10 Things I Love About You...

Tagged my Hope 852

1. Your appreciation of food sounds. Whether it's the nyum nyum nyum sounds with your solids, or your mmmmmmm sounds when you're drinking your bottle.
2. The way you smile at me every morning.
3. How you spontaneously grab my face and plant a giant wet kiss on me.
4. Your tiny baby hugs.
5. The way you love all things animal, from bugs to dogs, when you squeal with delight, I know an animal is nearby.
6. How you sing yourself to sleep.
7. Your hysterical giggling when you go for your man goods.
8. How everyday is completely new to you.
9. How you stare into my eyes with total adoration just before you fall asleep at night.
10. Your frustration when you can't do things yourself.

Tag all the Mommies.

And all the Mommies in waiting, a special prayer for you.

Toes...

They're fascinating

Destiny...

Our lives are preordained, our paths already chosen... I don't, or didn't believe in it.

Scenario 1...

I am young, desperate for a waiteressing job. I phoned various restaurants and arranged a drop off of my CV. There was one little restaurant / coffee shop I had in mind, as an ideal. I still cannot remember why I was so hell bent on working there, perhaps it was the proximity to our house, perhaps the working hours... I contacted them and requested to speak to the owner or manager. After I had told my story and requested that I drop off my CV, he declined. I took a trip to the restaurant anyway and spoke to the owner. Today, I don't remember his face, all that I remember was the unpleasant exchange, throwing my CV on his reception counter, and fuming all the way to the bus stop. I kept telling myself over and over again that he was an arse, it had nothing to do with me.

Scenario 2...
About a year after the above exchange, a friend at work, introduced me to his father. A pleasant man, whom I was instantly attracted to. Our age difference, my history, and his recent divorce, seemed to constantly put obstacles in our path. After denying our attraction for months, he kissed me... I kissed him back it was electric. But still, life seemed determined to pull us apart. From family, to financial problems, we stuck it out, we loved each other, fiercely, passionately. There were times we felt like packing it in, but somehow, something, always pulled us closer, when those dark times were thrust on us.

Scenario 3...
10 years on, last week.

My husband and I were sitting in bed, chatting about decisions people make, and how it changes our lives. How one decision changes the people we meet, our personalities, our very existence.

Husband: I wonder why I sold my restaurant?
Me: You had a restaurant?
Hubby: Yes, when I got divorced and moved down here. I needed to do something I'd never done before. I bought a restaurant, had it for a few months and then felt I needed to sell it.
Me: Oh, which restaurant was it?
Hubby: That little bistro at shopping centre xyz, the one under the escalator, it was called B.
Me: You're the arse!!!!!!
Hubby: What?
Me: I applied for a job with you. You told me to get poked and I threw my CV at you!
Hubby: You were the hot blonde? I wanted you even then.
Me: Pervert.
Hubby: You're still hot and I still want you.
Me: You're still an arse.

We lay there in the dark, and I wondered how it was that we met back then. Why I was so determined to work at that particular restaurant. How my husband was given to me not once, but twice...

Soulful Child

7 months.

I can bearly comprehend where time has gone,

and I never knew how much one human being could love another, until you were born.

The nurses couldn't stop commenting on how old fashioned you were.

One of them called you a 'pasgebore baba'.

As you get older, I can see what they meant,

there is so much soul in your eyes.

Such wisdom...

Happy 7 months my boy,

I love you with every fibre of my being.

To 2 of my ladies in life

My gorgeous Emma.

You bring sunshine to our day in each and every way.
You amaze us while you learn in each and every turn.
You are our treasured prize, show laughter with your eyes.
We love you oh so much because our heart you touch.

Happy Birthday for the 11th Angel.
By Michael Charles Messineo

And my fabulous sister Carmen.
I know you are not well, and it's possibly the worst way to spend your birthday.
But, we love you and hope you had a fantastic day on the 9th.

Love you forever baby sis.

Pre conceived ideas

Before I fell pregnant, and even whilst pregnant, I had pre conceived ideas on things I would never do once I was a mother. Clearly I had no clue, and I think I have learned my lesson, at least for now. Here are my top 10, (there are many more):

1. I will NEVER breastfeed: Out came a tiny, no where near the expected 4kg baby, who was slightly prem, and dropping weight far too quickly. When we were discharged 2 and a half days later and he was a meagre 50 grams over the required discharge weight of 2kgs I decided that my body was the only thing that would nourish him. I tried, I failed dismally and to my extreme suprise, I was bitterly disappointment when the 1st bottle of formula nourished him more than I did. Having said that, number 2 will definitely not have boob. I simply cannot put another little life through the trauma and allergies Jordan experienced in those 1st few days of life, and I definitely don't think my ego can take yet another bruising.
2. My baby will sleep in his own room from day 1: 6 months later, he moved into his room and Mommy is stilling battling to adjust, especially when I don't hear his noisiness throughout the night.
3. I will NEVER co sleep: Pure exhaustion put and end to that one very quickly. I still admit to falling asleep whilst feeding him, only to be woken 2 or 3 hours later by my husband telling me to move him back to his bed.
4. I will not be one of those paranoid Mommies who sterilizes everything and changes linen everyday: Um.... excuse me, I have some bottles to steam and some laundry to clean.
5. I will not abandon my friends in pursuit of Mommyhood: Unfortunately yes, I have. My weekends are my precious moments with my son, and I value every second of those two days.
6. I will not burst with pride at ever snot bubble blown, grin received or coo that sounds like Mamma: Read my previous posts on Jordan. Nuff said.
7. I will not stick grown up food in my baby's mouth: Clearly I had no perception of how powerful a babies ability is to manipulate a grown ups hand.
8. I need 1 night a month away from baby, to catch up on some much needed r & r: Alas poor Granny is still waiting for her sleep over. I can hadle borkn seepl. Promise.
9. I can still be a sexy presentable Mother, Hollywood does it, why can't I: What I didn't bank on was a reflux baby. I cannot go 30 minutes without projectile vomit splattering me somewhere. I am thinking of bottling my scent and calling it Eau de Cotch by Jordan. Nice ring to it, no?
10. I will never get wee'ed on. Everyone can see when a boy baby needs to wee: Not so I tell you. As in adult life, that teeny tiny winky has a mind of it's own. Sometimes it just sneaks up on you and catches you in the eye.

No I've told you mine. Please tell me yours in a separate blog post. I'd love to hear from the Mommies in waiting and the Mommies to be as well. May be interesting to go back on your lists and see which of yours have been changed by your bundle of joy.