Vineyards & Babies Don't Mesh

This past weekend, I went to my homeland. Rolling vineyards with acres and acres of grapes, just ready to be made into a beautiful bouquet of wine. Ahhhh....swirl, sniff, sip. If I could help the process along and stomp the grapes myself, I would. I would be like Lucy when she goes to Italy? See, it could happen!



Okay, but really, my dad and Jamie came to visit this weekend and have been wanting to go to the local vineyard near my house for some time now. Of course I was really excited and couldn't wait to take them. Michael had to work so he wasn't able to join us and also help with baby duty. Who says babies can't go on wine tours? Ha! That's just what we did. Went on a wine tour. It was absolutely beautiful! We tried putting Davis in the little carrier, strapped on my dad, but he wasn't liking that too much. Note:Everyone on this tour seemed really into it and was especially quiet like we were in a library or something. Of course we would be there to add a little drama. About 10 minutes into the tour, Davis just wants to let it all out. Oh, Dear Lord. Not now. Please, not now. Stares coming from all different directions, with the look of, 'really, lady? You've got to be kidding me!' I happen to glance down at my watch. Crap! No wonder he's starting to fuss. Ooppss...he was supposed to eat 20 minutes ago. I am so getting mother of the year! So Davis and I try and make a quiet exit, and go feed him his bottle. No harm, no foul. We're good to go.

The tour was over, and my dad and Jamie return ready to do some wine tastings. I'm game! Who wouldn't want to do a wine tasting? (Don't look at me, I have my hand raised!) Everything was going great! We talked. Sipped wine. Ate delicious cheese. Then Davis needed a diaper change. Oh, no. There is no changing table. Well, why would there be a changing table at a winery? I got this. I lay his changing pad on the ground and start doing my thing. Well, I have to go now too. Might as well since we're in here. I happened to be wearing a jumper type of outfit. You know, the top and bottom is all one piece. So, I have my top down to my knees and I go about my business. The door swings open and two people are staring at me. Oh, this is fan freaking tastic! I have a baby on the floor and my clothes down to my knees. Perfect. I exit like nothing happened and just smile like it happens everyday. In my head, I'm thinking that these perfect strangers just practically saw my boobs! Oh, the adventures of motherhood never cease!

Can Guys & Girls Be Friends..Vlog Off

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Mommy Rhapsody

This is hysterical! It's a little long, but who can't relate to poop, laundry, and no sleep?!?

Thursday 5

What makes it even better is that it's Thursday Five..Where we get to look back on our week and and come up with 5 things that have made us..


Happy


Joyful


Excited


Jubilant


Grateful


Whatever you want..just no bad stuff..

This week has been such a turnaround for Davis and I have been elated! He has made such huge progress in just a few days, so I have to be a proud mom and share since you know I was worrying about it...just a little....okay, more than a little!

1) Davis is now pulling up in his crib and is so proud of himself. He even now has tried to climb his way out of the bathtub. Oh, let the fun begin.

2)We are transitioning from a bottle to a sippy cup a few times and he is doing so good!

3) HE HAD INDEPENDANT TIME! That is soooooo huge! And I'm saying 20 minutes, no screaming, no fussing, nothing. Just Davis and his toys. I thought I might shed a tear.

4)We are dropping his late afternoon 45 minute to 1 hour nap and it is going pretty smoothly.

5) Dexter and Davis are becoming best friends. It is so cute to see them together. However, this is what is now happening in my kitchen. I caught Davis actually feeding Dexter chicken breast, but couldn't help but laugh!

Pour Your Heart Out:Common Courtesy

Seriously, where and what happened to good old common courtesy? You would think your friends and family of all people would have some. But to no avail, some people have none. Were you raised in a barn? Do you have no manners? Did mama slap you with the stupid stick? I don't understand some people sometimes and what goes on in their heads. It has always, always bothered me when someone tells you they are going to do something and then don't. Sometimes don't even tell you that they aren't going to do it, and what, think you won't notice? I don't work that way. I will bend over backwards for you, keep my word, and be there, because that is what I would expect from other people. But ah, yes. Not everyone works that way.

