My dad and Oliver down at the creek... a favorite place to be
My niece on the ropeswings
She gets a little crazy sometimes!
My nephew Judah in a pool of algae down at the creek. I also grew up playing with this stuff but for some reason it doesn't appeal to me the same way anymore :)
Taking the ferry from Larkspur to the Giants Game...it was windy!
We had a big group for the game. This is my brother and I on the ferry.
My sister had arranged a private meeting with Will Clark for her husband's 30th birthday gift so Oliver got to meet him at his first Giants game! He didn't care much but we got a kick out of it :)
My sister Alice and her husband John
It was a lot of fun but maybe too exciting for the baby... he kept me busy the whole game
Being loved by Grandma and Grandpa and cousin Jacoby
Jacoby wanted to love Oliver so much. I am excited to see how their friendship develops.
Uncle Sean is so much fun to play with in the pool! Judah had to wear Darragh's floral bathing suit with the inflatable things built in. He looked so silly in it but he didn't seem to care.
Oliver is reaching for things and he especially loves the strap on my camera.
Oliver finally got to meet his Auntie Kalani! She was here for his birth but he came so late that she had to go back to Arkansas before he was born. Thank you for coming back to see us Kalani!
Found my mouth!
Daddy knows how to bounce me the best. I cannot help myself -I just fall asleep in his arms.
Can you see all the scratches on my face? It looks like I was mauled by a cat but I did that to myself when mommy makes me go to bed.
If you go by weeks, Oliver is 3 months old today. However, if you want to keep him as young as possible like I do, you can wait until tomorrow, the 27th, and then celebrate. In my mind and in a lot of the books I have read, 3 months is the cut off for being considered a "new baby" and I guess that is why I am hesitant to commit to the age. Of course he looks older and his cry is loud and intentional instead of the old baby animal squeeks he used to make. He knows where his mouth is and now puts everything he can get a hold of (or thinks he has a hold of) directly into it. He has found his feet but I don't know if he actually realizes that they are HIS feet or just a new toy that is conveniently around all the time. He rolls over from his belly to his back and Sean says he has gone the other way but I haven't seen it so I don't believe it :) I don't like how fast everything is going so I live in denial about all his developmental milestones and think of ways that I can limit his motor skills. We tried out the Bumpo chair and the Jonny Jump Up the other day and thankfully he was still too small for both- although it won't be long before he grows out of them! I have already boxed up many of his clothes that are too small and am already seeing that I will have to do it again soon. Of course we are still totally in love with him and we still spend a good part of our days laying around with him but now instead of Sean and I smiling and laughing at him, he does it with us. There is nothing in this world sweeter than that first smile of the morning when he first lays eyes on us. The sun is up and so his little eyes are squinty and blinking while they adjust to the light and then when he can finally focus, his whole entire being contracts with delight. He truly is the joy of my life.
However, joy of my life he may be, he has not been an easy baby. He is gassy and frequently squirms in his discomfort which is so hard to watch since there is little I can do that I am not already doing. In getting him to sleep, we have let him cry it out but he scratches his face in his protest. He like me to hold him constantly but he wants me to be standing up holding him... none of this sitting down business! I have been encouraged that this is all part of the job as his mommy and even after the toughest days, I still ooze with love for this boy. I am fully immersed into my role and I love it. Somewhere in the not so far back of my mind I know these days are fleeting and in only a few weeks it will be different yet again. We live across the street from an elementary school and I have watched parents drop their kids off for the first time and I just sit in my rocking chair with my fussy baby and hold him just a little tighter and lean in and smell his sweaty, spit-up neck, knowing that that day will come for us too and how I will miss this time.
Speaking of the future, my first day of work is this Sunday. I will not go into details about how badly I don't want to go (because I have to go and I am trying to be positive about it) but I don't want to go. A part of me feels like I have to leave this wonderful world of Oliver and turn in my "mommy keys" and go back to real life. Sean will stay home with the baby and I am glad for them to have this time together but I confess I am battling against deep feelings of resentment and even a little anger at God. I have wanted to be a mom since I was a little girl and the idea of being a working mom was not part of my plan. I am trying to be positive and so I am thankful that I have a job and I am thankful that I have a husband who sees his role with our son as as valuable as he does. This is our real life and I want to live in it and enjoy it and not be so fearful of the future.
Anyways.... let me dry my eyes and move on..... August has been a full month but we didn't do anything remarkable or go anywhere worth sharing. We spent a lot of time trying to take care of our baby and get our new daily life organized. I joined a mommy group (that I love!) and I have gotten to spend time with friends here in Davis. I started to workout again and am trying to take better care of myself. This summer has been wonderful but I am ready to move on and see that I will be OK, because I know myself and I know I will.
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