The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

Okay - so don't panic. There is really nothing "bad" or "ugly" going on here (aside from the yucky bronchitis Jet has had the past few days now ( cue collective "aww poor baby"). ) I merely reference the familiar phrase as inspiration for this post. While watching sesame street on the floor one morning last week, I was playing with the camera (yes - I know - but there are still buttons I don't understand on this thing) and I noticed the array of Jet's toys scattered about. There are so many (some I'm not even sure where they came from) and as I looked at them all I decided to pay tribute (and give titles) to a few...

This colorful cow (once a frighting toy to our Jet) plays music and vibrates - moving itself across the floor in an attempt to lure your baby forcing him/her into crawling after it. lol. Jet is not so easily fooled and is content to watch it then pick it up when it comes to him ( i.e.when mommy caves and points it in his direction or flat out hands it to him). But he loves it. And it is only second to the stacking rings as far as favorites go. Jet is a pro at the stacking rings.

Yes. The paci. Once used for car rides, naps and quieting noisy moments in church - now serves as a great discus or boomerang that only comes back to you when somebody fetches it. Most of the time - it is ignored.

Do you ever outgrow a soft stuffed animal? I hope not. Jet is the King of Cuddle and still loves all things soft and furry. Including unwilling furry toys like our cat.

Which brings us to our final cateogry...

While there is a lot of unsatisfied reaching done by our little man - none are so earnestly sought after as the "forbidden." These tokens of temptation are rare and wonderful commodities for two cubby hands and a mouth of drool. (Yes. I'm talking about Jet all you funny people who will comment on that pretending I'm referring to David or something.) :) I've almost given up on jewelry entirely (almost) and I've certainly learned the value of drawstring sweatshirts and scarves with fringe or tassels. But when I can't stand to be pulled and chewed on anymore - I can always count on this toy to serve as a suitable distraction.

The Bongo Drum.

Great for hitting, lifting and licking.

I am very proud at how he's figured out when the music stops to hit the drum and get it going again. He's destined for greatness I tell you.

I mean - he's got the whole "crazy professor" hair going on already.

And he is so curious.And pensive.
And aggressive. lol.
Is this a King Kong reversal or what?
Love his smiling eyes.

And this cracks me up. I can't tell if he's saying "speak into to my good ear" in his old man voice or "say what?!" in his cool teen voice or " I can't hear you!" in his pep rally voice. But whatever it is....it's too funny.

And of course. Those little miracle toes. They were always looking at those little feet on the ultrasounds. I will never forget the doctor saying "feet look remarkably well." And though his right foot (below is his left foot) is a little weaker and has one little toe that seems to stick out farther than the others (lol. it's true)...they will always be perfect to me. And they will forever be a reminder of how blessed we are to have a baby with such "remarkable" little toes.

We're so Funny!

There's nothing so funny as a baby faking a laugh.

(And proud, thankful Mommy moment - look how crazy he's bouncing in his seat?!)

Perspective

I've been watching a lot of Sesame Street (Mom's do you hear me? :) ) and everyday there is a "Word of the Day." Kind of like a vocabulary lesson for the genius kids out there who can actually pronounce words like "exquisite", "quest" and "marvelous". So in honor of my new past time....I'm introducing my own Word of the Day - it's really more like the Word of my Life.

Perspective

There's something about the word "perspective" that can bring about positive and negative feelings. As an emotional teenage girl (as opposed to the emotional adult I am now? lol.) I used to hate when my mother would talk about "perspective" when I felt I was in a crisis. She was always right, but who wants to admit to that? And what child hasn't heard "there are starving children who would love to eat your broccoli" and then silently begrudge those words and think "I honestly don't think they would love broccoli."

Over the course of my life I would occasionally witness something that brought perspective to mind. It was an "on-again off-again" relationship - more of an acquaintance than relationship really. But last January 2009 - I was reunited with "Perspective" - and I will tell you - it was a wonderful, welcomed reunion. Perspective was looking amazing (is that the same Perspective I knew in high school? Boy, had she changed.) and I was shocked at how much I appreciated seeing her again (yes - Perspective is female - can you really be surprised?). On Thursday January 8, 2009 I truly met Perspective for the first time. She graciously appeared at our doctors visit that Thursday morning and (after the horrifying appointment the Wednesday before) she was like a cleansing breath of fresh air...well, first she was a wave of shock...a gaping mouth...and a sputtering crazy woman saying "what? but the doctor said...? What?!"...followed by a deep sigh of relief... and the biggest smile in my heart I've ever felt. It was Thursday, January 8th and we had just been told our baby had spina bifida in the lower spine. It was a fairly large opening and could affect his walking, bowels, bladder and maybe some other gross motor skills. It was the most common form of S.B. and we would need to meet with a neurosurgeon soon to discuss the closure surgery which would take place soon after he was born.

It was Thursday January 8th...and I was so relieved.

I was so happy.

This was a miracle.

("HUH!?" You might be thinking...unless you've heard this bedtime story before...)

That's were Perspective came in.

The day before (at our first ultrasound appointment) we had been given the heart-breaking news that our baby was likely (I'll never forget the wording) "incompatible with life". That the type of spina bifida they saw on ultrasound was rare and devastating and that we should consider our options (i.e. terminating the pregnancy). We were told our baby might not live. And if he did survive birth he would not have much of a life without breathing tubes, feeding tubes, every possible assistance to do EVERYTHING. He would be on life support entirely.

