I turned 33 over the weekend. Wow! I feel old. Ha! Time is such a funny thing. In that when you are in the moment it can sometimes seem very slow but when you look back over a period of time it is so fast. I sometimes wonder how on earth I graduated from high school 15 years ago. It seems like it was just yesterday. But a lot has happened to me in those 15 years for sure.
I used to have this weird obsession with hating the number three. I didn’t like a three to be in any number that pertained to me: hotel rooms, phone numbers, dates, etc. I developed this weird hatred for the number sometime around my 23rd birthday. See I always thought threes were bad luck for me. Anytime there had been a three in my age I connected it to something bad happening:
3 years old: I cut my face on a swing set so severely that I had to have surgery to sew it up, every picture of me from thereon out I have vitamin E cream slathered on, and I still have the scar today.
13 years old: I contracted bacterial meningitis and encephalitis (swelling of the brain) and was hospitalized for a while. I ended up having a seizure in a swimming pool at summer camp 90 minutes away from my house. My 10 year old brother saved my life by dragging an unconcious me to the side of the pool and alerting the lifeguards that his sister was drowning.
23 years old: This isn’t something I regularly talk about but I was married before Keith. I got married right out of college to a guy who was not very nice. He was verbally and physically abusive and it took me all of 9 months to get he hell out of dodge. I got divorced at 23.
30 years old: I had two miscarriages.
31 years old: I had fertility problems and couldn’t get pregnant.
So it would seem that threes weren’t exactly very nice to me. But. I realized that for every bad thing that happened there was a good thing too! It’s all in the way you look at things. I tend to be a half glass empty kind of girl but what if I wasn’t. What if I saw the good in the number three.
3 years old: My brother was born. In fact I got into the swing set accident the week my mom brought him home from the hospital.
13 years old: My brother saved my life.
23 years old: I had the courage to walk out on a marriage that was unhealthy and dangerous. I was a strong woman who stood up for herself and walked out to a better life.
30 years old: I decided to go back to school to become a teacher. I stopped working in a career I was unhappy in and sought out one that I actually wanted.
31 years old: We got Bella. After the second miscarriage I needed to be a mother and we adopted the best dog in the world. I feel like Bella really saved me from going through a major depression and helped me to put my feet forward. I also got pregnant with Trey…in what would be our third times a charm baby!
32 years old: I had Trey. I actually had Trey on October 27, 2013 and I had had my first miscarriage on October 26, 2011. Talk about coming full circle.
33 years old: I have the most amazing 5 1/2 month old in the world with an amazing husband (of almost 8 years) by my side!
What’s ironic is that Trey was our third pregnancy. He was our third times a charm baby and in honor of that we actually named him Trey (which means three) and he was born in the year 2013. And my anniversary is actually on April 30th, a day I married the best man in the world for me. So all in all I’d say the number three has become my lucky number and one that I will always always love.
So 33? This is going to be the best year ever. :)
Trey is 5 months old!
I swear time goes by so fast! Everyone warned me but sheesh…I can not believe it’s already been five months. Crazy! I also can’t believe how much he changes from month to month. I don’t notice it while it’s happening because I see him everyday but when I look at a collage like this it blows me away!
- Sucking on his fingers
- Sitting Up
- Bath time
- The Stroller (FINALLY)
- Grabbing things (anything)
- His activity play center
- Holding blankets (my mom calls him a little Linus)
- Being outside
This past month has been my favorite so far. He is much more interactive than ever before. He recognizes me and Keith and smiles at us when he sees us or thinks we’re being funny. He also realizes he can make sounds and when he figures out how to make a new one he does it over and over and over. He also loves (and I mean loves) mirrors. He makes the greatest expressions when looking at himself. I could just watch him for hours.
I just love our little boy so much and can not even begin to express how blessed I feel. Happy 5 months Baby Trey!
Today is Keith’s birthday!!
I love birthdays. I love celebrating birthdays. In fact I define time not in terms of the calendar years but by my age…hence birthday years! Who doesn’t love a birthday?!?
Check this picture out of me and Keith 10 years ago when we were first dating. Such babies we were!
I can’t believe we are celebrating our 10th birthday together. Time flies. I love him more today than I did in this picture and at the time this picture was taken that was unfathomable.
So many people hate birthdays and that makes me sad. A birthday doesn’t have to mean just getting older. It can mean you made it another year! Think about the joy that that year brought! A birthday means you experienced more, you loved more, you grew. A birthday means that in a world of uncertainty you get to wake up and have the people who love you celebrate you and your life.
