Friday, March 9, 2012

One year ago today....

March 9, 2012
3 months 3 weeks

I woke up this morning, heard my boy cooing in the next room and couldn't help but smile.  A year ago today I took my very first positive pregnancy test.  In fact, I took two.  A year ago today I found out that there was life growing inside of me.  My child.  My first born.  A year ago today I remember it feeling surreal looking down at those 2 pink lines (well, one was really faint) and thinking, "Oh my God.  I have been waiting for this for years.  And here it is.  Just like that.  My life has changed forever."  A year ago today I said a prayer for a healthy pregnancy and a healthy baby.  I prayed that God would show me how to be a loving mother.  I prayed that this child would bring me a joy I couldn't begin to understand.  Today, I'd say my prayers came true. 

Peek-A-Boo!

Colter has become my little thumbsucker.  And I love it.  He wakes up in the morning or from a nap, cries for about 5 seconds (to let me know he is awake), puts his thumb in his mouth and patiently waits for Mama to come and get him.  It is splendid.  Crying has been chopped to a minimum and I firmly believe Colter is discovering the joys of lying in his crib.  I mean, goodness, who doesn't love to lie in bed in the morning?  And he has a mobile.  Pretty cool if you ask me.


Life doesn't get much better than this....

He is also my little spitter-upper.  It definately comes in waves but it seems to be more often than not.  If he wasn't growing and gaining weight I would be concerned.  But he is, so I simply carry a burp cloth with me no matter what distance I am traveling.  He seems so happy about the whole thing too which just cracks me up.  He spits up and laughs.  I don't think I've ever had regurg or vomited and then smiled.  But that's just me.

His favorite time of day?  Bath time.  He would soak in that bathtub all day long if I let him.  It is the cutest.  A waterboy just like his Papa.  I think he just likes to be naked.  'Cause anytime I undress that boy he just starts wiggling and laughing and having the grandest time.  Also like his Papa ;o)


Soaking with Papa

We recently purchased a Bumbo seat for the little man.  He can now view the world from an upright position - it does seem to cause more spit-up but, as I mentioned earlier, he doesn't seem to mind.  When I am in the kitchen, he loves to be up on the counter with me and watch me work my magic.  We have intense conversations, sing and dance.  I've determined cooking is just that much more special with someone to share it with!

Chilling with big bro Owen...and spitting up ;-)

In these few months that Colter has blessed our lives, I have learned many things.  I know for sure that change is the only constant.  One week it's this and the next it's that.  I have learned to be more flexible.  We work together as a team to come up with the perfect schedule for both of us.  I'd say it took me 3 months to come to this conclusion.   And now that I have we have had some of the greatest days together yet.  We have laughed more this past week than I have laughed in a long time.  Motherhood truly is a gift from God.

Happy to be alive!
To sum it up? A year ago today I had no idea about where I would be today.  Isn't that wonderful?!  The surprises life brings.  Keeps us on our toes.

Quiet time with Mama

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Excuse me, what have you done with my baby?!

March 4, 2012
3.5 months (there are just too many weeks now!)

February 19, 2012   3 months!
My poor baby got his first cold the end of last week.  Most likely from his Mama, who went back to work one day two weeks ago and subsequently got sick.  Anywho, little Colty has been a bit under the weather the past few days with a runny nose.  Not his usual chipper, excitable self - although he did manage to crack a smile and a small laugh during diaper changes (his favoritist time of day!).  This morning he woke up and I could instantly tell a difference: laughing, kicking, talking...It was back to normal in the Malcolm household.  Happy baby, happy Mama.

And then the afternoon came.  Honestly, I have no idea what happened but all of a sudden my happy-do-lucky baby turned fussy-go-lucky.  That boy has some lungs!!!  It didn't matter what I did - rocking, singing, dancing, cuddling, reading, feeding - he just kept right on screaming for a good hour and a half.  It was a beautiful time in the Malcolm household.   I kept thinking to myself, "Who took my son?!?!" Per my husbands wisdom, I finally plopped him in the carseat, hooked it into the Bob and set off on an evening stroll.  By the time I reached CJ's office, he had finally found his thumb and was sucking happily as though nothing had ever happened.  Sigh.

My little boy is really starting to grow up.  He can successfully roll from his belly to his back (most of the time...).  He can ride in the back of the Kelty Backpack, he just loves being up nice and high.  He has definately found his voice.  He has become quite the little social bee.  He loves going to social events with us and being passed around from one set of hands to another.  And his smile!  Oh, it just melts my heart every time.  And his laugh!  I love playing the "I'm gonna get you!" game - it gets him laughing every time.

All giggles

The big debate: a righty or a lefty?  He seems to be favoring his right thumb recently (the end result after numerous pacifier rejections).  However, I get awfully excited when I see the left thumb sneak its way in.  CJ is trying to get the boy to suck on his finger versus thumb in hopes that it will spare us orthodontic bills in the future.  I figure whatever keeps him happy, so be it.  We'll start saving money for nice lookin' teeth.

Lefty!
Righty?
I have some big news!  I had to wear a belt with my pants the other day.  You can imagine how happy this made me.  Tomorrow marks day one of my 63 day INSANITY challenge.  It is similar to P90X but 63 days instead of 90.  It claims to put you in the best shape of your life.  But, then again, I am feeding two and require quite a lot of calories in one day to produce the required milk.  I am a bit hesitant that this exercise regimen might be too much.  We shall see how it goes.  Number 1 priority?  Keeping my baby healthy.

Me and my boy in Sedona