So, on Thursday January 8th - hearing THIS news - that the S.B. was common - that we didn't have to worry about him breathing or eating on his own -That he would LIVE without constant medical attention and support - was beautiful news.

Perspective at her purest.

Relief at it's sweetest.

God's hand at It's clearest.

To this day the memory reminds me to thank GOD for the miracle He performed. For saving my son and holding my hand through it all.

For turning tragedy into blessing - grief into gratitude.

And though there was still a hole in my baby's spine, the gaping hole in my heart - at that moment began to heal.

Since that day Perspective and I have been close confidants. We go to every doctor's visit together, watch every crawling baby together, post every blog post together...now like all relationships ours has moments of weakness...I'll forget to invite her to go shopping with me and I'll see a toddler walking and I feel anxious, envious, or saddened by the uncertainty of my own situation...Perspective's absence has that negative side-effect. But thankfully she's never far...and she always finds me again soon with a "Why didn't you call me?" and a "Well I'm just glad we're together now." She shows me how things really are - and not how I'm afraid they will be - and reminds me of that day we met...really met for the first time. She humbles me with how quickly I forget sometimes. And uplifts me in the form of the amazing new friends I have met.

And then I feel better.

And then I feel stronger.

And then I feel grateful.

Thank you God for teaching me.

For loving me.

For helping me.

...with this comforting, humbling, edifying friend - Perspective.

Lucky is an Understatement

As a new month begins I'll say welcome to March the best way I know how - with a new background and more pictures. :) When I taught first grade - you knew when the seasons changed based on the upcoming holidays. It's February -gotta send home the class list for Valentines! October?- better stock up on orange construction paper and hold on tight for the sugar rush to hit! And if you let December sneak up on you - you might as well take 3 advil everyday till the New Year.

Now it's March (time to think about how much you want the naughty "leprechauns" to mess up your classroom - will one desk turned over be enough?) but since my 9 month old doesn't exactly keep up with the calendar - that leaves mommy to make her own fun...if she remembers. (Did I mention ground-hog day went TOTALLY unacknowledged this year? Did he see his shadow? What are we in for!?) Now, my sister has red hair. If you don't know what that is supposed to mean then I'll elaborate (and honestly? How would you know what that means?). If you have red hair then (according to my childhood) you're most likely Irish. (Nevermind that we can't trace our lineage back to Ireland at all as far as I know). And if you're most likely Irish - then you know about St. Patrick's Day - and it is YOUR holiday. So not only did we grow up wearing green (and let's face it - why would you risk getting pinched?) but we had our very own little curly-haired leprechaun. I still can't see a shamrock and not think of Kayleigh. I don't even know if she's still into "being Irish." :) And though I'm not sure how many hours we spent looking for 4 leaf clovers in our yard (and our neighbor's) or how many nights we stayed up building leprechaun traps (for SCHOOL PROJECTS no less - please - I'm a teacher and I know that's not educational. I picture all my former teachers laughing when they thought of those frazzled parents up late building traps, burning themselves with hot glue and covered in glitter and bandaids the next morning as they DROVE their kids to school so their masterpieces won't get smashed on the bus. Sigh...Is that going to be me?) Of a few things I am sure of. I love St. Patrick's Day. I hate trying to explain why we celebrate it to 7 year olds (something about snakes?). I love thinking of rainbows and decorating in green. I hate when people who are clearly not wearing green say "I'm wearing green underwear." Please. I will pinch you anyway.

I am looking forward to dressing my own lucky charm ALL in green so as to protect him thoroughly from would-be-pinchers! And until then - I will take his picture with a green blanket - to set the mood. :)

Lucky to Have Him.

Just because...

...you're beautiful.

When Jet gets older and starts asking "Mommy, why are you taking my picture AGAIN!" I know what i'm going to say - "just because your beautiful." And I know what he will say, "Mooommmy, boys aren't beautiful. Boys are handsome." :)

Well, Jet to me - you're both.

Love Potion # 9

I'm so very thankful to be able to say,

My little boy you are 9 months today!

You're growing and changing as fast as you can!

From "Our Little Miracle"

To "Our Little Man."

It's hard to believe how little you were.

Boy this month has gone by in a blur!

You're sweet, but still tough - you'll make a great hubby.

And you're lucky it's still very "in" to be chubby.

The paci is just a toy to you now,

But your big, blue-eyed starring still makes us say "wow."

You're playing and learning and showing your love.

Still my sweet angel boy sent from above.

Such memories to cherish -for more I can't wait!

Yes, these past 9 months are my favorite to date!

***SMOOCH***

I just gave you a big kiss!!!

At the Park

Got a chance to walk down to the park the other day when it wasn't too cold.

Jet liked the fresh air.

He tolerated the swing.

He loved when his daddy showed up.

His Nina says he looks like a little bruiser. lol.

He does look like he could scare off the younger babies.

Handsome with a capital "H" if I do say so myself. :)

Manages to look tough even while drooling. Now that's talent.

Daddy is HERE!

Oh yeah....Mommy too.