What happened to RSVP to a party? It's completely nonexistent these days! Let me tell you, people showed up at my wedding and I didn't know who in the world some of those people were. It is completely uncouth to bring people that weren't invited, let alone people you don't even know. I can't even tell you how many people I met at my own wedding. Even if they are family, doesn't mean they have to come.

Although I didn't have a wedding this past weekend, I did have a BBQ for an early birthday. I was so excited when Michael decided to put this together for me in Dallas so I could see a bunch of my friends. It was going to be simple and fun. A cookout during the day, so that people could bring their kids, hang out and drink some beer. Easy! We sent out invites and at the bottom, (and it wasn't in fine print) said RSVP by texting to my phone. Granted, I did get a lot of texts saying that people were coming and I started to get so excited. I had counted over 30 people off the top of my head that were coming and I couldn't wait! The day of my BBQ, things started to change and my mood shifted. I texted some of my close friends saying I couldn't wait to see them....waiting, waiting. Nothing. I understand things happen. We have kids now. They get sick. Puke on your clothes, hair, what have you. So I totally understand. But if you can't come, have the common courtesy to at least let me know. I'm not going to get upset and start yelling at you or anything. Life is full of surprises. But I came in town expecting to see some of my close friends and didn't. Feelings hurt? Yes. What's my point? Pick up the phone. Text someone. RSVP! It's in the constitution!

Overall, my BBQ was a ton of fun, and don't get me wrong, people came. So don't go grabbing a Kleenex for me :) It was great and so much fun to catch up with friends I hardly ever get to see. My friends are amazing and I love you all!

Wordless Wednesday...Our New Family Portrait

These are most of the pictures that I ordered, and I am so excited about getting!! I think they turned out soooo great and just had to share them. Of course Davis didn't want to start smiling until we were done, but hey, atleast he wasn't crying!

Post It Note Tuesday :)

Mission Monkey

Pay it forward people! This could be anyone's child and no one deserves to suffer like this. Let's ban together and help this family out. Any donation would be a great help towards the recovery and medical bills for this family!


Hello blog-world! I am participating in what's known around the world as Mission Monkey day! What is Mission Monkey you ask? Well, there's this blogger friend of ours known as Pixie Momma, aka Michelle. Michelle has a little girl, or Monkey as she's known by who was diagnosed with Neuroblastoma. To learn more about it, click here. Monkey is a sweet little 16 month old girl. She doesn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this.But the good news is that Monkey only has Stage 1 (low risk). The bad news is the medical bills are mounting and the Physical Therapy (starts today) isn't covered by insurance. Michelle is using the donated money to offset medical bills. She will donate and unused portion to another family dealing with the same issue. This is why the blogging universe is banning together like never before to rally around Michelle and Monkey to provide support. In addition to further entice you to lend your hand, and donate to the cause, we have over 50 items that have been donated. Many bloggers are hosting these fabulous giveaways and all you need to win one of these items is just one raffle ticket.You may donate any amount of money via PayPal as it's linked directly to Michelle's bank account. However, in order to be a part of the raffle, this is how that's going to go. If you donate the following, you get the subsequent number of entries:
$10 - 2 entries
$20 - 5 entries
$30 - 10 entries
$40 - 15 entries
$50 - 20 entries
$75 - 35 entries
$100 - 50 entries
$200 - 125 entries The raffles for each item will start on or around July 1st.
Kerri over at Kerri's Klutter is donating $1 for each and every linkup she receives for her weekly meme, Comment Love Letters. In addition, Adrienne is matching Kerri's donation dollar for dollar! Go and link up and support Mission Monkey! These ladies are awesome so if you are not following them yet ya totally should! Again I am also donating for my Vlog off
Spread the word! Vlog about it, blog about it, facebook about it, tweet tweet about it!

Pour Your Heart Out

I have never participated in this before, but have written the same post in my head over and over. I figured it was about time to just go ahead and do it. If it makes some people upset or a little worried, I'm not worried about it and it's my blog. Hey, pour your heart out, right!?!

If any of you are like me and you love the shows 'Brothers and Sisters' and/or 'Parenthood' then you know that these families are extremely close. Maybe at times a little too close and you're thinking to yourself, shut up! But hey, they are family and at least they talk. Now I don't want my family to be completely all up in my business, but I do like having them around. Most of the time! But they know what is going on with each other, why they are upset, new things happening in their life. They say things with honesty even if it is going to hurt someones feelings. HONESTY.

