Sunday, September 26, 2010

One

A year ago today, my baby made his traumatic entrance into this world. At 32 weeks, 3 days. We were so ill-prepared, we didn't even have our camera. Will's first picture was taken with a cell phone. I was loopy from drugs and the experience was not at all as I imagined it would be.

Having a baby in the NICU is a complicated thing. For one, he doesn't really feel like he belongs to you. I had to ask permission to change his diaper. Hold him. Also, everyone you know asks when he'll be coming home, and having to admit that you haven't a clue is the most heartbreaking thing.

On his first birthday, it's impossible not to recall how this whole thing got started. After 15 days we brought him home. And he was officially ours.

Our baby.
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We've never been the host/hostess type. Planning and organizing parties is a completely foreign thing. Case in point: we had approximately 13 people at our wedding and I wore a $20 dress.

So how does one even begin to celebrate the life of the single most important person to exist in their world?

You go as big as you know how.
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When you hold a cake in front of an already-grumpy-in-need-of-a-nap baby who's dying to get his hands on it, you can expect the only family picture taken on his birthday to look like this:
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After cake, Will was taken directly to bed for a "nap." After about 20 minutes of "napping," I decided to let him re-join his party. Only to walk in on him standing there naked in a puddle of pee. Dude knows how to party.
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Will, everyone likes to remind me that you will not remember this day. But I will. I will always remember the love and effort that went into the planning and preparation - just to make your first birthday our own version of perfect. I will always remember the people that came to help us celebrate you. You are so loved. I hope you always remember that.

Friday, September 17, 2010

He gets it from his Mama

And what would that be? His good looks, of course.

Will looks like me. Not Mike. Case closed.
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I have also bestowed upon him the voice of an angel.


Glee Baby from Carrie Harmsen on Vimeo.

Like his Mama, Will believes in making a fashion statement. What statement would that be? I don't care if my polar bear granny panties are sticking up out of my too-small-pants when I lean over to put my baby in his carseat. Or something to that effect.
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Lately, a good day means taking a shower BEFORE putting back on yesterday's lounge wear. Granny panties being the least of my concern.

Other things we've done this week.

Ummm.... 'discovering' the toilet paper roll.
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'Playing' with the cat.
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Who me?

Blowing bubbles.
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Pop!

Standing like a big boy. For a few seconds, anyway.
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Baking chocolate chip cookies from scratch and devouring them. Because cookies baked from scratch are so insanely good, they should take way more effort to make. As I am likely to now make this a daily routine.
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And things that assure me Will is also Mike's child? I decided to share a cookie with him before I, you know, ate them all. He put it right down and, instead, went for his cracker.


We're getting ready for fall around here. As a former teacher, fall was never my favorite time of year (for obvious reasons, no?). Now, I'm relishing in cooler weather and looking forward to pumpkin picking.
I scored Will's costume on ebay for 2 bucks. In looking at it, it's probably a good thing I didn't spend MORE than 2 bucks on it. But, eh, he's only going to wear it for a few hours.
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Monday, September 13, 2010

Yesterday was a good day

Every September Mike's company has a family fun day at a local amusement park. Usually Mike and I go and ride roller coasters all day. We eat tons of food and drink lots of soda. We inevitably find at least one poor sap that shows up in his buisness suit and have a laugh at his expense. We usually have a grand ol' time. And it's a completely free day.


We knew this year, our first with a baby in tow, would be different. We didn't even know if Will would be able to ride anything. But we figured it would be a fun way to spend a Sunday. So we went.
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We walked around and met some new friends.
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We found a kiddie ride and decided to give it a try. I strapped Will in, and, since he seemed fine with the whole thing, took my place OUTSIDE THE FENCE.
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We found another ride for him to try. This time Will rode with a little girl.
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Why isn't she smiling? Um, probably because Will kept pulling her hair.

A family ride on the antique cars.
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And, of course, the carousel.
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The day started off cloudy and rather yuck, but by afternoon the sun was out. It was a different kind of amusement park experience for us, but, yeah, it was a good day.
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Until next year...

And look who was waiting for us to get home...
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