Photo by Evelyn Molina Photography
It’s more than just a red high chair. According to Mrs. FWL, this particular style of wood high chair is highly sought-after for the first-year-birthday cake smash.
But it wasn’t always red. And it wasn’t always en vogue for what is really the parents’ “first birthday” (we all know baby doesn’t remember this
expensive special day).
Time. A four-letter word that has never had more meaning in my life than now.
I knew that becoming a parent would significantly change the available time I had to myself in a given 24 hour period; I would have had to be an idiot to think differently. But I didn’t realize how it would change.
If I didn’t have boobs, I’d still be sleeping.
Breastfeeding is a very personal decision. But it’s also hard (so I’ve been told) and incredibly fulfilling for those that (a) are able to do it and again, (b) choose to do it. Mrs. FWL falls into both categories.
I have to admit, breastfeeding allowed me much more sleep than I expected during the first several months. While I did wake up whenever Isabel started crying, or get up during the nights to help whenever possible, I was fortunate enough to go right back to sleep… while Mrs. FWL was sometimes up for over an hour, multiples times a night. I know that the non-breastfeeding partner is not always this lucky.
I actually remember typing on a typewriter when I was younger. My dad had one of the more “advanced” models that had some digital aspects to it (don’t ask me the specifics, but I’m sure he could tell you), but it was a typewriter nonetheless. I suppose back then it was cool to hear the click-click of the keys and the ding of the paper wheel. I remember always being slightly amazed with the “backspace” function on this model because it actually blotted out the letter/word for you.
He told me stories about typing papers in college and the absolute nightmare it was to make changes. Just the thought of retyping a page, or many pages, because you had to change one sentence, or rearrange one paragraph makes my skin crawl. Something so simple now, was an arduous and emotionally painful process not too long ago. (Can you imagine what it was like when EVERYTHING was handwritten, gah!)
Can I Google ‘How to make your baby laugh?’
Just like adults, some babies laugh more than others. Isabel has always been, and still is, more of a serious baby. She observes everything, soaks it all in, and then, if you’re lucky, shows some emotion.
Early on, she was a tough nut to crack. She smiled a lot, but she didn’t laugh all that much.
This update is combined for two reasons. The first is that I always seems to neglect these monthly updates until days before her next monthly-birthday, and secondly, these two months are very related – splitting them up would have been too confusing for me and thus you, and I care about your feelings. So without further adieu…
As soon as people find out you are having a baby, they are eager to give advice, whether or not it is actually solicited. In their defense they are just excited for you and have been waiting to share their acquired wisdom. And when said advice is first heard, it sounds glorious, as if each tidbit of top secret parent information will surely make our impending life change much easier. But alas, we soon learn that some is pure gold, some is pure crap, and the rest falls somewhere between helpful and cliche.