My family isn't all that close. My immediate family, yes, but extended family, I forget that I have any sometimes. So, this is what kills me. As many of you know, my son Davis is now 9 months old. I think that's a good amount of time to pick up the phone and write an email saying congrats or anything. I have a certain family member that hasn't so much as picked up the phone and called me, written me an email, facebooked me, nothing. What is worse, is they have a house in the same city that I live in and haven't bothered to contact me. Hence the whole, my family is not close, bit. I hate it and it sucks. I don't know what the deal is. Does no one care to remain/stay/try and be close? I always wanted my children to have a large, close knit family and it's not looking that way. I have only one cousin that I am in contact with and that's it. It just makes me sad. It's very disheartening to me. I honestly think now at this point, if I was contacted, it would be because someone told them to and I wouldn't have much to say. I am pretty much at this point over it. I don't mean over it in the sense that it doesn't hurt, I mean over it. Why worry about having a relationship with someone that doesn't want one. I wash my hands of it.

Family issue #2. Be honest. I hate when people try and tip toe around issues in fear of what someone is going to say. A lot of times, family members don't tell me things, or wait until later to tell me something (which I always know anyway) for fear of what I will say. I never say anything to try and hurt someones feelings. I am honest with you and say these things because I care about you. If I didn't care, I would keep my mouth shut and nod my head. What good would that do anybody? I wish more people had this same mentality. Just tell it like it is. If someone doesn't like it, who cares. If they get mad, at least you know how they felt about the situation.

I absolutely love and adore my family and couldn't ask for a better relationship with them. We all have a pretty close knit bond which amazes and I would do anything for any of them. My sisters are my life line, and my parents and both tremendous for support. But what family would be a family without a little drama? :)

Wordless Wednesday...Peek a Boo

9 Month Update...Serenity Now

Another month has zipped by me and I have never felt like my life has gone by this quickly before. Today Davis is 9 months old. Wow! Really, Wow!! Last week when we had his 9 month checkup, I had to schedule his 12 month checkup. Fine, whatever. But then I realized, holy crap! That's in 3 months! My sweet little baby is growing up and is just the cutest thing in the world. If I could hold him all day, I probably would. Granted if it's a screaming day, I'll gladly pass him off.

I am still making all of Davis' food and actually just bought a cookbook to try out new and different things. I felt like I kept making the same kinds of stuff over and over. I bet the poor little guy was getting quite bored. He looooves meat. I get an extra thick slice of deli meat and mix it in with carrots or squash. I think that boy will eat anything!

He loves saying 'dada' still all the time. He has learned to squeal and scream, and oddly enough I find this very cute. We were out of town last weekend and I said we were going home soon to see daddy. He just looked at me all excited and started saying 'dada' over and over. Of course when I call Michael to share it with him, he stops. Go figure!

Davis is still sleeping amazing. I am crossing my fingers that this continues because it gives me a much needed break. He takes a nap from 10-12 and then again from 2-4. Sometimes he takes a cat nap for about 45 minutes around 5:45. He loves sitting in his highchair while we eat dinner and tries to cram as many Cheerios in his mouth as possible. (Usually spitting most of them out) I feed him his last bottle around 7:30-7:45, read a book and he's off to sleep until 8am. HUBBY TIME!

However, I can't help but worry about my little guy a bit. The doctor said last week that he is slightly behind developmentally and of course I can't help but be a little sad. I asked if there was anything else I needed to be doing with him and he said no, but still! He is still doing the same crawling type of thing. Where is he moving around, but not crawling. He goes around in circles, goes backwards, to the side, not forward! He can't quite figure out how to stay on his knees. I try and do exercises with him, but he just fights me. His doctor said he isn't too worried about the not crawling thing because some babies just don't crawl. Okay, we are fine there. It's the not pulling up thing. Yes, that's right. My 9 month old son is refusing to pull up. If he's holding onto my arms or my hands, he's good to go. Side of the crib, forget about it! So I have been doing exercises with him on this too. I just keep trying to tell myself to be patient, but I am learning the whole patience thing over here. But I am his mom and can't help be worried the slightest bit. His muscle tone and everything is great, I just think my poor son may be stubborn like his mama and he'll do it when he's ready!

