Baby Clothes

I must've spent half a day this past weekend cleaning out the boys' room. Piles and piles of laundry stacked up on the bed, piles that I've been ignoring for a good two weeks or so. There I was, sitting in the middle of my son's day bed, almost lost in the piles, when it suddenly occurred to me, why oh why, have I been trying to shove this chore aside.

Besides that I'm lazy and I'm tired all the time.

I've been just trying to push it aside, because, I hate-hate-hate putting away baby clothes. And I don't mean putting away the clothes into their specific drawers. I meant putting AWAY baby clothes in boxes, to be given away, or shipped away, never ever to be seen again.

Hubby and I are in total complete agreement with the fact that we are done having babies. And so far, we've been able to put away stuff - the bassinet, the crib, and sometime this week, the infant carseat - without me shedding a single tear.

But the clothes, the baby clothes, it's a whole different territory.

I quickly went through the newborn, 0-3, 3-6, 6 months, 9 months, and now that he's almost outgrowing his 12 month-size clothing, it is hitting me hard. My baby, my not so little tiny baby, has quickly grown out of infancy. And now that he's growing teeth, crawling, and standing, and trying so hard to take a step, I just want to scoop him up in my arms, and let him fall asleep on my chest, like when he first came home with us, not so long ago.

You see, with wonder boy, I was excited about every new milestone up ahead, excited about the newer, bigger, cuter clothes, with dinosaurs and cars and trucks for big boys. But this time around, with wonder baby, I just want him to stay little for as long as he could. His baby breath, his chubby arms and hands, his thunder thighs, his baby side burns, his baby powdery scent that sometimes gives me chills down my spine.

I want it.

And I'm holding on to it.

Although I know that his babiness is not going to be here forever. One day, sooner than later, he's going to walk, talk, and have a mind of his own.

He's not just going to walk, but he will probably run away from me and I will have to chase him sometimes. He's not just going to talk, but one day, he's also going to talk back to me, and it will pierce my heart. He's not only going to have a mind of his own, but he's going to make some decisions that will be against mine, and I will have to let him learn his own lessons, even if it eats me up alive.

One day.

Someday.

But not today.

Because today, I will hang on to the little baby clothes, even if it means, cluttering his drawers, and closet, and the laundry hampers. Even if it means, it's going to take me an extra 2 minutes just to figure out what to put on him or which ones actually fit him now. Even if it means that some days, I'm going to get irritated because why oh why can't I shut his drawer closed, and in the midst of being upset with myself, I will probably forget and wonder why didn't I put the small clothes away in the first place!

Yes, even if it means all of that.

His baby clothes.....they're mine, and i want it, and I'm holding on to it.

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Scrappy Friday

I have to fess up - I have been partially ignoring my blog lately because I have been busy croppin and shoppin for my renewed love for scrapbooking! It's good and bad I guess. Good because I love the art therapy, and even more, the finished product. Bad, because I haven't done much chores around the house lately because the only free time I get - usually when the boys are asleep - I spend cropping. Plus, I've been to Michael's twice this week and to JoAnn's twice as well. With that said, time and money = happy sane me!

So just to catch up with what's been going on in my life lately, I'm going to (shame on me) do bullets:

• Wonder boy is writing his letters really well, his whole name almost legible and most importantly did not cry or fuss during morning drop-off's to preschool ALL WEEK LONG. I think we've solved the problem, and Houston, we are coming home!

• Wonder Baby is being more active than ever. Fearless, independent, brave child of mine, who this week alone, must've fallen on his butt, face, and body a million times, and that hasn't stopped him. He's even tried climbing our stairs (successfully reached second step up), so I had to put the gate back up.

• I have skipped kickboxing ALL WEEK LONG and feel really guilty, and even worse - BLOATED!


• I have a load of recorded shows on my dvr because I have spent my evenings ditching my husband to go upstairs and play with my scraps. So I'm hoping to catch up on tv watching this weekend.


• My list of projects, ideas, and to do list are just getting longer and longer and I'm afraid that I'm in over my head, but what the heck, at least I have a list!

Maybe it's old age, or maybe it's just me, but it seems like the days are shorter and the weeks are flying by with a blink of an eye.

Oh well, at least it's Friday!

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Baby Kisses

Today he kissed me,
for the very first time
Mouth wide open
Slobber all over
It was wet
It was precious
It was priceless
Moments like this,
happen only once
Baby's first kisses,
will forever be mine.


I love you always
- m o m m y

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The baby story

About three weeks after he was born, I thought, how good of GOD to have such a grand plan and give me this boy as my second child.... because if he gave him to me first, I probably would've stopped there!

He was super cute, BUT, he was also colicky, cranky, and constantly crying!

In other words, he was difficult. And all along during my pregnancy, I did not worry about a thing, because I thought, I had this mommy thing down to the T!

NOT!

I bought books, googled day and night, and hubby and I watched DVDs like "the happiest baby on the block", which, was totally helpful, for a few short weeks, then I needed something more.

So needless to say, on top of my eye issues (which I still need to post about), PPB (yes, truly, i had THE WORST case of PPBs), and cranky, colicky, crying baby, I was in the brink of a breakdown.

Until one unexpected day out of nowhere, baby boy was completely transformed. AS IF i had a brand new baby in tow. Alas! the books were so right! All of them stated that at about 3 months of age, babies get used to their new life outside the womb and start to get the hang of it all.

And yes, my baby boy fell in that category, and yey! for his 3 month old bday, which should've been celebrated with a party... (and perhaps alcohol for mommy : )

And here we are, a week shy of his 8-month old bday, and I am just at awe at how independent and easy he is. Yes, I said it - E.A.S.Y.

He's super mellow and happy as long as he's fed, dry and not sleepy!

And just in the last few weeks, he's learned how to hold his own bottle, crawl, sit-up, and he's even trying to climb the couch!

I'd like to think that he's "advanced" (sure, all of us moms would like to think that). But in reality, I think he's one feisty and determined little baby. I see how he observes his big brother ALL the time, and he wants to play with him, he wants to run with him, and talk to him.

I think he thinks he's doing that already.



He can think ALL he wants, but for now, he's still my teeny little baby, who's baby breath I dream about (while I am at work) and who's little toes I like to bite (nom nom nom).


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Wonder Baby ready to crawl

OMG! He took a couple of crawling steps, then hit the carpet with his face! I can't believe how fast things are going. My baby is ready to crawl!




So I thought I'd add this last picture with the not-so-cute dinosaur toy just to show that I've noticed lately that at almost seven months old, he already would rather play with his big brother's toys than his own's!