Mateo will be 6 months old this Saturday. I can't believe it's been that long since I pushed him out into the world, but all evidence points to the fact that his babyhood is quickly slipping through my fingers (and now I'm crying, thanks, self. Ugh.). He's been sitting on his own for about 3 weeks now, since around 5 months, and is visibly anxious to turn into one of the "big" (little) boys we see running around the parks and fountains. He watches them with such intense interest and grins anytime anyone looks his way. He gets frustrated when I'm changing his diaper or when he falls back on the floor from sitting up because he wants to be able to sit BACK up, and doesn't understand why all the crunches in the world aren't making that happen (your spine and abs aren't that developed, little dude). He fills my days with babbling and happy screaming and my nights with the sweetest snuggles in the world.
Despite the months of teething we've already endured, he still has nothing to show for it, but that's perfectly ok with me, just frustrating on those nights they're causing him pain. He is so interested in everything we eat/drink, and reaches for EVERYTHING so for the past few weeks I've been giving him food here and there. He's tried avocado, sweet potato, carrot, broccoli, green beans, green smoothie, banana, apple. Everything is met with an awful face, but the faces are slowly becoming less tortured. He does get excited whenever he sees me eating a banana so I hold it for him and let him gum it until he "bites" off a piece. I did put him in his highchair and give him his own big hunk of banana the other day but it pretty much just ended up on the floor, over and over again. I'm trying to skip purees and just do soft solids, following his lead. Food at this age is really about exploring texture and coordination, learning to chew, rather than nutrition. It gets messy this way, but it's fascinating to watch him learn that he needs to chew up this big hunk of "nana" in his mouth.
Yesterday (St. Patrick's Day) Justin's wonderful sister gave birth to Eli, Mateo's newest and closest (in age) cousin. I am so happy for them/jealous that they still have a newborn/anxious to meet him. My emotions have been all over the place today as I see pictures of Eli meeting his family for the first time and I wish SO MUCH to be there, to be sharing those moments, for Mateo to know what it's like to grow up with cousins and grandparents he sees every week, not every 3-6 months. I think about how he'd only met a few family members by the time he was 3 months old and I get sad for him that we don't have those pictures and memories of him being cherished and welcomed into the world by all the people that love him. I don't like to think of myself too much as a "military wife" because the truth is that my life is vastly different from that of most military wives. My husband comes home every day, I never have to worry about him being deployed for months, if not years. There are very few military in our area and we don't live in any sort of base housing - I've only met a couple other spouses from Justin's station. But sometimes the reality does sort of smack you in the face - like no matter how much we want to be close to family it is simply not possible, and not at all up to us.
The upside, because there always is one, is that we basically live in paradise. It's taken me awhile to warm to this town, and there's a lot I don't love about it and the people here. But there's no excuse for not fully embracing and loving our entire time here - especially as we just learned we'll be here for at least 3 more years, not the 18-24 months we were thinking. There are parks on every corner, filled with ficus trees, palm trees, Spanish moss, etc. There are fountains everywhere, the kind that come out of the ground and have a timed patten of strength - the kind children love to run through (I'm glad we'll be here long enough for Mateo to really enjoy these). There are farmer's markets with local or fairly local produce for prices I could never pay year round in Virginia. There are organic co-ops of entirely local produce, this vegetarian's dream. There's the beach, and the river for when the beach is too rough, and warmm clear water. There are blue skies practically every day, temperatures that drop to the mid 60's on a cold day in "winter." I've found a wonderful community of warm, loving, natural minded mothers who help keep me sane on those days Mateo is insisting we leave the house and see other people. There's West Palm Beach 45 minutes away for shopping, little bit of city, and Miami 2 hours away for even more city life. There are lizards and alligators and strange birds and manatees. There are playdates in the park and lazy Sunday afternoons at the beach and there is a lot, a lot of love.
It's not perfect, and it's maybe not where I'd be if I had a choice. I think a lot of life is about ceding control and embracing the hand you've been dealt. And the reality is that I've been dealt a pretty fantastic hand - a loving husband/best friend, a sweet, beautiful, healthy son who grins whenever he sees me, great supportive women I can laugh and cry with, and a beautiful place to call home.
Welcome to the world, Eli! Just because I'm not there doesn't mean I love you any less...I can't wait to meet you!
March 19, 2012
January 30, 2012
First Foods?