Next subject at nine months. Separation anxiety! Dear tiny baby Jesus, help me Lord! If I could just go scream in the backyard, I would. But then cops may show up at my door with the neighbors. If I could put Davis in the backyard to scream, I would. Then that may result in cops, neighbors, and CPS at my door. God forbid I have to use the restroom or take a shower. Some days he doesn't know that I have left the room. Others, I can't step one foot out of the doorway. Frustrating, much?!? I realize this is completely normal and that he will grow out of it. However, he does not mind if his daddy is home or I leave him at the gym nursery. He loves it there! Deep breath! This actually messed up his sleep about a week ago because he did not want me to leave his sight. (He is also getting another tooth in so it has been super duper fun times at our house!)

On another note, 95% of the time, Davis is golden. I have no problems and he is a very happy baby. On the bad days, if anyone asked me when I was having another child, I would tell them they are crazy! But he is my little love bug and I can't get enough of him. As crazy as it sounds, I actually miss him sometimes when he is sleeping! The joys of parenthood!

Chocolate Helps Everything

Who doesn't love chocolate? Give me a little chocolate and a little bit of wine, and I'm a happy girl. So what about a chocolate face mask? Yes, that's right! I know, I know. People say that chocolate can give you acne, but not true my friend. Spread the love all over your face. (Please don't go melt a Hershey bar and literally spread it on your face)

Not only is this mask diet friendly,it is an excellent moisturizer, that leaves your skin soft and glowing. It is filled with tryptophan, an essential amino acid that is a precursor of serotonin, neurotransmitter that is thought to regulate mood. Cocoa powder, which is what chocolate is made of, is a wonderful and powerful antioxidant. It protects and frees the skin from free radicals, that cause significant damage to skin layers.

Ingredients:


1/3 cup cocoa
1/4 cup of honey
2 tablespoons of heavy cream (sour cream will work as well)
3 teaspoons of oatmeal powder

Preparation:

Mix all the ingredient until the mass in consistent. Apply on the face, gently massaging it so that oatmeal can start exfoliating the dead skin cell layer. Leave it on for about 20 minutes and rinse off with luke warm water.

In case you are wondering, there is a reason oatmeal and honey are added to this mix. Similar to its use in body scrub recipes, oatmeal it is recommended for sensitive skin, but can be used in preparation of facial masks for any skin type, as well as for preparation of facial exfoliants as it is gentle on the skin, yet highly powerful.

Honey on the other hand, is a great anti-bacterial agent, deeply cleanses your skin and opens up clogged pores. Now that you know all these benefits of chocolate, not only can you be guilt free while eating it, you can prepare an excellent chocolate face mask recipe and aid to your skin's youthful look and nourishment.

So spread the love and enjoy!!


**I am a liscensed esthetician in the state of Texas

From Caviar to Cheerios

Imagine your life is now a book. In 100 words, write the blurb for it. (It’s what people will read on the back cover.


From caviar to cheerios, this twenty-something wanna be writer, former esthetician, and first time mom, juggles the ever changing life of her nine month old son, Davis. Still strutting her stuff on the weekends, as she tries to bring sexy back, she makes life fun while dancing around the house in her pj's to make her son laugh along with her. Who said colic couldn't be fun!?! Married to her best friend, he often wonders how lucky he got when he chose this prized pearl. No day would be complete without a little spit up, drool, and pee shooting across the room. This is her life. Brace yourself.

Go Bananas...Wordless Wednesday

This Is The NOW Generation!!!

