My father-in-law sent me this pictures these week while I was at work. It makes my day to see Declan be on random adventures while I’m at work. My little man, the adventurer.
My little boy, you are now 3 months! Three months ago you came into my life and changed it for the better. You smile SO much. Every time you smile at me I melt. You’re starting to chuckle now too. When I kiss you and blow raspberries on your tummy you laugh. It’s the best sound ever.
You grew some much this past month. You can fit in 6 month clothes now. You’re starting to grab things now (mommy’s hair included) and you LOVE bath time. You’ve never cried during bath time. You reach for the water and sometimes you even start to fall asleep when you feel super relaxed.
Taking you to daycare this last month was the most difficult for me- but you made it so much easier. You’re the youngest at your daycare but you have just as much personality as the older kids. Your babysitter even says so- every day you amaze her. You grunt (your version of talking) to the other babies and pay attention to everything the other kids do.
I love spending time with you so much. I love walking around the house doing everyday things with you in my arms. I love watching you in the car through the rear-view mirror. I love watching you watch the world. It’s only been 3 months and you have already made me the proudest mom.
I totally ran out of time and didn’t get a costume this year- but next year! Next year I will dress the whole family. But at least my little dinosaur had a good time. Now time for the holidays!
I’ve decided to write a letter to my son once a month. Here’s my first one. . .
First of all, happy 2 months baby boy!
These past two months have been incredible! You have completely changed my life for the best. Although the learning is never ending, I’m proud to say that you’ve taught me how to be a mom. I can say “I’m a mom” and “my son,” all because of you. Saying that out loud gives me butterflies.
You’ve already grown so much! You had your two month wellness appointment yesterday. You got your first round of vaccines. I wanted to cry with you and I almost punched the nurse for making you cry but I know they were for your good.
You weigh 10lbs 13oz and you’re 24 inches long (95th percentile!). I think you’re going to be tall like you Grandpa Mario. You have no problem eating, whatsoever- bottle or breast. You started smiling so much in your second month! You especially smile when we call you “Super Declan.”
You’re calm for the most part and yell at us when you’re hungry. Literally yell. You make your dad and I laugh very much.
You love to be carried by your dad- you curl up and fall asleep in his arms, no problem. And it doesn’t matter how loud it is, you sleep “like a baby.” At night you let us sleep about 6 hours straight then you wake up to eat. Sometimes you don’t want to go back to sleep because you want to party (that’s why coffee is mommy’s good friend). You’re starting to hold your head all on your own- we are so proud of you.
Sometimes I miss having you inside me. Knowing that you’re safe and near. Feeling all of your movements. But actually knowing you in person is amazing. Not just because you’re my son- but you are so darn handsome. You make the cutest most animated faces. I totally stare at you when you’re sleeping- creepy, I know. But not really- I made you so I’m allowed. I’m addicted to taking pictures of you. And smelling you, holding you, carrying you- you get the point.
The point is, I couldn’t be happier and I thank you for that. This is only the beginning. I’m so excited to see you grow (but don’t grow too fast!) and to be your mom.
Te amo para siempre,
Yesterday was an awesome day. Family time, coffee, a long walk.
As cliche as it sounds, I cannot believe how quick time flies. I can’t believe Declan is already a month old! So I totally tortured him by taking a million pictures on my bed. Poor kid was looking at me like I was crazy. Luckily I managed to get some good ones- hello Christmas presents for the grandparents!
As for the birth announcement- I love so many of the designs on Mint and Tiny Prints but I really wanted to try to make “my own.” “My own” turned into a version of Bleubird’s for her little boy though. I love her’s, but mine turned out decent enough.
After 30 long hours of labor, I was blessed with my little man, Declan. He’ll be 3 weeks tomorrow and so far it has been an incredible experience. I was told that as soon as I saw him I would forget all of the horrible parts of pregnancy and labor; I must say it’s true. Yeah I sleep less and have less “me” time, but he’s totally worth it.
After my first week at home I started to get a little bit of cabin fever. By Declan’s second week I already managed to take him to his first coffee shop (Pappalecco in Little Italy). We also go on beach walks everyday. He sleeps a ton, but when he’s up, he is UP. Hopefully in the near future I’ll manage to post some non-sleepping photos of him.
5 days left (if he wants) until we meet our little man! Feet are swollen and belly is dropping- hopefully he doesn’t decide to go over his due date.
Read a really interesting article on A Cup of Jo this week- Ten Surprising Things About Parenting in Norway. What I found most interesting was that mom’s get 10 months 100% paid maternity leave (lucky! C’mom U.S.!) and that there’s no “playground culture” (kid museums, activities, parks) because everyone works.
I also found another great post on her blog about the oh-so-perfect French parenting- Motherhood Mondays: French Kids Eat Everything. I definitely want to read this book. I read Bringing Up Bebe by Pamela Druckerman and loved it. I loved the anthropological approach to the French parenting style. Full of great tips that I think make total sense.
I didn’t read many parenting books for this pregnancy. I don’t know if that makes me a “bad mother” but I honestly didn’t want to become one of those neurotic and obsessive mothers. I just want to enjoy it all and learn as it all unfolds.
Books I read:
Or as this article put it: “The last days of pregnancy— sometimes stretching to agonizing weeks—are a distinct place, time, event, stage. It is a time of in between. Neither here nor there. Your old self and your new self, balanced on the edge of a pregnancy. One foot in your old world, one foot in a new world.”
I welcome this next chapter of our lives with open arms; where we’ll become new selves.
|We went through a donut phase . . . thank you prego cravings.|
|Finally got around to making granola again. Here’s my favorite granola recipe.|
|Little brother and little sister’s first communion.|
|My beau “suffering” as he makes jam for Mother’s Day.
The gift theme for our mother’s this year was “homemade.” I made a lemon basil loaf.
Before everyone arrived for Mother’s Day brunch.