Happy Mommy Day

Mothers’ day is important to me. And my husband has always tried hard to make it special.

When I was pregnant with our daughter, he was incredibly sweet and bought me a mother’s day gift. I still have the note he attached written on lined journal paper telling me how happy he was that I’m the mother of his children. Every year he reminds me that he still feels that way.

This year for Mothers’ Day, the hubby bought me fancy bubble bath (and we all know I love a good bubble bath!), but the real present of the day was that he taught our daughter to say three adorable words together:


Our Compassionate Kiddo

For the last few months, we’ve been noticing that Lulu is a very sensitive and compassionate little girl. I’m not sure why, but I didn’t expect a child so young to be as aware of other people’s feelings as she is. I’ve discovered that she’s very upset if she thinks someone else is hurting, but she’s also very excited if someone else is happy. These are just a few examples.

The first time it really hit me how sympathetic Lulu is was when we were reading a book called “The Boy and the Moon.” The moon gets stuck in the tree, so the little boy climbs up and feeds it apples until it’s “so big and round and full that it rolled right out of the tree and into the night sky.”

Every time I read the part about the moon getting stuck and everyone being sad, Lulu covers her eyes and makes a heartbreaking “nooo” noise. But when the moon is saved and everyone starts dancing again, she breaks out into a big grin. I hate to say it, but I’ve actually started trying to read her books with less emotion so that I don’t upset her so much.


Baby Boy’s Arrival

Well I promised you a birth story, so here it is. You should probably know that Lulu arrived one day before her due date. By the time we got to the hospital with her, I was already 7 cm dilated, and she was born about 2 hours later.

The Gibster proved that every baby is different, even before we got to meet him. Remember how I said that a nurse practitioner got my hopes up that he would come early? Well, she was wrong. As we got closer to his due date, I was convinced that each day would be the day. Once January 21st came and passed, I had definitely had enough of being pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat, but I was so ready to hold our baby boy in my arms instead of my belly.


Lulu and her puppy

Most of you probably know that Hubby and I got a puppy in September of 2009. We got married that July, and he had promised me I  could get a dog after the wedding. After looking and looking, we decided to get a black lab from the Humane Society.

I’m allergic to some kinds of dogs, so we drove all the way to Buffalo (MN) to meet Tank. I fell in love that day, but to be on the safe side we went home to see if I would get sneezy. Since I didn’t, we drove back the next day and picked him up.


Playing at the park with baby

Baby girl is almost a year old, but we haven’t
really played with her at the park yet. Last summer, she was too little. And
let’s face it, Minnesota winters aren’t exactly conducive to playing outside
with a baby.

So today we took baby girl to the park on our way
home from church. There’s a park close to my parent’s house that has a special
toddler area. Instead of sand or woodchips, it has the semi-squishy rubber
ground. There are baby swings and a small jungle-gym with a slide.


My Mother’s Day

You might not know this, but Sunday was actually my second Mother’s Day. Last year when I was pregnant with our daughter, my husband was incredibly thoughtful and bought me a Mother’s Day present. The card attached said “I am so happy you are the mother of my child. Happy first Mother’s Day.”

How sweet is that?

I was so touched that he wanted to celebrate me on Mother’s Day last year. So you can see that he set high expectations for himself. This year, he definitely met those expectations.

On Friday afternoon, Hubby came home from work and was clearly excited. Picture a little boy on Christmas, and you’ll have a pretty good idea of what I mean.

I was rocking baby girl in her bedroom when Hubby came in. He asked if he could give me my Mother’s Day present early. What was I going to say? No? So he brought a plastic shopping bag into the room and pulled out two beautifully framed pictures.

We took at trip to Peru in 2008 and brought home these gorgeous watercolors. I’ve wanted to get them framed for a long time but never expended the effort to make it happen, so Hubby did it for me. I love them!

But it’s definitely not the present that made my Mother’s Day special. It was how much thought and effort went into that gift. It was knowing that my husband loves me for lots of reasons, and one of those reasons is that I am the mother of his child. We have a gorgeous baby girl, and I’m proud to be her mama.

What’s worth worrying about?

When I was pregnant, I totally thought I was going to be one of those mothers who walks around with a bottle of hand sanitizer and refusing to let people touch the baby until their hands were clean and they promised not to kiss the baby. Thankfully for all of us, I’m not one of those members of the mommy club.

I also thought I might end up being the kind of mother who needed a video monitor to rest assured that she was not tangled in the covers or suffocating in the crib bumper. Again, thankfully a regular sound monitor does just fine for us.


Heooooo. Can you hear me now?

I don’t know whether to break out the camera and document this “milestone” or cry because of what it must say about my life. Today, baby girl picked up my cell phone, put it to her ear and said “heooooo.” Then she gave me a big grin.

Normally, she picks up my phone and tries to eat it. This time, she knew what to do with it. Then she did it again when her daddy got home!


Where’s baby girl? There she is!

Babies all over the world love to play peek-a-boo, or so I’m told. A friend was over for dinner last week, and she said that playing peek-a-boo makes babies in India giggle too.   

I believe it. The game itself is simple, but that’s part of why babies love it so much.

This is the first game baby girl really understood. Only we don’t say “peek-a-boo.” I have no idea why, but when baby girl was only a few weeks old, Hubby started saying “Where’s L?” when he hid behind a blanket and then “There she is!” when he pulled it away. It stuck.


Reading with baby

During the weekends, my favorite time with baby girl is the morning. She’s so smiley and happy, and she loves to play. During the week, I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with her in the morning, but I do get to spend the afternoons with her.

I usually get home at least a few minutes before Hubby, so baby girl and I feed the puppy and head up to her bedroom to play. I’m not the most organized person in the world, so her floor it littered with toys and books. But you know what? If I put them away, she’s just going to get them out again. And besides, there aren’t that many toys yet.


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