Oh, how times used to seem so much simpler. (Insert angelic, sweet music for effect in your head). You were outside, with your neighborhood friends, playing in every one's yards, and not a care in the world. Video games? Psssh. Whatever. Maybe some of your cool friends had Nintendo and everyone played Duck Hunt or Mario Brothers from time to time. But it was so much more fun to play flash light tag in the dark outside. Catching fireflies, squashing them, and making your body glow is probably forever gone. Do kids even know what fireflies are these days?! It seems that less and less you see kids outside playing. Bikes are also ancient. Plus, there are too many flippin crazies running around, to top it off.
Did you know that today's generation is now considered to be 'the dumbest generation of all?' Isn't that great. My son was doomed when conceived. They are often too busy texting, instant messaging, watching weird You Tube videos or playing with iPod apps to have an old-fashioned sit down with their mom. And that, according to Emory professor Mark Bauerlein, who has tarred the iPod generation with the dumbest honors, is the problem.
While parents gripe about these electronic addictions, Bauerlein, who is author of The Dumbest Generation: How the Digital Age Stupefies Young Americans and Jeopardizes Our Future, warns that these digital distractions whittle away at the intellect of teens and twenty-somethings and could also jeopardize their success in the workplace.
The times of today aren't called "Generation Now" for no reason. Isn't it apparent of kids of today are completely different when you were younger? Oh, do they know so much now. But they need to. Today, it would be hard to shelter your child and keep them innocent for too long. They can turn on the TV, or simply go to school for that matter, and learn all the things you don't want them to know about yet.
Here are a few lyrics from Black Eyed Peas-Generation Now:
I want money,
I want it-I want it
Fast Internet, stay connected in a jet
Wi-fi, podcast, Blasting out an SMS,
Text me and I'll text you back,
I want it, I want it NOW!
Since so much of young Americans’ communication is done electronically, they struggle with reading verbal cues. Maybe you can tolerate this, but the boss at your kid’s first job probably won’t.
“We live in a culture where young people — outfitted with phone and laptop and devoting hours every evening from age 10 onward to messaging of one kind and another — are ever less likely to develop the ’silent fluency’ that comes from face-to face interaction,” Bauerlein writes. “It is a skill that we all must learn, in actual social settings, from people (often older) who are adept in the idiom. As text-centered messaging increases, such occasions diminish…when it comes to their capacity to ‘read’ the behavior of others, they are all thumbs.”
It's pretty sad.

Happy Mother's Day

MOTHERS
Real Mothers don't eat quiche;
They don't have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
Are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
Filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough
Doesn't come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don't want to know what
The vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'
And get their answer when a little voice says, 'Because I love you best.'
Real Mothers know that a child's growth Is not measured by height or years or grade...
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...

The Images of Mother
4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't know everything!
14 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother? She wouldn't have a clue. .
16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's so five minutes ago.
18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

The BEST Mother's Day present ever!!!
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, EVERYONE!

My Favorite Momery

In lieu of Mother's Day, I thought I would write about my absolute favorite momery. What is a momery? Your favorite mom memory!

My parents had just gotten a divorce and it wasn't a fun time in our household. My mom moved myself and two sisters into a tiny two bedroom apartment, where my mom and I shared a bedroom for a little bit. We made the best of it and I felt like my mom and I had a sleepover every night. I used to lay in bed and pretend I was sleeping every night until she came into bed later. I got quite attached to sleeping in the same room with her. One night there was such a bad thunderstorm and it was raining really bad. My mom was up doing laundry and ironing clothes while the rest of us were "asleep" in our beds. I remember she came into our room really late that night, (it probably wasn't even really that late, but felt late at the time) and said get up, there is something I want to show you. My mom brought me outside onto the balcony and pointed to a spider web. The way that one of the outside lights was reflecting on this huge spider web, with the rain trickling down it, was magnificent. She looked at me, and said, "Isn't it beautiful?" We sat outside on our tiny little balcony in the rain, and gazed at that beautiful spider web for quite a while. Just me and my mom.

I loved that night. I'm glad she got me out of bed to share that moment with her. It may sound odd, staring at a spider web, but it truly was a magical moment.

Do you have a favorite moment?


I love you, Mama! Happy Mother's Day!!

Your Perfect Mother's Day

If you could do anything, absolutely anything your way for Mother's Day, what would you do? This year will be my very first Mother's Day and I have to say that I am actually quite excited about it. Now, I realize that when I wake up in the morning, fireworks won't be flying across the room (hello, fire hazard) or that Davis won't be bringing me breakfast in bed, (yeah, the kid can't walk yet) or even the dog bringing me the paper in. (We don't subscribe to the paper and we can even teach our dog to roll over) But I am excited because I am a MOM!!! This is the best, most rewarding job I have ever had. Some days are just glorious, perfect days where I can sit and relax and sip on a cup of tea or glass of wine, and ponder on all the amazing aspects of motherhood. Other days....well, let's not go there because this is a happy post.

