Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
We like this song in our house.
Daddy likes it for obvious reasons. Reasons Tyson will discover when he understands why some days he wakes up with a pee-pee that sticks straight up. Beyonce, leotards, dance moves that involve bending over and leotards. Fantastic.
Mommy is much more wholesome (or crazy, it really depends on how you look at it). You see I've changed the words when I sing it out loud to Tyson. (I've changed the words to many songs -loads of time with no adults to talk to-but this happens to be my favorite and most clever) In our house it's no longer, "If you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it." It's now "If you like it then you shoulda put a bib on it..." And, really...hilarious, huh? Because Tyson-he spits (LOTS) and if I liked the outfit, I should have put a bib on it.
Man, I need adult interaction. Perhaps my return to work on Monday will be a positive thing.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tyson, as you're bound to find out sooner rather than later, your Mommy is, shall we say, a little bit anal retentive. In fact, these overly meticulous traits possessed by Mommy seem to have increased ten-fold since we learned the union of Daddy's sperm and Mommy's ovum would, indeed, lead to your birth.
Case in point. T’was a wonderfully sunny, Saturday morning, roughly three months (THREE MONTHS!!!!!!) before you were even due to be hatched. Daddy waltzed into "his" shower, only to find; not one, not two, not three, not even four, or five, not f****ing six, but seven, yes, seven rubber duckies precisely placed on the shelves where Daddy once put all of his shaving supplies. "Honey,” Daddy yelled to Mommy, "Is there something I should know about, like, did we have a kid two years ago that I'm somehow unaware of?" “No,” Mommy replied in her delightfully innocent voice, “I’m just getting ready for when Tyson is born.” Seriously, ‘getting ready for when Tyson is born’. You were still three months from showing us your cute little face and Mommy was placing rubber duckies in the f***ing bath tub! Ughhhh.
Tyson, just so you know though, Daddy is not as sour about this as he may sound. In fact, Daddy totally knew Mommy was anal retentive before he married her. The fact that she had the wedding completely planned three months (THREE MONTHS!!!!!!) before Daddy popped the question should have given him a clue. And, he even loves her for it! Also, just so you know, the only thing Daddy could do was smile when he saw the seven rubber duckies in “his” shower : )
Thursday, January 21, 2010
In the months prior to Tyson's big arrival, I read nearly every baby book I could get my hands on. I was a daily visitor (correct that, stalker) of sites like the bump.com and birthcenter.com. I could recite the 5 S's forward and backward. I'd like to think that this studious preparation resulted in our jackpot baby, but really, parenthood is not like school (which is kinda good as Daddy really didn't put in the same A for effort preparation as Mommy and I'm guessing this would be a team grade). All the studying and reading in the world does not equal a good baby. Luck does. And we got lucky.
PPS: This will be the last post (for awhile) where I brag about how Tyson is the smartest, cutest, happiest baby because:
a) I don't want to bore you with the obvious.
b) We've already said we'll allow Tyson to read this when he gets older and I really don't want a cocky kid. Cocky kids are not stinkin cute.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
This blog is for you. Sure, we've found a great outlet to document our jouney into parenthood-follies and all (you may even see Mommy and Daddy disagree on here at times), yes, the blog will be great for Grandmas and Grandpas to follow your every.single.move, and OF COURSE Mommy will use it to whore out all of your adorable baby pictures (because you really are stinkin cute). But, really this blog is for you.
Because November 5th, 2009 completely changed our lives. Scratch that- March 4th, 2009 completely changed our lives. That's the day we found out you had chosen us to be your Mommy and Daddy. US! After close to a million pregnancy tests (it only took two months, Mommy was just a little neurotic), we finally had the result we were waiting for. You were on your way!
Mommy had a ridiculously easy pregnancy and an even easier delivery. The first words you heard on your birthday (besides, "Touchdown!"-ask Daddy) were, "He's perfect." And, you are. Just ask us.
You have changed our lives in the most amazing ways. You are such a happy baby. Content with smiling at the ceiling fan or cooing at yourself in the mirror. Your smile (even at 3 AM) makes us smile. Your cries are few and far between. You've discovered your voice and sometimes, we swear, we can hear your laugh in there just itching to get out.
You have given us the most amazing gift in the world-you. This blog is our thank you. Someday, when you are much, much, much older, you can laugh with (at) Mommy and Daddy, you can read about your first steps and your first words, you can see some naughty words (just don't use them) and you can learn just how much you are loved by two people who never knew just how much joy you would bring them.
We love you Tyson.
Mommy and Daddy
PS--No, you were not named after Mike Tyson or Tyson Chicken, just in case you've been wondering.