The View From My Window

Well after watching the snow fall I decided that the weather here deserved a post of it's own but of course I can't post a post without something about Raglan so I'll have to tell you about my latest best $20 spent. Jolly Jumper. We love it :) Raglan spends a bit of time everyday in this thing and loves it for the most part, probably not as much as I love watching him in it.
He's so cute as he moves his legs. He can't quite control direction yet so when it spins him away from where we are he tries so hard to turn his head to watch us still even though we are behind him. Soon he'll learn how to move his legs to turn his whole body. :) Sunday to Tuesday last week we enjoyed a brief visit from my parents. It was fun to have them here and see how much Raglan has changed again even though it was short. Just after they left we were all hit by a nasty cold and John and I had it the worst with fevers and ear infection (John) and the shakes etc, but Raglan escaped with a sore throat (at least that's all I could tell), which I am so thankful for. I'm starting to feel the mom body building begin as Raglan now weighs in at 15 lbs 9 oz. My current favorite thing about him is when he wakes up in his crib and talks to himself instead of crying. Then when I go to pick him up he looks up at me and gives me the hugest smiles. I LOVE IT. Anyways, that was a bit random but that's all from us for now.

Parenthood...

I was reading a post on a blog of a dear friend of ours and this post caught my attention. To read the whole story click here but I've clipped out my favorite part. (Ashleigh, I hope you don't mind).

When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm's way; to answering their coos, cries, questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys, and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming that gets the checkout line shaking its head.

It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.

It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.

It's constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family and friends, well-meaning and otherwise. It's resisting constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.

It's doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything -- language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity. Empathy. Everything.

Having just embarked on this adventure I smiled when I read this.