AN ATTACHED PARENT:

An attached parent - I am sure some of you are wondering what on earth I could be talking about, we are all attached, aren't we - to our children that is?

Well, the answer is yes, but, I don't want to say 'to different extremes', but maybe just in different ways. Some in theory, some in DNA, some in styles of parenting - which this happens to be, a style of parenting.

Before Soren was born we had a few things that were absolutely certain - we had a natural birth plan that most certainly made room for emergency cesareans and such, we were going to nurse no matter how difficult it may be, and we absolutely were NOT going to let him cry himself to sleep. Through our breastfeeding research we came to find a large amount of information on attachment parenting, which is just that. We wear Soren to this day, straying away from the stroller; he is still nursing at least morning and night, we do NOT let him cry himself to sleep, I made his baby food and monitor closely what he eats to be sure he gets a well balanced diet...well, I am sure that you get the idea.

In attachment parenting these are all methods to ensure that Soren grows to be trusting and aware of his surroundings He trusts that Rick and I will be there when he needs us - and that includes when he is in his crib, but aware of what is going on around him. He receives specific nutrition requirements from breastfeeding and develops a bond with me and Rick (through me, Rick doesn't breastfeed...haha - nudge, nudge) that he can trust us and communicate - along with his signs - which he now adorably knows: more, please, all done (finished), milk, and mom's milk (he points to my chest and either says 'milk' or 'please' - I love it!). We have avoided I don't know how many tantrums with just these!

So this brings me to blogging for the day. So, in my search for ways to be an even more patient Attachment Parent, I was on the sight and ran into this -​

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Which is the other part of attachment parenting - co-sleeping. And YES! I think Rick and I have found ourselves in all of these positions but the Donkey Kong.

Our little sleeper is quite the roamer, but it is humor like this that reassures me that we are the right track and that most of all - we are not alone. I can't even begin to describe all the furrowed brows, judging glances and disgusted faces that scream 'Your still nursing him?!!!' or 'don't you know co-sleeping, is SO dangerous ?!!! (only if you are unaware and don't properly research OR don't nurse...) OR, and this one has to be my absolute favorite - 'you really should let him cry himself to sleep. You're spoiling him and he's manipulating you!'. Yes, I am not kidding - that has been said to me, on more than one occasion and by more than one person.

Manipulating me?! Really?! He still has a fontanel goodness sakes! I mean really - and if you don't know what that is - a child is born with two principle ones. On the top and in the back of the head. They are also called soft spots and they don't officially disappear on you until almost two. So - sorry if it is difficult for me to understand that a child with two, TWO soft spots, indicating how much of there body isn't even done developing - including the brain, is being manipulative. This is a being that solely relies on it's parents to take care of it. And in my case, Soren taught us what, when and how he needed to be held, nursed and cared for, and thank goodness for that.

However anyone decides to parent, one thing is for sure - they are precious and time is fleeting. Soren has taught me more than just how to take care of him, he's taught me how boundless my love can be and how much more I have yet to learn.

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GREAT EXPECTATIONS MEANS GREAT FRUSTRATION...

​Alright Wyoming, Ohio - your podcast is on it's way, but first! Fusionware has to stop working and then! Sequoia...and alas - no editing for tonight. Huge bummer! And now, brand new installs. Oi! My MacBook Air is great, and don't get me wrong, I am not complaining about the computer - I am too much of an audio engineer for that, but I really had these amazing expectations of doing audio work on my very little, very speedy machine and yet again - Windows, you never cease to amaze me in the million ways you can screw up my work night.

So to keep myself from throwing my computer into the wall and remember how much I appreciate all the good it brings into my life - I am blogging. So...let's blog - about Soren! This always puts me in a good mood. 

We had an unusually warm day in the Nati today so we spent the better part of it outside - on the swing, stacking toys, loading buckets, unloading buckets, climbing stairs and tossing ball with August. Speaking of the pup, and quite literally speaking, I am pretty sure that Soren's first 'official' word is dog - BUT his first 'unofficial' word - August (sounds a bit more like 'aus-sist'...but still, very close!). Awesome, right? Just down right awesome!