We've passed the four month mark and that six month starting line for trying real food is fast approaching. For a while now I've been holding whatever I'm eating or handling (ginger root, lemon peel, etc.) up to Mateo's nose for him to smell - and so far he's never shown one hint of thinking, "Hey, this could go in my mouth" (probably because it's ginger root and lemon peel). Everything else goes in the mouth, but not food.
Until yesterday. I noticed over the weekend that he was much more interested in watching me eat, watching food go from plate to fork to my mouth, than he'd ever been before. I've always said that we would wait until he showed interest to introduce him to food, no matter if that was before or after six months....but I reallllyyy hoped it wouldn't be until at least six months (when they say exclusively breastfed babies can be introduced to solids). I'm not looking forward to those poopy diapers. Last night, while Justin and I were eating a GIANT pummelo from the farmer's market, Justin held out a few...beads (? Globules? What are the little juicy pieces that make up citrus fruits called?) ...of pummelo on his fingers for Mateo to smell. I don't know if Mateo was actually going for the fruit, or just Justin's fingers (those he DOES recognize as food and want in his mouth - hello, teething!), but all of a sudden he had four pummelo beads in his mouth and I was yelling, "No! No fruit! He'll only want the sugar! And I've NEVER heard of citrus being a first food!" (Hahaha. Everything I've heard says to give them veggies first, fruits later, otherwise they'll only want the sweet fruit. I don't know how true this is, but it makes sense.)
Needless to say I dug the globules out of his mouth.
He may be ready to try some solids...I just don't know if I am.
Until yesterday. I noticed over the weekend that he was much more interested in watching me eat, watching food go from plate to fork to my mouth, than he'd ever been before. I've always said that we would wait until he showed interest to introduce him to food, no matter if that was before or after six months....but I reallllyyy hoped it wouldn't be until at least six months (when they say exclusively breastfed babies can be introduced to solids). I'm not looking forward to those poopy diapers. Last night, while Justin and I were eating a GIANT pummelo from the farmer's market, Justin held out a few...beads (? Globules? What are the little juicy pieces that make up citrus fruits called?) ...of pummelo on his fingers for Mateo to smell. I don't know if Mateo was actually going for the fruit, or just Justin's fingers (those he DOES recognize as food and want in his mouth - hello, teething!), but all of a sudden he had four pummelo beads in his mouth and I was yelling, "No! No fruit! He'll only want the sugar! And I've NEVER heard of citrus being a first food!" (Hahaha. Everything I've heard says to give them veggies first, fruits later, otherwise they'll only want the sweet fruit. I don't know how true this is, but it makes sense.)
Needless to say I dug the globules out of his mouth.
He may be ready to try some solids...I just don't know if I am.
4 Months!
Babies changes so quckly. I feel like a week ago I just had a "baby," a little person who ate, slept, pooped, maybe smiled, cried, repeat. Sure he would look at us and "talk" and smile, but who knows what is going on in that little head?
Today I feel like I have a Mateo. He has opinions, likes and dislikes, and a full blown personality (he's a sensitive soul). The cats are his favorite entertainment, it's wonderful to see the joy they bring him just by walking into the room. His love for Silas has made me like Silas more, so I can say with honesty that our household has been much peaceful lately - not that Silas is better behaved, just that I've given up on disciplining him. Making Mateo laugh is generally the business of my days, and keeping him from being bored. I see his eyebrows arch and I know I'm doing something right. His lids lower and I know he is bored, verging on tired. I'm realizing how much he wants my full attention, wants me to play with him and talk to him and not just carry him around or bounce him on my leg as I fool around on the computer. While playing with a baby all day can be great, it can also be totally boring, I'm not gonna lie. I think being really intentional about our playtime and devoting my full attention to him for an hour at a time goes a long a way in his world and allows him to be more content in the carrier, bouncy seat, whatever for those other times I need to get adult stuff done. Surrendering to his needs instead of trying to fit him into my plan has made us both much happier this week...who would have thought.
Mateo can ALMOST roll over from back to belly (he's been rolling from belly to back for about a month and half)! He tries so hard, puts so much effort into it...it's like watching Justin do the P90X core workout. He gets the leg and arm over and just needs to pull the other arm out from under him to do it....so cute, and so tempting to help him. Instead I just watch him struggle, haha.
