Peek-a-boo, I scared you!

I swear that every single day, Braylon is doing something new. In the past week, he's eaten pears, rolled-over, put himself to sleep without crying, laughed hard, and found a new love/hate for peek-a-boo. The other day I got him to laugh playing peek-a-boo. When I hear him laugh, I try my hardest to keep it going. I will do anything and everything to hear that laugh over and over and over again. One time however, I guess I left my face hidden a little too long during this game, and when I "peek-a-boo"ed him, he definitely wasn't expecting it. Not only did I scare him, but I made him cry. He is scared pretty easily with these types of games and it wasn't the first time that I had scared him. Hearing his cry though, made me feel so guilty! I didn't do it on purpose, but just to hear the fear in his cry...

He's been rolling over constantly since last week, and unfortunately he's doing it in the crib too. I say unfortunately because he has to be swaddled. He isn't a HUGE fan, but he WILL NOT sleep without it. It is very dangerous for a baby to be on his stomach while he is wrapped up in a blanket, as he can apparently suffocate easily. So now that he's randomly rolling over, I don't know what to do. I've tried one arm and that seems to be okay, but the second I leave the other unwrapped, he's waking himself up. If you have suggestions, I'd love to hear them.

I say this often, but I just can't get over how fast he is growing up. I know 5 months isn't that long if you think about the many years to come, but man, it's gone quick and I feel like if I blink I may miss something. I love that boy so much that I feel crazy sometimes. How can you love something SO much? I saw someone on Extreme Makeover:Home Edition say, "The purpose of life is to live life for a purpose." Braylon is my purpose.

Motherhood is hard. A good hard. A few weeks ago, I made an emergency appointment at the pediatricians office. I knew for a fact that there was something wrong with Braylon. He was constantly crying, and randomly screaming. As a new mother, I naturally believed he could be dying! I had run through the checklist: Am I feeding him too much? Is he not sleeping? Does he have gas? Am I not feeding him enough? Is he constipated? Fever? None of these things seemed to be the problem. It had to be worse! Brace yourself, because it was. The doctors diagnosis: He's got me trained. How can a 3 1/2 mo old train me? What's worse, is that that little booger had me feeling so embarassed. Is this a foreshadowing? I hope not. Since that visit, I've really been working on HIM. I found that the best way to get through the crying is to jump into the shower. I make sure he doesn't need anything and then I put him in his crib. Once the shower goes on, it is soundproof. If he's still crying when I get out, I check on him and then go blow dry my hair. He never lasts past the blowdry. When I was able to hear him crying, I felt guilty, and when I picked him up while he was crying, I felt anxious. It was time to make a change. He's doing better now. I can already see a big difference and I feel like my little baby will be a little boy before I know it. I started him on cereal once he turned 4 months. Here are a few pictures of his first bite.




Tomorrow will be day 5 of cereal. Every day he has grown to hate it more and more. I am hoping to come up with a way to get him to eat it successfully. Until then, I will just practice the cleaning of the face with a spoon technique.

Here goes nothing!

I've needed some way to express my frustrations, my joys, and the craziness that ensues while being a first time mom. I've read all of the books, and for some reason, I'm still surprised at every little thing that happens. Hopefully, in writing this, I will appreciate and hold on to all of the little things I get to enjoy on a day to day basis with my son Braylon. He just turned 4 months old on Tuesday. Time seriously flies by too fast. Here's a little montage of the little boy who has stolen my heart.