August has been so amazing with Soren and Rick and I. The adjustment isn't easy for any pup - but definitely couldn't have been easy for my little pitty. She has always been the apple of my eye, my best bud - even my cuddler, since she is always looking for a warm snuggle - so a new addition that sits between the two of us, literally - could not have been easy. I'm not saying she has handled it with absolute grace, but she has surely done a fine, no - outstanding job of being a big sis.

Ahhh...thank you blog for taking my mind off crappy Windows. I heart my fazam - all of it, furry members included!

xo
a mom 

IN YEAR 2011, ONE YEAR

​So in my quest to create an adorable b-day card for an absolutely rad friend I couldn't help but then create yet another collage. Going through Soren's first birthday pics was a an absolute joy - can't wait to catch up on the baby book (gee gads!)...of which I am extremely behind! 'till then, I shall continue to simply enjoy.

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eah for carrot cupcake and maple cream frosting! NOM!!!!

LITTLE OVER 14 MONTHS...

...and I swore to myself I would NOT be that person - you know, the one that you ask, "how old is your son?" and they answer, "ohhh....about 26 months..." and then you are stuck there trying to do the math, looking silly when you finally realize they could of easily said, "he turned two a couple months ago" or plain and simply - "two.".

Well, anyway, now I find myself answering 14 months. I promised I would stop with the months after a year, but every time I answered, "he's about a year old." I get these surprised glances like, wow! that child is big, or he's already running around? - so now I specify. I finally came to terms that he is really growing that fast, so fast per month that it is absolutely worth recognizing his gi-normous growing leaps and bounds every month.

Which brings me to my blog today. 14 months - wow... I mean really, wow. Soren started climbing, like - ladder climbing last night up onto an adult chair. Just about gave Rick and I both a heart attack - but when he made it up all on his

own, we giggled and praised his hard work. Then we both shot each other the glance. You know? the glance saying in unison, "remember this time last year - we were rejoicing when he held his head up on his own...". Then and time and time again (it never gets old) - I saw the happiest, proud, Poppa-tear well up in Rick's eye. It really goes this quickly. Luckily though - I still get to do things like rock Soren to sleep or cuddle with him when he gets worn out, and trust me, I will be holding on to these things as long as I can, because it won't be long before he is 'too big, and too old' (as he will confidently declare!) for me to rock my baby (because he always will be to me) to sleep.

Thinking back, I can't even begin to explain just how afraid and tentative I was about having a baby the day we found out. I remember thinking what an awful parent I was going to be, or how 'it' was going to fit into my life...but the first

wiggle in my belly, or the first ultrasound, or the look of absolute joy when I told Rick he was going to be a father washed the worry away and I realized, it isn't any longer about me. I had 25 wonderfully selfish years - to work, go to school, party and now, NOW I have started a new life - one for my son. A life I get to watch explore, mature, discover and develop through wiser eyes. It is an absolute joy to watch him grow. I truly don't know where my life would be at this moment had he not been a part of it, but I can honestly say, the these 14 months have taught me more about myself, life and what living is all about - and I LOVE it!

1 month - starting to support your head...

2 months - almost fully supported head (for short periods of time) and about to roll over

3 months - exploring mobility, rolling over belly laughing ALL the time! Love, LOVE tummy time!

4 months - rolling all over the place, swimming on your belly and talk, talk, talking.

5 months - the smiles NEVER stop and you are army crawling backward! And did someone say solids? Yeah for Bananas!

6 months - sliding all over the place and love, LOVE going to the pool - my lil' guppy .

7 months - so big! pulling yourself up and walking along furniture...now your quad crawling!

8 months - still afraid to let go and take off - but holding on with one hand and standing.

9 months - still cruising with help - but less everyday. You are however quite the speed crawler!

