Actually, you scream, then I scream. Oh, Beany. He now loves to scream at the top of his lungs. Beany is going to be an opera singer with those set of lungs. A friend of mine warned me about her child once while out. “She’ll just sceam as loud as she can from time to time,” she said. I thought it was cute at the time. Beany was only 3 months old at the time and hadn’t found his voice yet. Well he’s found it and he won’t let it go.
I’ve been a mother for over ten months now and nothing could have prepared me for any of the events that have happened with my little boy. No one explained the risk of a heart murmur. No one spoke the worries of weight gain or lack thereof. No one told me that seeing your child struggle to breathe is the most heartbreaking, gut-wrenching thing one can endure and you can do nothing about it in the beginning. It’s frustrating, but I have plenty of women who’ve been through this to coach me through. And I know that he’ll be alright in the end.
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I know this is kind of late but better late than never.
So this year has been filled with so much that I don’t know where to begin. I guess I should start at the beginning.
Well I started out pregnant with Beany while Dad prepared for his arrival.
Then it was off to Italy for our Babymoon. Traveling between cities by train, we visited Rome, Venice, Florence, and Sienna. And Dad tried some of the local cuisine.
Then Beany was born. We loved having him home that we never wanted to put him down. Nor did his grandparents.
Soon, Beany had his own friends and was having a barrel of laughs.
In September we had a party where Beany got to meet some of his cousins. They wanted to play with him at any cost.
After the party, Mom and Dad got to go to the U.S. Open.
We got a new house and moved in.
Things slowed down a bit while Beany learned to sit unassisted.
But after he learned there was nothing he couldn’t conquer, there was no stopping him.
Beany had his first trip (he was an angel on the plane both ways), where he met some Mom’s family for the first time and saw Dad’s sister for the first time since his party.
Then we hosted Thanksgiving and Christmas. David saw a lot of family and got a lot of presents.
All in all, it was a great year.
As always, our Saturdays are very relaxed. I woke up to feed Beany and worked a little on Netscape, posting stories and killing spam. All at my own pace while watching Beany sleep in his new bassinet/play yard. We took some pictures of Beany once Daddy woke to play with him. Hence the gorgeousness above. (Find more to the right on my flickr album.) Then Beany and I took a nap while Daddy updated our blogs. And, now, here we are enjoying the day with a little Dr. Who and Psych. Oh, how I love Saturdays.
As you’ve probably read on Tom’s site, he was looking for valid content about being a dad. Not helping mom, but actually being a father. After a long search, he found BeAGoodDad, a blogger whose wife also has a blog, www.BeAGoodMom.com. While on the site I found this entry, Be A Good Mom Â» Shout-Out- BAGD. I just want everyone to know that this is what a father and a man should be like, and I am lucky to just such in my life.
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He is clocked in and ready to go. I am not trying to make it look like â€œhe is a big help to me.â€ What I am saying is that is half of everything that goes on around here. He is not my parenting assistant. He is not my household vice president. Sure, we each have our spheres of influence, but those are defined by our capabilities, skills and interests, not antiquated gender roles.
It’s been quite a ride thus far and I have to say that I love every minute of it. Sure, I’m up at 2:47am just to give myself a chance to write and get some other things done but it’s worth it to have Beany in my life. I mean, look at him. What wouldn’t I do for him? What wouldn’t you do for him? Whatever he wants, with those puppydog eyes, I’ll probably give it to him.
Picture provided by Pa
And, yes, it’s a boy. I know he’s cute enough to be a girl but it’s a boy.
On Saturday a few family and friends came out to the Ross Pinetum in Central Park for a Potluck Picnic and to meet Beany. Besides a few people having a hard time finding the spot, we all had a blast. My uncle and a couple college friends came out. Tom’s family was there, including 3 of Beany’s cousins. We even got to meet our Belly Buddies from WhatToExpect.com. We had never met them before but we knew it was them as soon as we saw them. I think Beany may miss my curly hair because he smiled at my friend with curly hair a little too much for my taste. He was held by his big cousins then passed around for everyone to enjoy. After a while, and Pa was back from the store with cutlery, we finally ate. We munched on gourmet and not-so-gourmet cookies, fruit, pasta salad, nachos, chips and salsa, and , for dessert, carrot cake. And Beany had gourmet Enfamil and was then the centerpiece for our dining experience. Anyway, I think everyone had fun. There was good food, games, good conversation, laughter, and a lot of love all on a very nice day. So I’d like to thank everyone for coming out and I hope you’ll all share your pictures because Tom and I only got one.