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I wish that I posted in my journal more. I must select the things that I do with great care and consideration. The baby's asleep: should I log in and do some work, cook something or clean something?" It's always one of those three things that should and must be done. Personal endeavors like reading and writing in my journal just don't get a slot.
Anyway, shit's fairly cool right now. I find myself feeling happy and thankful for what I have more often than not, with notably few of those moments when I feel like I'm swimming below a sheet of ice, looking up at all of the life going on above me. I've adjusted to the stay-at-home-mom role I've accepted for the present. I'm comfortable with being a mom, and have finally arrived at a point where things feel "natural." I guess I've learned the behaviors that are instinctual for... regular ladies. I'm comfortable enough to take the baby out in public now without being on pins and needles with worry that he's going to start crying, and I won't be able to make him stop, and it'll be a great, bit, traumatizing scene for everyone. In fact, I'm confident in general that, if he cries, I can make him stop, so I'm not living in fear of the meltdown that will never end anymore. That's kind of a milestone for me, I think. I suppose I'm proud of this improvement in my momming abilities.
We had our first Christmas together, as a nuclear family, and it was nice. Christmas Eve at my mom and Grandmother's was one of the rowdier celebrations we've had in years. We had an "ugly sweater party," and my mom had us play a game where we all had to make a Christmas card for Gran, then she was to choose her favorite and win a fabulous cash prize. Of course, Gran couldn't choose, so my mom ended up picking the winner. It was silly family fun, and made for a memorable first Christmas with Francisco. Here we are in our ugly sweaters, though mine was the only really ugly one. The baby's making an awful face here, but it is what it is:
When we got home from Christmas Eve, we put Francisco in his Christmas pajamas, poured some Christmas beers (there was no Corsendonk Christmas Ale to be had in the town of Melbourne, so I ended up with some Weyerbacker Winter Ale, which was DELICIOUS, and some other gross ale), and the baby had a nap on Daddy's chest:
After midnight, we decided to open one present each, and then decided that we didn't want to wait until morning to open the rest, so we opened all of our presents to each other and Francisco's presents. I got a cool "kitchen technology center" to display recipes and transmit tv and other media into the kitchen, some handmade necklaces, a mouse for the lap top Gilbert got me to use for work, and a beautiful necklace with Francisco's birth stone. Opening all of our presents was fun and awesome, and I guess I can't be hatin' on Christmas now.
Ok, I've covered my current state and the baby's first Christmas, which is what I really wanted to get down, so I'm going to cut it off here after posting a few more pictures, since I want to get something posted and the baby's going to wake up any sec here.
Francisco's Christmas/going to see Santa outfit. He just looks like such a little person in this!
I love this picture of us (even though it looks like I have a mouth full of British teeth, even worse than they really are, for some reason), because the baby is looking right at me, and it appears as if I'm having a very grown-up, fancy conversation with a tiny man in a tuxedo:
We were in line to see Santa.
And here's our Santa picture. We won't be "doing" Santa when the baby is old enough to comprehend the concept of a lie, but I guess every child needs a first Santa pic =)
We took some pictures of the baby for my first wedding anniversary present for Gilbert (I'll need to cover our anniversary in another post). This one didn't go in the frame, but I love it.
Matt and Michael's Christmas party-- Matt and I found ourselves beneath the mistletoe. For those who don't know (as if anyone even reads this), a kiss between Matt and I would be the most disturbing thing to ever occur on this messed up planet.
A nice picture of Gilbert and me from the party. My first time wearing heels since I first shunned them during my pregnancy!
MY CHILD IS SO FREAKING CUTE.
Another one of my favorite photos of the bebeh:
Well, I'd like to include more in this post and make it less DURR, but if I post this now, I just MIGHT be able to get a meal in before the baby wakes up from this long nap, so... yeah.
Anyway, shit's fairly cool right now. I find myself feeling happy and thankful for what I have more often than not, with notably few of those moments when I feel like I'm swimming below a sheet of ice, looking up at all of the life going on above me. I've adjusted to the stay-at-home-mom role I've accepted for the present. I'm comfortable with being a mom, and have finally arrived at a point where things feel "natural." I guess I've learned the behaviors that are instinctual for... regular ladies. I'm comfortable enough to take the baby out in public now without being on pins and needles with worry that he's going to start crying, and I won't be able to make him stop, and it'll be a great, bit, traumatizing scene for everyone. In fact, I'm confident in general that, if he cries, I can make him stop, so I'm not living in fear of the meltdown that will never end anymore. That's kind of a milestone for me, I think. I suppose I'm proud of this improvement in my momming abilities.
We had our first Christmas together, as a nuclear family, and it was nice. Christmas Eve at my mom and Grandmother's was one of the rowdier celebrations we've had in years. We had an "ugly sweater party," and my mom had us play a game where we all had to make a Christmas card for Gran, then she was to choose her favorite and win a fabulous cash prize. Of course, Gran couldn't choose, so my mom ended up picking the winner. It was silly family fun, and made for a memorable first Christmas with Francisco. Here we are in our ugly sweaters, though mine was the only really ugly one. The baby's making an awful face here, but it is what it is:
When we got home from Christmas Eve, we put Francisco in his Christmas pajamas, poured some Christmas beers (there was no Corsendonk Christmas Ale to be had in the town of Melbourne, so I ended up with some Weyerbacker Winter Ale, which was DELICIOUS, and some other gross ale), and the baby had a nap on Daddy's chest:
After midnight, we decided to open one present each, and then decided that we didn't want to wait until morning to open the rest, so we opened all of our presents to each other and Francisco's presents. I got a cool "kitchen technology center" to display recipes and transmit tv and other media into the kitchen, some handmade necklaces, a mouse for the lap top Gilbert got me to use for work, and a beautiful necklace with Francisco's birth stone. Opening all of our presents was fun and awesome, and I guess I can't be hatin' on Christmas now.
Ok, I've covered my current state and the baby's first Christmas, which is what I really wanted to get down, so I'm going to cut it off here after posting a few more pictures, since I want to get something posted and the baby's going to wake up any sec here.
Francisco's Christmas/going to see Santa outfit. He just looks like such a little person in this!
I love this picture of us (even though it looks like I have a mouth full of British teeth, even worse than they really are, for some reason), because the baby is looking right at me, and it appears as if I'm having a very grown-up, fancy conversation with a tiny man in a tuxedo:
We were in line to see Santa.
And here's our Santa picture. We won't be "doing" Santa when the baby is old enough to comprehend the concept of a lie, but I guess every child needs a first Santa pic =)
We took some pictures of the baby for my first wedding anniversary present for Gilbert (I'll need to cover our anniversary in another post). This one didn't go in the frame, but I love it.
Matt and Michael's Christmas party-- Matt and I found ourselves beneath the mistletoe. For those who don't know (as if anyone even reads this), a kiss between Matt and I would be the most disturbing thing to ever occur on this messed up planet.
A nice picture of Gilbert and me from the party. My first time wearing heels since I first shunned them during my pregnancy!
MY CHILD IS SO FREAKING CUTE.
Another one of my favorite photos of the bebeh:
Well, I'd like to include more in this post and make it less DURR, but if I post this now, I just MIGHT be able to get a meal in before the baby wakes up from this long nap, so... yeah.