I spend a lot of time gazing at my baby and thinking, "He is the most beautiful thing in the world." I know every mom does this and the fact that it's true for every mom is amazing to me.
As I type this Mateo is sleeping on my lap, making nursing motions with his lips. I look at his beautiful eyelashes and remember how they weren't there when he was born, how I eagerly watched them grow those first couple of months, blonde little hairs creeping out over his beautiful eyes. Now they have darkened and are long and full. I'd been telling myself that all the hair he had was what he was born with, wondering when he would grow more...and a friend pointed out to me that he already is. How I could spend nearly 24 hours a day with this little person attached to me and not notice, I don't know. But there they are, short blond hairs all over his head, sprouting up amid the longer, darker hair he came into the world with.
Time goes by shockingly fast.
Today I feel like I have a Mateo. He has opinions, likes and dislikes, and a full blown personality (he's a sensitive soul). The cats are his favorite entertainment, it's wonderful to see the joy they bring him just by walking into the room. His love for Silas has made me like Silas more, so I can say with honesty that our household has been much peaceful lately - not that Silas is better behaved, just that I've given up on disciplining him. Making Mateo laugh is generally the business of my days, and keeping him from being bored. I see his eyebrows arch and I know I'm doing something right. His lids lower and I know he is bored, verging on tired. I'm realizing how much he wants my full attention, wants me to play with him and talk to him and not just carry him around or bounce him on my leg as I fool around on the computer. While playing with a baby all day can be great, it can also be totally boring, I'm not gonna lie. I think being really intentional about our playtime and devoting my full attention to him for an hour at a time goes a long a way in his world and allows him to be more content in the carrier, bouncy seat, whatever for those other times I need to get adult stuff done. Surrendering to his needs instead of trying to fit him into my plan has made us both much happier this week...who would have thought.
Mateo can ALMOST roll over from back to belly (he's been rolling from belly to back for about a month and half)! He tries so hard, puts so much effort into it...it's like watching Justin do the P90X core workout. He gets the leg and arm over and just needs to pull the other arm out from under him to do it....so cute, and so tempting to help him. Instead I just watch him struggle, haha.
I spend a lot of time gazing at my baby and thinking, "He is the most beautiful thing in the world." I know every mom does this and the fact that it's true for every mom is amazing to me.
As I type this Mateo is sleeping on my lap, making nursing motions with his lips. I look at his beautiful eyelashes and remember how they weren't there when he was born, how I eagerly watched them grow those first couple of months, blonde little hairs creeping out over his beautiful eyes. Now they have darkened and are long and full. I'd been telling myself that all the hair he had was what he was born with, wondering when he would grow more...and a friend pointed out to me that he already is. How I could spend nearly 24 hours a day with this little person attached to me and not notice, I don't know. But there they are, short blond hairs all over his head, sprouting up amid the longer, darker hair he came into the world with.
Time goes by shockingly fast.
December 23, 2011
December 21, 2011
All Better Now
Well, we survived our first sickness. It started with a cold Justin brought home from the station, which Mateo caught and developed into bronchiolitis. He was on an antibiotic and steroid for a week and then a nebulizer machine with albuterol to help him breathe easier (he loved that, let me tell you </sarcasm>). Thankfully, I never got sick, but watching Mateo wheeze and choke back mucus and then vomit up buckets of the stuff was heartbreaking. I wish I had gotten sick and all these awesome immunities in my breast milk I keep hearing about had protected him. I know as his mom I can't protect him from everything, and I realize that breast milk is not some amazing cure-all...but I wish I could have kept him well a little longer. There are some other breastfed babies in town who have also been sick recently, so it's not just us, but I also know that at least one of those babies recently had their first round of vaccines....as did Mateo. This is a controversial subject, I realize, and I did read Dr. Sears' The Vaccine Book so I feel like I am partly informed, but I can't help but feel that his immune system being compromised from the vaccines contributed to his getting sick. We forewent the polio and Hep B vaccines because the risk of catching polio in this country is almost nil and Hep B can wait til he's much older. I would have liked to have spaced out the other vaccines but unfortunately our insurance won't cover visits for vaccines that aren't done at well visits. Now I'm just wondering if even the vaccines we did do were necessary...