10 months - Grandma comes in town and temps you with your peek-a-who book and you take off, leaving mom with laughing tears! I can't believe it!

11 months - and off he goes!!! still getting the hang of those legs, but you are now becoming quite the skilled walker and eating just about everything in sight. What an appetite!

12 months - so now we start the climbing and running. You don't hold still!! I have to chase you down to eat!

13 months - 8 teeth later and you eat everything, I mean EVERYTHING! Kale, butternut squash, chickpeas, tomatoes, spinach - and you LOVE it all! oh! and let's not forget - you now walk backwards and when the music's on you DANCE<DANCE<DANCE!

14 months - here we are - I am ma-ma and Rick is da-da. Your signing please, more, bye-bye, all done, diaper change and almost hungry. You are trying to sound out words, mimic and climb. One of my favorites - you read yourself books and then you read them to me. You have gone from almost rolling over to climbing in my lap after picking a book out and reading to me! In one year!

Thank you Soren, for showing me what living is truly about. What those 25 years were for before you were born and what the rest of my life is bound to be filled with - tears, laughter, worry, pride and pure joy. This year's time has taught me to waste not, want little and enjoy every moment.

​xo​

Momma​

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SOMETIMES, IT JUST GETS HARD...

So I was chatting with one of the officers at last nights concert - interesting conversation really. And if you are wondering why, exactly there ARE in fact officers at concerts - particularly of the classical persuasion - don't think for a second that there aren't stalkers, crazy drunken debauchery or just plain ole' debauchery at these shows - they're are. Anyway, besides the point, really -

So we were chatting about what most people my age chat about at some point - marriage. Not that we were talking about marriage in an us sense (wink, wink), but in general. Being an officer of the law, he witnesses more than most - but he isn't just that, he is an officer of the law in one of Cincy's worse neighborhoods - district one. Anyway - he made a very poignant statement. I will summarize -

'...in today's society, marriage doesn't carry the weight it did at one time. And from what I have seen - chasing drug dealers, murderers, being in the middle of shootings - life is really difficult enough as it is. It's hard enough just living day to day - and marriage today, just really seems to make life more difficult. I am in love with someone and I want to be with that person - I am content in just keeping it simply that way.'

I can appreciate this. Now I was raised well, very well - I think (shrugged shoulders...), but I have seen the good, bad and ugly of marriage. And every time I think - yeah it might be nice to wear a ring to show off how much I love my baby daddy - then I start thinking of how complicated that could start making our lives. We get in these rough patches, and when we do (maybe a little bit more than recent...yeeks~!), there are always the empty threats made like - guess one of us should start looking for an apartment, or the really obnoxious - how are we going to split custody, you know I want to be a part of his life still (I know - petty, right...like DUH of course - you are quite possibly the BEST Dad ever!), but then I think, what about the penultimate - I guess we should file for divorce -

YUCK! I mean really-YUCK!!! I just don't want that, I don't want to have to come back from an argument from - THAT!

And I know some of you might be shaking your head like - 'well then just don't get to that point in the fight, then'. But no offense, you are kidding yourself if you think in some 10 years of marriage one of you is NOT going to say that. It's human nature and like the officer so delicately pointed out - marriage doesn't hold the weight it used to and life today is difficult enough as it is.

So - long point made short here -

We get in these rough patches and I really start to think about this stuff - like, should I be happy we aren't married? and well, yeah. I am - he's my baby daddy and a darn good one. And yeah, he does stuff that upsets me, but he stays - and I don't have to come back from the absolute worse position in an argument - divorce or not. He knows that I love him, at least I hope he does. Ok - so I digressed a bit more. Point - he doesn't care if we get married. He stands by my side no matter what. Through pregnancy, hormones, a crappy work schedule, dealing with relationships, supporting my family and most of all - being a stellar parental partner. I may be a loon - but he stays - without a ring.

...and I love Rick even more for that.