So today I celebrate Keith. The man who makes my life better and whom I could not live without. He’s the best husband, father, and person I know.
Happy Birthday Baby. I love you.
I loved the “what” post that Caitlin did a few weeks ago so I thought I would do it too.
What I’m Wearing:
I feel like I am one of those people who either looks put together or looks like a complete slob. Picture below (obviously the one on the left was taken pre-hair cut a couple of weeks ago) I am in my work clothes (jean dress from Old Navy and boots from Nordstom) and then on the right is me at home completely not matching in my boxers and beloved red sweater that my husband hates with a passion. Clearly I need to find some middle ground. Ha!
What I’m Loving:
Face Time! Like I’ve told you guys, I leave for work before Trey wakes up so Keith Face Times every morning usually around 7:45 after our morning announcements. The kids love it! When the phone rings they all start whispering, “Baby Trey is calling!” It’s cute and I always let the kids say hi. The whole call lasts maybe 5 minutes but it is the best thing getting to see my little man in the morning even if it is over a screen.
What I’m Eating:
This was a random day of eats one day earlier this week. Obviously not in order either. Heh, I was too lazy to fix the picture. Salad beast for lunch with chicken and olive oil and red wine vinegar for my dressing, breakfast was 2 eggs over easy on top of toast with strawberry jelly and coffee, snack was a flaxseed paleo muffin (I posted the recipe on Instagram) and an almond butter pack (am I the only one who just squeezes those into my mouth?? So good!) And Dinner…well no dinner picture happened. I blame it on the fact that usually dinner is made and eaten with one hand while I hold Trey. Hence no hands for a picture.
What I’m Needing:
A vacation. Preferably one that includes a bathing suit and a beach. We are taking Trey to the beach for the first time this summer and I can not wait! We are beach people in my house. Always have been. I love to be at the beach. I love the sound of the waves and their repetitive roll, I love the sound of the seagulls overhead, I love the smell of the salty damp air, and I love the feeling of the sand in my toes. I’m ready!
Me and Keith in Hawaii on our baby moon when I was 20 weeks pregnant. So I guess technically Trey has already been to the beach! :)
What I’m Going to Miss:
These snuggly moments where Trey falls asleep (milk drunk) in my arms. Time goes so fast (he will be 5 months next week!) and I know before I know it these moments will be gone. It already makes me sad. :(
What I’m Reading:
One and Only by Lauren Sandler. I just ordered this. Here’s the synopsis I pulled off Amazon:
“A humorous, tough-minded, and honest case for being and having an only child . Journalist Lauren Sandler is an only child and the mother of one. After investigating what only children are really like and whether stopping at one child is an answer to reconciling motherhood and modernity, she learned a lot about herself—and a lot about our culture’s assumptions. She brings a passion and a laser-sharp intelligence to the subject that cuts through the anxiety, doubt, misinformation, and judgment about what it means to be an only child and what it means to have one. In this heartfelt work, Sandler legitimizes a conversation about the larger societal costs of having more than one. If parents no longer felt they had to have second children to keep from royally screwing up their first, would the majority of them still do it? And if the literature tells us that a child isn’t better off with a sibling than without one, and it’s not something parents truly want for themselves, then whom is this choice serving? One and Only examines these questions, exploring what the rise of the single-child family means for our economies, our environment, and our freedom. Through this journey, Sandler has quite possibly cracked the code of happiness, demonstrating that having just one may be the way to resolve our countless struggles with adulthood in the modern age.”
Here’s the thing: If Keith and I are going to have more children then we basically need to start trying again pretty soon. Keith is turning 44 this month and I’m turning 33 in April. I don’t feel my clock ticking but he feels like his is. He wants us to conceive before he turns 45. So that would mean sometime in this next year I need to get pregnant. That’s a big pill for me to swallow right now and after all the trouble we had conceiving with Trey (um..it took 3 years!) who knows if that is even possible. Ideally I’d like another child and we’ve decided to not start trying until October when Trey is 1. But you never know…so I’m reading this book. :)
What I’m Grateful For:
Them: Keith, Trey and Bella peeking in the background. :)
What I’m Moving:
I did this workout the other morning. It was quick and effective. Give it a go.
Your turn! Any “whats” you’d like to share?
Happy (almost) Weekend!