I go back and forth over this in my head...if he caught something I could have vaccinated him for, I would be devastated. But watching him get sick and knowing what is being injected into his body "in case" he gets sick is not easy, either (especially when he's essentially strapped to my body 24/7, and not in daycare or around lots of other babies). I've also read too many accounts of children who have seriously become sick, if not died, from the effects of vaccines (I know most of those cases are largely scientifically unproven but I think it's hard to really argue with commonsense...or cause and effect). Not to mention the moral ramifications of what you could potentially spread, or the ethics of putting one's health on the line for "the greater good." In trying to look further into this issue I've started reading Adventures in Babywearing, an awesome blog by a natural mama who is also a Christian (I wish the two went hand-in-hand more often!). I'm also trying to get my hands on a copy of The Greater Good without actually buying it...although I might resort to that. Another moral dilemma!
When I was pregnant I was caught up in being pregnant, eating right, learning all about birth, breastfeeding and preparing for baby. I thought I was prepared - turns out I was prepared to take care of a newborn, and that's it. I never made the mental leap forward to preparing for everything else - toddlerhood, potty training, schooling, etc. Even more immediate concerns like how and where we would sleep, vaccination, and babywearing were all sort of "last minute" questions we've answered "on the job." But I guess that's how it's done, being a parent - taking it one day at a time, one challenge at a time. No one might choose to have kids, otherwise - too overwhelming.
When I think of how unprepared I am for so many things regarding Mateo I feel a bit guilty...but then I look at his sweet face, see how he smiles whenever he catches sight of me, feel him nuzzle and root in the night, and I know I have nothing to feel guilty for (yet!). We're doing the best we can, and we're being thoughtful about those choices we have to make as they come on the horizon. Most importantly, we're trying to remember to dwell in love...it does cover a multitude of sins, after all, right? And really, it's not a hard thing to remember with a 12 week old.
Oh yeah, we're all better over here. Just in time to head home to VA for the holidays!
I go back and forth over this in my head...if he caught something I could have vaccinated him for, I would be devastated. But watching him get sick and knowing what is being injected into his body "in case" he gets sick is not easy, either (especially when he's essentially strapped to my body 24/7, and not in daycare or around lots of other babies). I've also read too many accounts of children who have seriously become sick, if not died, from the effects of vaccines (I know most of those cases are largely scientifically unproven but I think it's hard to really argue with commonsense...or cause and effect). Not to mention the moral ramifications of what you could potentially spread, or the ethics of putting one's health on the line for "the greater good." In trying to look further into this issue I've started reading Adventures in Babywearing, an awesome blog by a natural mama who is also a Christian (I wish the two went hand-in-hand more often!). I'm also trying to get my hands on a copy of The Greater Good without actually buying it...although I might resort to that. Another moral dilemma!
When I was pregnant I was caught up in being pregnant, eating right, learning all about birth, breastfeeding and preparing for baby. I thought I was prepared - turns out I was prepared to take care of a newborn, and that's it. I never made the mental leap forward to preparing for everything else - toddlerhood, potty training, schooling, etc. Even more immediate concerns like how and where we would sleep, vaccination, and babywearing were all sort of "last minute" questions we've answered "on the job." But I guess that's how it's done, being a parent - taking it one day at a time, one challenge at a time. No one might choose to have kids, otherwise - too overwhelming.
When I think of how unprepared I am for so many things regarding Mateo I feel a bit guilty...but then I look at his sweet face, see how he smiles whenever he catches sight of me, feel him nuzzle and root in the night, and I know I have nothing to feel guilty for (yet!). We're doing the best we can, and we're being thoughtful about those choices we have to make as they come on the horizon. Most importantly, we're trying to remember to dwell in love...it does cover a multitude of sins, after all, right? And really, it's not a hard thing to remember with a 12 week old.
Oh yeah, we're all better over here. Just in time to head home to VA for the holidays!
November 23, 2011
Life As We Know It
Another week has passed....we've been busy meal planning, attending La Leche League meetings, trying to keep things in order, researching cloth diapers (will the research ever end?), preparing for Christmas and generally taking care of business. I've always done a bit of casual meal planning (like, in my head), but I've really tried to commit to sitting down and planning out the week's meals. Last week was the first time I followed through on this and was SO glad I did. I felt like I wasn't wondering every day at 4 pm what we were going to have for dinner and by planning ahead our meals were much more balanced and nutritious. Planning in general seems to be much more important now that I have a little human attached to me 24/7.
