Rollin...Rollin...Rollin...on the River

Record-Keeping

July 1, 2009: TREY ROLLED OVER FOR THE FIRST TIME. We were leaving for vacation the next day and I had to exchange some clothes I purchased before we left. So I ran to do this, and some last minute errands, during my lunch hour. I was in the dressing room of New York and Company making sure my new shorts would fit when I got a call from Deo. "He finally did it!" We had been waiting for him to do it for quite a while since he was so, so, so close to rolling over. Deo said he laid him down on his play mat to do the dishes. Half-way through the dishes he heard his cooing get a little muffled, looked over and he was laying on his belly. As he was walking over to him, he then rolled back over on his back. Then called me of course!

July 11, 2009: TREY SAID HIS FIRST WORD, "MA MA." I was up in Phoenix at my Aunt Lauri's house for the day. I was up in her room nursing Trey while she was putting clothes away. He was being a little fussy and in the midst of his gurgles and coos he distinctly cried, "MA MA." My and aunt and I looked at each other in disbelief wondering if the other one had heard it too. Even though he may not exactly know what he was saying, it was definitively "Ma Ma." I called Deo and of course he didn't believe me. The next day, some of Deo's family was over and I was telling them the story and they are all looking at me like I'm crazy. I left to drop some things off at my brother's house and when I returned they all were excited as they said Trey said "Ma Ma" again. They said he was fussing around and cried it out, similarly to how he did it with me. Even though Deo doesn't think he knows what he is saying (I think he totally knows), he did say it was clearly "Ma Ma" coming from his mouth!!!!

July 11, 2009: THE FIRST TIME I SAW TREY ROLL OVER. Even though Deo said Trey's been rolling over since the beginning of the month, I had yet to actually see him do it. It was while I was up in Phoenix as my aunt's and Trey was laying on the floor. We were all prepping dinner and all of a sudden, my aunt looked over and saw Trey on his belly. We rushed over there and he totally was hanging out, peering around on his little belly. A couple minutes later he rolled right back over to his back. I was glad I finally got to see him do it!

Tres Months

I can't believe my little boy is 3 months old already! A couple weeks ago, when Trey actually turned 3 months, our amazing friend, Nando, came over and held a photo shoot with our bundle of joy. Trey started off a little fussy and not wanting to get into any of the pre-selected positions I had wanted. However, I think he started to get into it after awhile, even if it was for only a few short minutes. Nando ended up getting some really great shots.


Some things I hope to remember from this age are:

• the way he sticks his little tongue out from his adorable, gummy smile
• the way his eyes widen like silver dollars when I turn on a bright light
• how he talks to his lion, monkey, and hippo friends on his bouncer in the morning
• his rolling laughter when I give him fishy-kisses, butterfly kisses, Eskimo kisses, European kisses, Trey kisses, Mommy kisses, Daddy kisses, Toby kisses...and any other kisses I can think of
• how he is so, so close to rolling over and how excited I get when I think "this will be the time"
• they way he looks like a little bird when he lifts his head off the floor during tummy time

I love that my little guy will still cuddle with me and will cry just becuase he wants me to hold him. And how holding him really does comfort him and make him happy. I try to remember this most of all as I hear this stage goes by quicker than any mom expects. For now, I'm still the only woman in his life.

I love his different facial expressions; how he can be so thoughtful and inquisitive. Everyday it seems as if he recognizes something new. I do my best to read to him everyday. Right now, he seems to enjoy a touch-and-feel book I recently picked up, but is now starting to want to taste-and-eat his books as well.

I love how he looks at me when I go to get him from his crib in morning. Did I mention that I love that he sleeps in his own crib and through the night? I LOVE that! Even though I get sad that this very fact is really testing me at allowing him his independence...and it's harder than I could ever imagine. All of those "you'll understand when you have kids" speeches I heard as a child all make perfect sense to me now.

And who could forget that cute little baby bottom!

Road-Rashed Right Leg

I have come realize why there are no adult ripsticks or razor scooters. Even though I hate to admit it, I am no longer a teenager. God has a funny way of reminding you of this.

Deo's 13 year old brother, Michael, was in over the weekend with Deo's parents. Saturday night was spend innocently enough at Sam's Club perusing the warehouse for things we didn't need. For Michael, this was some type of mixture between the above units. Early Sunday morning, I was up early with the baby and saw the scooter lying by the table tempting me. Through the dusk lit house, I quietly flipped on my flops and headed out for the street for some joyriding. I made it two times up and down the street before I started getting cocky. As I road past the house for the third time, now drawing an audience of my in-laws and husband, I scooted faster....faster.....faster....and.....CRASH! From what I remember, I was headed for a parked truck on the side of the road, tried to turn too sharply, and...yes...fumbled majorly. My right leg is road rashed all way from my knee to my big toe...which unfortunately bore the brunt of the accident. It's pretty gruesome so I will spear you any pictures. Let's just say I'm lucky to still have my toenail! It's funny how in one day I went from a carefree teenager to a limping senior citizen. Such is life.

Sad Baby

So my poor little baby cried a tearful cry today...his first real cry from getting hurt. It was absolutely heartbreaking. And to top it off, I caused those streaming teardrops. I was nursing Trey and trying to get my glasses out of their case. Doing so one-handedly, I snapped the case shut and it pinched my baby's chubby little thigh. It took only half a second for his face to turn cherry-red and the horrified wail to sound. I could do nothing but comfort my little boy, kiss his sore boo boo, and apologize profusely. It was horrible!!!