link in mine, that's how technological I am these days.=)
Take care.
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