Like I mentioned yesterday in my cry it out post, I was on Spring Break last week! It was glorious. The weather was nice, I got some things scratched off my to-do list, I got some great quality Trey/Mommy time, and we also conquered some major parenting milestones. All in all it was the perfect week. :)
First up, I got my hair cut! I have been in a cutting mode lately. Since Trey was born I have cut 9 inches off! I got 5 inches cut off the day I went into labor (good timing!) and then I cut another 4 inches last week. I like my hair long but it is just too hot in the Texas summer for long hair AND Trey is quite the hair puller. I also got it colored. I finally caved. Standing in front of the mirror each night plucking out my gray hairs with eyebrow tweezers was just getting old. Ha! When did I get old enough to have gray hair?! :( But I asked my hair lady to match my color the best she could because I am a low maintenance hair girl and the idea of a major upkeep job was just not for me.
Another awesome big Trey moment is he is really starting to like both his carseat and stroller. What?! I was convinced my kid was never going to like either but this past week we turned a corner and he actually seemed to like both! Fingers crossed! I was so confident in his newfound carseat skills that I actually took him grocery shopping! For those of you who know me in real life you know this a huge deal for me. I am ALWAYS so scared of being that mom who has a screaming child in public (I know I need to get over that and I’m trying) but Trey did great! I stuck him in the basket still strapped in the car seat and he was in awe. Just looking around and taking it all in. This made for a happy mama! We celebrated that night by taking an evening stroller ride in which he seemed to also enjoy!
A very special moment for my family over Spring Break was taking Trey to meet our fertility specialist, Dr. Silverberg. (For those of you in the Austin area he is affiliated with Texas Fertility Center and he is amazing! He is the kindest doctor with an incredible bedside manner). Without the help of Dr. Silverberg Trey wouldn’t be here with us. I was so happy we got a chance to go back and visit. It was very emotional for me and I still can’t look at the picture below without tearing up a little. For those interested in our pregnancy journey you can read it here.
Trey also went on his first play date to meet new friend Isaac! I didn’t snap any pictures (dang it) but it was fun. Isaac is about 6 weeks younger than Trey and I hope they have many more play dates in their future. Of course it didn’t hurt that mommy got to see her friend Sarah! :) I think at this stage connecting with other new moms that have children around the same age as Trey is huge! It makes you feel not so crazy when you realize other people know exactly what you are experiencing/feeling.
Keith and I were feeling so good about Trey’s good public behavior that we decided on Saturday to take him out to eat. GAH!! I was nervous but excited. The freedom to know that I could take Trey to the grocery store and out to eat was almost too good to be true. I was game to try. Plus I know that the only way that Trey and I are going to be comfortable in public is by going out into the world more. And with summer coming up, I plan to do just that! So we loaded up and out to eat we went for lunch on Saturday afternoon. Trey was SUPER! He stayed in his car seat through the meal and then I pulled him into my lap towards the end while Keith finished his food.
I totally have something stuck on my teeth. Ha! Figures! :)
The rest of the week was spent just hanging out and playing. I made a bunch of Pinterest recipes I pinned and just relaxed with my little man. I took lots of pictures and as evidenced by Trey’s face below he was probably like enough of the camera mom! What can I say I’m a little in love with my guy. I have taken 813 pictures of him (according to my iPhone) since he was born.
We also spent a lot of time outside. Trey is an outside boy and that’s fine with mommy and daddy. We love being outside so it’s good to know our child follows suit. :) Such a big boy!
And that was Spring Break. Fun, fun and more fun! A taste of summer…although I wish the weather would stay the same. I am so not looking forward to the 100+ degree heat we will have for months on end. Ugh. Just thinking about it makes me cringe.
Do you still get a Spring Break?
If you are a parent, how do you handle the public screaming fits? (I know they are bound to happen so I am trying to be prepared!)
Happy Monday! I am back to work today after a glorious week off for Spring Break. It was heaven. I loved loved loved spending time with my little man and was a little teary eyed driving to work this morning. I got a taste of what summer will be like and I can not wait! :) I will do a post on my Spring Breaking happenings later this week but I wanted to first update you on our experience with Cry It Out (CIO, Ferber Method).
When Trey was born he had such bad day/night reversal that we were desperate to do anything that would set his circadian rhythm and buy us some sleep. I had read time and time again that you can not form lasting habits in the first 3 months of life and to do whatever we needed to do to get some rest. We found that cure in the bouncer. Trey began sleeping in his bouncer swaddled in the Miracle Blanket swaddle. (Best swaddle ever in my opinion!) It worked for us. Trey started sleeping through the night at around 9 weeks of age and although he was not a good napper as long as I was getting uninterrupted sleep at night it didn’t matter to me. Pick your battles, right? The only problem was we were rocking him to sleep each night in the bouncer and he definitely associated his bouncer with sleep. Since Trey was 4 months (and 1 week) when Spring Break started we decided this was the perfect time to transition him into the crib. That way if he didn’t transition well and woke up a bunch at night I was at least on a break from work.
