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Happy Friday!

Last night we did something for the first time since having Aiden (and unfortunately, no, unlike the Tostitos commercial on TV, we did not sleep in). The three of us stayed overnight in a hotel. Well it wasn’t a hotel, it was a very fancy and luxurious golf resort and spa. We booked the Romance Escape package. And yes, we took our son. There were flowers, truffles and wine in the room. And plenty of space for a playpen.

What other choice do you have when you don’t have family around to spend the night with your baby so you can have a night away with your hubby? But you know what, it wasn’t 100% that.  Both myself and my hubby wanted to take A. Maybe we are wimps because we haven’t been away from him overnight before, but we thought it’d be fun for the little guy. And us. We were right.

Spending the night somewhere other than your home is totally different when you have a baby. There is so much stuff to bring it is unreal. You would think we were going for a month, not one night. I could not risk running out of food, snacks or milk for him. Yet I didn’t have anything for myself (again I found myself eating Mum Mum’s). Not only that but I forgot my toothbrush and paste. For those of you who know me, this caused me to panic. I was happy when I found out they had dental kits at reception. Phew. Crises averted! Me having no tooth brush would be like A having no diapers. Shitty.

So we go to this fancy resort (where George Bush and Tiger Woods have stayed before I might add) and it is not hard to tell that they don’t have children as guests very often. Why would they really, it is a golf resort and spa? But anyways, here we were, carting around a one year old from place to place. We had some strange looks and I am sure there were many people who were hoping they weren’t staying in the Suite next to ours. Even the waitress at the restaurant didn’t look overly thrilled when I asked for a highchair. She was also laughing a few minutes later when my son would fake laugh whenever the 20 business men wearing golf attire would laugh at the table next to us.

My hubby golfed, I had a massage, we went for a tour of the resort, we napped and we went swimming. Sure there were some things we didn’t do because we had A with us, like go to the formal dining room for dinner (apparently me not having anything other than sandals to wear prevented that from happening anyways). So what! We ordered room service. How often do you get to enjoy a meal and leave the dishes outside your door for someone else to worry about? We didn’t get to go for an evening stroll or go for a drink at the bar. We were in bed by 10pm. We didn’t sleep in. We had a 1 year old up and ready to go at 6am, ready to explore the new environment. We were up and gone by 8:30am before nap time.

This is just another way having a baby (or I guess I should say toddler now) changes things. I have never left a note for housekeeping before apologizing for the little peanut butter handprints on the floor and glass door. But hey, there is a first for everything. It was a first of many new experiences but it was a good one. We took over 100 pics to show for our first family mini-vacation. It may not have been romantic, but it was fun and memorable. We drank the wine and ate the truffles  – all while the baby slept in the playpen.

Hugs & Smiles,



And so it begins….


Happy Sunday (oh Sunday….we meet again ;-))

From the day your baby is born, you start anticipating all the milestones. Their first smile (that is not gas), their first tooth, gurgles and coos. It is exciting when the baby moves beyond the ‘lump stage’ and actually starts moving his/her body, waves and claps, laughs and rolls over and starts sitting up. It’s even more fun when they start eating solids and become mobile.  

You take pictures, mark the date and glow with pride over your baby’s accomplishments. If you are anything like me, you sit back and get a little shocked at how fast your child is growing up! In front of your eyes, your baby is turning into a little person (with a big personality).

My son took his first step today. 1 year, 3 weeks and 1 day old. He has been standing for a long time now. He is pretty steady on his feet, but today was THE day. It happened. The day we have known was coming for a while. The moment we have anticipated and prayed wouldn’t happen at the sitters. And I missed it. SERIOUSLY! I missed it. 

I wrote in an earlier post about how important it was to get out on your own without your baby. Well that bit me in the ass. haha. I spent the entire weekend, as I always do, with my son. I woke with him at 5am this morning…….I played with him, fed, napped and walked him and at 4:20pm this afternoon I realized I needed to get something from the mall. I decided it would be nice to go by myself, to get out of the house and run to the mall for 5 minutes to pick up a pair of shoes. I wasn’t gone a total of 20 mins….. but 10 minutes into my exciting trip I get a text from my husband that says I should probably hurry home. I asked why…..and when he told me I almost cried.

 I was in Payless buying a pair of shoes and I almost shoplifted. Not on purpose, but in my mad rush to get to my car and back home, I almost ran out of the store wearing my new black sandals (that I now hate and blame for missing my son’s first step). I didn’t of course. I paid for them, and in my anxious state entered the wrong pin number and had to start over. I swear I just wanted to throw my debit card at the cashier and tell her to take it, I didn’t care. I had better places to be. (Note to self: start carrying cash).

So I drove home, barely stopped at two stop signs, got caught behind two cars that were going less than the speed limit (note to self: apologize to old lady for flipping her the bird) so it seemed like a long drive home. 

When I walked through the door my son was sitting on the floor. I expected him to walk down the stairs to greet me. He was walking now wasn’t he? ha! So here was what I missed:  My husband had been in the kitchen and “A” reached up to him as if he wanted to go up in his arms. My hubby took a step back and put his arms out, and when he did,  A took two very sturdy and balanced steps toward him and into his arms!!! After hearing this,  I tried it when I came home. I stood him in front of me and crouched down and put my arms out. It was a bit wobbly, but he took one step toward me. YAY! So to me, that was what counted- that was his first step 😉  

I am actually not bitter that my husband witnessed the first step, I am just beyond thrilled that it happened. It is so exciting to watch your baby grow and learn. He is saying “up” and “gone” now, and “uh oh” over and over. I could listen to the sound of his sweet little voice all day long (even at 5am when he wakes up, it makes me giggle). It honestly seems like yesterday he was a little 7lb wrinkly little baby. Now, he’s growing into a little boy. I see changes in him almost everyday.

 I thought that the fact that he grew in and came out of my body was amazing (and still kinda alien). Well watching him grow on the other side is even more amazing. It really is a miracle. And it’s just the beginning.

 Hugs & Smiles,