Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Have you ever had one of those mornings?

This picture isn't from this morning, but it captures how we all felt yesterday morning! There is a 97% chance that EC will be up once or less a night, but we beat the odds (ha!) and experienced a rare multiple-waking night and we're all finally recouping. In case you were wondering, I refused his request for coffee in his monkey cup.

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Monday, April 27, 2009

It's official, EC is mobile!

At "approximately" 9:05am on Monday, April 27th, 2009....EC crawled. See for yourself.

First attempt


Second time's a charm. It's a sign of the times when the two things he's crawling for are a Wiimote and an I-Phone!!

Nick and I are so proud of our little man for finally putting one knee in front of the other. He was a pro at getting on all 4's and rocking, maybe taking an occasional step but never really crawling.

Lastly, EC and I went to Douglass for the day this weekend. We got to spend some time with Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Mark, Cousin AA (maybe I should change his name, kinda sounds like he likes to throw a couple back and he's not even 10!) and Cousin DL. The latter of the two is in love with EC and even has her very own baby doll named EC! She sure comes in handy when the real EC has a wet diaper or is hungry for some baby food. See?

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Sleepless in Seattle Wichita

While I was pregnant there were only a handful of people that warned me about sleep deprivation. And from that handful, I don't recall any of them telling me it would last uhhhh, 10 months or more. I will try my best to keep the whining to a minimum here, but to those who know me best know that this has been a struggle to say the least.

Admittedly, it has gotten a lot better but I would be a liar if I said I've gotten 8 straight hours of sleep since EC moved from my womb to his room. Don't get me wrong, he has slept several 8+ hour stretches but I have not. You see, I had been so used to him waking a time or two at night, that once he started sleeping longer I would still wake up and begin to imagine all the things that could be wrong. Is his blanket wrapped around his head? Did he flip on his belly and now can't breathe? Did he fall out of his crib? You just never know. Sooooo, I became the world's quietest tip-toer and would check on him a couple times a night. Sometimes I'd even gently put my hand on him to make sure he was still breathing! Am I the only one who has purposely woken their baby up to make sure they were ok?  This crazy routine went on for about 6 or 7 months. NOW, I will stay in my own bed like a good little girl unless, of course, "someone" hollers for me.

And this, my friends, happens once a night about 90% of the time. The other 10% consists of multiple wakings (3%) or a FULL NIGHT OF SLEEP (7%) for EC. I know, I know, some of you are probably shaking your head wondering why we haven't "Ferberized" little EC. Well, to be honest, I can't stomach the crying. There seems to be a very strong maternal-issued bone in my body that forbids any kind of extended crying, I just can not allow it. Nick and I did try our own version of the Ferber method, and it was successful in getting EC to easily fall asleep, just not to stay asleep. It also involved a lot of crying. I wonder if there is an adult version of the Ferber method?

Every single night as I tell my tired baby goodnight, I think to myself, "this will be the night, this will be the night" and at 4am, as I'm sitting in the rocking chair nursing EC, I actually think to myself that I wouldn't trade this moment for the world. Holding my half-asleep, warm-bodied, soft-skinned, yummy-smelling, beautiful baby boy. Just delicious, don't you think?

Yawn. All this talk of sleep has made me sleepy. Maybe tonight will be the night!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


Meet EC. 
Handsome little fellow if I do say so myself.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


Hi, let me start by introducing myself and those close to me. My name is Sherry, my husband's name is Nick and we've got a little boy, E.C. (the reason I decided to start this blog). EC isn't what we actually call him, but for the sake of a little privacy that's what I'll refer to him as. Not to mention, my husband appreciates the line from the movie, There Will Be Blood, as the dad introduces his 6-ish year old son to a prospective client (use a southern drawl for effect), "Meet my son and business partner, H.W". Most of you reading this probably already know my family and me but it just seems right to give a little bit of background just in case you may be one of those people who have stumbled upon this tiny blog by pure accident, and then decided to stay awhile.

Without further ado....a little about me. I recently left a great career and traded it in for a much more demanding job as a SAHM (Stay At Home Mom). It was a scary decision to be honest. To leave a great job that I'd worked hard at, to give up my salary and all those benefits, and to
assume I'd love staying home everyday. By the same token, it was also the easiest decision I'd ever made. I feel so lucky to be with EC every single day
(approaching 300 days, but who's counting?), and I have my husband to thank for it. Speaking of my husband, well, he isn't the type of guy who would be interested in having a bunch of personal stuff written about him in my blog (or anyone else's for that matter) so I will keep it simple. He is a brilliant, witty, sarcastic, passionate, loyal, funny, and driven husband/man/dad/businessman. I should also mention he is an awesome Daddy, EC couldn't have picked a better one.

So let me sum up EC's last 9.5 months for you in a paragraph in case you aren't already up to speed. He was born on the Fourth of July, 3 weeks early by emergency C-section due to an alarmingly low fetal heart rate. He weighed in at a whooping 5lbs 6oz. and was 18 inches long. He spent his first 3 days of life in the NICU due to fluid on his lungs and some other minor problems. It was a very scary time for us though, and all if it happened so fast. After he passed all the tests, quizzes and exams in the NICU he was swaddled up and sent home with us. Truth be told, I was
ready to leave the hospital. He was so tiny, and fragile, and unpredictable, I should also mention I had no prior experience with babies let alone a teeny one. After a few days though, we got the hang of it. I ("we", actually) only dropped him once. I'm not joking, it was awful! EC rolled right off the couch when he wasn't more than 2 months old. He was fine, still swaddled up tightly as he hit the ground. I still cringe when I think of it, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who let their little baby fall 2 feet off the couch, am I? Fast forward to present day: EC is nearly 10 months old, has blondish hair, big bright blue eyes, two bottom teeth, a HUGE grin, a dimple on the right cheek and quite possibly a love for music.

I wished I had started this blog 10 months ago, but I hadn't even given it a second thought until one of the mom's from the Mom and Tot Group I belong to said I should start one. Apparently it's what lots of parents do, so I figured "why not?". Let the fun begin (now if I could just figure out how to load photos, then we'll be in business)!