This essay was posted on our LLL Facebook group and I'm pretty much in love with it - it speaks to my feelings and philosophy on nursing and cosleeping. I know I'm new to all this so I don't pretend to speak with any real authority or much experience, we're just taking it one day at a time over here - but these practices and ideas speak to the natural mother in me so clearly. I think it was in our Bradley Birthing Method class that I was told to follow my instincts and not get caught up in people's advice or what our culture dictates is normal and expected of babies and parents, and ever since I've been reminding myself of that: listen to your instincts. I know cosleeping doesn't work for everyone but I honestly don't know how I'd get any decent sleep without it. We're also smart about it - on a futon mattress (i.e. very firm), Mateo between me and wall, not Justin and I. And from day one I felt something switch in me - some animal instinct that knows where Mateo is, how he's sleeping, how I'm sleeping in relation to him. It's amazing, like my body was designed to protect him for this period of our lives. And I know that not everyone is able to stop and nurse every hour, but it's what makes us happy and I'm very fortunate that I'm able to be home with him- it's definitely worth any financial sacrifice. Sure, it drags out our outings sometimes, having to stop and nurse him in a store or before we go in somewhere - but that's life with an infant in general, isn't it? When you eliminate the worry or concern over following some sort of "schedule," be it a nursing schedule or growth chart (although I AM a believer in nighttime being for sleeping - midnight play parties are not my thing) and stop thinking about what people are going to think about you nursing on a bench in the shoe department at Walmart....and instead just allow your baby to grow and do what comes natural to you, it's AMAZING how much stress you can eliminate from your life.
A LLL leader at a recent meeting said that nothing in her life, not her career, not college, gave her as much self-confidence and courage as having children and standing firm in the decisions she made on their behalf. I immediately knew what she was talking about, for that is how I feel about Mateo. When I was pregnant I worked hard to make sure I was eating well, especially as a pescetarian, preparing for the birth mentally and emotionally, learning as much as I could through our childbirth class and natural childbirth books. With his birth I was unafraid (uh, for the majority, there was that hell called TRANSITION when I think even the bravest among us are afraid - except for perhaps my mother, who merely said she knew she was in transition with my sister when she was mad that dad was doing dishes and not supporting her - THAT was your transition, Mom?), even though I was in labor for three days, because I knew he was doing well, and I was ok, and I had learned enough to know that sometimes nature doesn't follow the schedule we'd like it to. I think in a lot of ways his birth prepared me for these years that follow. Working so hard to bring him into the world in the most natural, peaceful way possible, in the comfort and privacy of our home, has given me confidence in my ability to work hard to raise him in the most natural, peaceful and intentional way possible - even if that means listening more to my instincts and doing my own research rather than following well-meaning advice or mainstream magazine articles (I'm looking at you, American Baby). I know I'm new at all this, so hopefully this doesn't come off as preachy. I'm just saying that this is what works for US - every baby and family is different. I simply want to look back and read this and remember that at 2 months in we were happy and confident.
In other news, Mateo has begun squealing whenever he's happy/excited/worked up. I'm sure at some point this will be irritating but right now it's adorable.
A look back at the past week:
This essay was posted on our LLL Facebook group and I'm pretty much in love with it - it speaks to my feelings and philosophy on nursing and cosleeping. I know I'm new to all this so I don't pretend to speak with any real authority or much experience, we're just taking it one day at a time over here - but these practices and ideas speak to the natural mother in me so clearly. I think it was in our Bradley Birthing Method class that I was told to follow my instincts and not get caught up in people's advice or what our culture dictates is normal and expected of babies and parents, and ever since I've been reminding myself of that: listen to your instincts. I know cosleeping doesn't work for everyone but I honestly don't know how I'd get any decent sleep without it. We're also smart about it - on a futon mattress (i.e. very firm), Mateo between me and wall, not Justin and I. And from day one I felt something switch in me - some animal instinct that knows where Mateo is, how he's sleeping, how I'm sleeping in relation to him. It's amazing, like my body was designed to protect him for this period of our lives. And I know that not everyone is able to stop and nurse every hour, but it's what makes us happy and I'm very fortunate that I'm able to be home with him- it's definitely worth any financial sacrifice. Sure, it drags out our outings sometimes, having to stop and nurse him in a store or before we go in somewhere - but that's life with an infant in general, isn't it? When you eliminate the worry or concern over following some sort of "schedule," be it a nursing schedule or growth chart (although I AM a believer in nighttime being for sleeping - midnight play parties are not my thing) and stop thinking about what people are going to think about you nursing on a bench in the shoe department at Walmart....and instead just allow your baby to grow and do what comes natural to you, it's AMAZING how much stress you can eliminate from your life.