To say we were nervous about the transition is an understatement. As I am sure any parent will tell you, once your child starts sleeping through the night the biggest fear is that they will suddenly stop. And I learned that a sleep deprived Kelly is one bitchy Kelly. Let me tell you. Ha! But we knew that we needed to make the transition because I for one did not want to be that mom whose child still had sleep crutches at the age of two. And our night time routine was just taking too long. Each night we’d bathe him, feed him, swaddle him and spend 30 minutes rocking him to sleep. The whole thing was taking us an hour and half each night. I also had a lot of anxiety about him sleeping in the bouncer. I was always nervous he was going to get himself turned in it so he couldn’t breathe. So it was time.
Cry It Out was the method we chose simply because we wanted Trey to realize that he could put himself to sleep. He could self soothe and do it all on his own. Also everyone said it was a 3-10 day transition. I understand that not everyone feels that way. But here was the plan we devised. (And believe me you need to have a plan in place before starting!!)
CIO in a nutshell: follow your normal nighttime routine, put them into the crib awake, walk out of the room, if they start crying follow the steps below. When in the room, do not pick them up, soothe them for a minute or two (at most), leave the room while they are still awake. Repeat until the child falls asleep.
- Night 1: Leave for 3 minutes the first time, 5 minutes the second time, and then 10 minutes for the third and all subsequent times.
- Night 2: leave for 5 minutes, then 10 minutes, then 12 minutes
- Night 3 (and from there on out): Leave for 6 minutes, then 12 minutes, then 15 minutes
We also decided to keep Trey swaddled because we knew he associated the swaddle with sleep and thought it would help the transition.
We did our normal night time routine, put Trey in the crib and left the room at around 7:30. From 7:30-9:00 he played in his crib; looked around his new place, busted out of his swaddle, didn’t cry at all. At 9:00 he decided he had enough and was ready for bed AKA his bouncer. He started crying. We waited the 3 minutes, went in, reswaddled him and walked out, repeated steps above for Night 1. It took until 11:45 for him to fall asleep. It was a rough night. But once he was asleep he was asleep for good and he slept until about 7:00 the next morning and when he woke up I found him like this:
We decided to go ahead and transition him into a sleep sack as well. I was worried that with him busting out of the swaddle (see picture above) that he’d get it wrapped around his neck. Because he’s a mover…very rarely did he wake up in any position remotely like how we put him down. So night two he went into the sleep sack and he fell asleep after the second round of crying. He slept through the night. However, we didn’t know if CIO was working or if he was just so worn out from the night before that he went right down.
He went down before the first round timer went off. He slept through the night. :) We were pumped! I had assumed he needed the swaddle to sleep, both as a comfort and as something he associated with sleep. But I was wrong. He was definitely ready for the sleep sack.
Now: he is great! He usually falls asleep sometime within the first 6 minutes with minimal fussing and he sleeps through the night in his sleep sack! (We use the Halo ones…size small right now) I am so thankful the transition seems to be over for him!! Also our bedtime routine is much shorter now! Nap time is a little more difficult since he isn’t a great napper and never has been. It is hit or miss if we have to go in after 6 minutes but we typically don’t have to go in there twice. Although, Trey’s naps are only about 30-45 minutes in length (three times a day). But the same is true as before, I’d rather have a child who sleeps through the night and isn’t a good napper versus having a good napper and child who wakes up in the middle of the night.
We did have one night where he woke up at 2:30a.m. (this was later in the week though) and we did CIO in the middle of the night because we were not going to teach him that we would pick him up if he cried (at any time). We had to do CIO from 2:30 until 4:20. It was AGONY and we almost caved in. But we made it and the next night he was back to sleeping all the way through again. I firmly believe that children need to learn that they can calm themselves when nothing is wrong. (If they are sick, teething or going through a growth spurt,etc I think that’s different) Now I won’t say that this week was easy and there were lots of text messages to Allena (my baby mentor…ha!) and my mom but we made it. And I can say that we (Keith, myself and Trey) are much happier for it.
Cry It Out success!!
If you are a mom, did you use the Cry It Out method? How did it work for you?
Or did you use something else with success?