join me in the new journey of motherhood as i add it to my life of fitness, green living, and creative happenings
Monday, October 31, 2011
Nothing says Halloween Like a Bouncy Castle
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Sick Sunday
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Road Trip
New Favorite Posada
Monday, October 10, 2011
Baby Gym
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Bath Time
Leon and I have gone full circle with taking baths. When he was really young he didn't seem to like water (or taking off his clothes) at all (that I understand is to be expected). I also didn't like giving him baths. It was scary and hard. He was too small for the tub but soon became too big for the sink or the little baby bath tubs. Then when he was six months old he started to enjoy taking baths, together with one of his parents. Even though I was in the tub, I usually put the barely timpid water really low and kept one hand on him at all times. I usually only gave him a bath every other day (which my mom also said was wrong but per books and doctors was ok). Then he had a few days here and there where he seemed not to like taking a bath. But now he really loves bathtime esp bubbles! He sits in the jazzuci bath by himself or with one of us and plays and splashes.
Monday, October 3, 2011
It Wasn't All Bad
And the Worst Parent Award Goes to....
We spent four days in the mountains: hiking, visiting dairy farms, bird watching, and watching Leon almost die! Ok, so maybe I am exaggerating. Leon fell into a Coy Pond. Leon fell head first into a cement lined man-made pond. I was standing right beside him and instead of being the super mom I think I am (I didn't grab him and save the day) I started screaming and covered my eyes. In the meantime Jeff pulled him out of the water. He didn't drown. He was not coughing and luckily did not hit his head. But it seemed as if his little life flashed before my eyes. The next morning he fell face forward into a cement/stone/rock walkway. That produced a swollen area and several cuts and scrapes on his forehead. I joked that Leon spends entire weeks with the Nanny without a single scratch and spends a few days with his parents and has cuts and scrapes all over his body (oh he has a random scratch on his knee from falling in the airport). Everyone says we should get used to scratches and scraps and that he'll have more. But it's soooo hard to see him in pain especially when I feel like I could have prevented it.