A LLL leader at a recent meeting said that nothing in her life, not her career, not college, gave her as much self-confidence and courage as having children and standing firm in the decisions she made on their behalf. I immediately knew what she was talking about, for that is how I feel about Mateo. When I was pregnant I worked hard to make sure I was eating well, especially as a pescetarian, preparing for the birth mentally and emotionally, learning as much as I could through our childbirth class and natural childbirth books. With his birth I was unafraid (uh, for the majority, there was that hell called TRANSITION when I think even the bravest among us are afraid - except for perhaps my mother, who merely said she knew she was in transition with my sister when she was mad that dad was doing dishes and not supporting her - THAT was your transition, Mom?), even though I was in labor for three days, because I knew he was doing well, and I was ok, and I had learned enough to know that sometimes nature doesn't follow the schedule we'd like it to. I think in a lot of ways his birth prepared me for these years that follow. Working so hard to bring him into the world in the most natural, peaceful way possible, in the comfort and privacy of our home, has given me confidence in my ability to work hard to raise him in the most natural, peaceful and intentional way possible - even if that means listening more to my instincts and doing my own research rather than following well-meaning advice or mainstream magazine articles (I'm looking at you, American Baby). I know I'm new at all this, so hopefully this doesn't come off as preachy. I'm just saying that this is what works for US - every baby and family is different. I simply want to look back and read this and remember that at 2 months in we were happy and confident.
In other news, Mateo has begun squealing whenever he's happy/excited/worked up. I'm sure at some point this will be irritating but right now it's adorable.
A look back at the past week:
Monday, 11/14/11:
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| "It's midnight! Feed me!" |
Tuesday, 11/15/11:
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| Checkout Mateo's nifty headphones...hearing test done, 100% in both ears! |
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| "I have been crying for half an hour and am exhausted. Guess I'll just stare into space for awhile." |
Wednesday, 11/16/11:
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| "Once again Mom neglected to take a photo of me during the day so all you get is this bedtime photo. Enjoy." |
Thursday, 11/17/11:
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| Hello, beautful |
Saturday, 11/19/11:
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| "I am really mad I am in this stupid car seat and I am going to let you know it in just a second, just you wait." |
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| Justin and Mateo were there first but Silas clearly wanted in on the bonding action. |
Sunday, 11/20/11:
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| I love these eyebrows |
Monday, 11/21/11:
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| Sleepy face |
Tuesday, 11/22/11:
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| Another, "Oops, it's the end of the day and I haven't taken a picture of Teo" photo |
I have so many pictures on the computer that I should probably delete, but I just can't bring myself to. These pictures would probably look identical to most people but in each one I see the millions of slight variations in expression Mateo makes each day. I love him and his faces.
November 13, 2011
Hope Never Dies
As part of Veteran's Day weekend the Miami Dolphins gave free tickets to today's game against the Redskins to all members of the military and their families! The Redskins hardly ever play the Dolphins and are NEVER shown on TV around here (due to their terrible record and Florida having three NFL teams competing for airtime). Not even today's game was aired on our local stations...so what luck that we could go for free! As much as I was hoping the Skins would win Mateo's first football game, they did not disappoint in being disappointing, as always. Still, we had fun. Mateo was an angel. My biggest challenge, some days, is keeping him stimulated and entertained between feedings and naps. A pro football game is nothing but stimulating and entertaining so my job was easy! Almost too stimulating...I get total ADD and have to remind myself to watch the GAME, not the jumbotron (isn't that what it's called?), crazy fans, mascot, shiny things, etc., etc. It's like they almost don't want you to pay attention to how badly the game is being played. *Sigh.* At least the Miami fans were grateful for their win....
Here's Mateo, learning one of life's most fundamental lessons...the Redskins may always disappoint, but, as I told the guy behind us, "they're our team!"
Here's Mateo, learning one of life's most fundamental lessons...the Redskins may always disappoint, but, as I told the guy behind us, "they're our team!"
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