I would love to sleep in. The thought of sleeping in sounds magical. Davis does wonderful on the whole sleep aspect and sleeps until 8am, so I am not sleep deprived or anything, I just want to sleep. Maybe even lay in bed and be lazy, drinking a cup of coffee. That would be amazing!

Not waiting on anyone for the weekend. Okay, fine, just the day will do. I don't want to fold laundry (have I mentioned I HATE laundry) I will not be cooking on Mother's Day, (although I love cooking, but the chef is off duty) Spill anything you want on the floor today, because I will just give Dexter (the dog) a free pass to go crazy wild and lick it up. Bottom line is, this mama is on vacation. You never know, you may find me hiding, drinking out of my 'sippy cup!' I will at least hold off until noon.

I have been dreaming of a day of pampering. Just a day to myself where someone would take care of me and I wouldn't have to lift a finger. I practically drool on myself just thinking about being at a spa for a day. My wish came true and I honestly cried when I got the news. Michael shocked me to the point where I was almost on the floor in tears because I was so excited. For Mother's Day, I am getting a full day at the spa. The works, baby. Manicure, Pedicure, Facial, Massage, and lunch. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz (that's me sleeping) I have not been this excited in so long. Plus, spas are just my thing. Being an esthetician and working in spas is what I used to do before little man came along, I am jumping for joy to be the one getting pampered! To top it off, I was told to go buy a new outfit or dress after my day of bliss. How can I argue with that? These opportunities are few are far between, so I'm jumping on it. Running like the wind and not looking back.

What would your absolute perfect day be? A maid? Beautiful jewelry? Spa day? A day of solitude? Sometimes a day sitting in a room by myself sounds amazing. But then the thought of no one there besides me may actually put me in a padded room. Spending time with your family? As much as I love them, Mama could use a break! Sipping cocktails near the ocean? If you live near the ocean, please keep this one to yourself!

Happy Early Mother's Day, Everyone!

Steppin out, with my baby....Wordless Wednesday

My stepsister had her absolutely beatiful wedding last weekend, and Michael and I had a night to ourselves. I have to say, we had so much fun!!!



My dad & I

My seesters :)

I LOVE this man!

Change Isn't Always Good

It's that time again. Growth spurt time. I swear, a few days last week I was just ready to throw in the white towel and crawl in a hole. When Davis goes through a growth spurt, he goes through a growth spurt. To top it off, he was also experiencing separation anxiety with allergies to boot. It was fun times in our household. But wouldn't you know, but the time daddy gets home, he is a sweet angel. Michael with the look on his face like, 'whatever do you mean, Jessica? Not this precious baby!' Blah!

Davis is no fun to be around when it's growth spurt time. I am just glad that these don't happen often, because we would really try and find a way to have his room soundproof. (Can we still do that anyway?!?) He screams, and cries, and whines, and moans. And SCREAMS!!! Lord have mercy. Did I mention that he screams? I fed him an ounce more than normal and I probably would have fed him more than that, but that is all the bottle would squeeze in there. What in the world will we do when this child is a teenager? I think he'll be eating for family of five on his own, I'm sure. Feeding him a little more seemed to help some...for a few minutes, at least. I just feel so helpless and hate that there is nothing I can do to help him. I know he is in pain and I hate it for him. It breaks my heart when he gets like that. Along with me wanting to rip my hair out and scream right with him.

Along with his growth spurt, he was going through separation anxiety. I know not every child experiences this, but apparently I am just so blessed to have Davis go through it. Gee, is it just fun stuff, or what? I seriously couldn't leave the room for five seconds without him freaking out. It even disrupted his sleep, something I always brag to my family about. He woke up a few times screaming in terror and sounded so scared. I went in to his room and held him for a bit, trying to let him know that everything was okay. I'm here...I haven't left. Although the thought crossed my mind. He actually was okay. I spoke too soon. He's not okay. After I couldn't do anymore, I actually had to go sit in the garage in the car. This is as sound proof as it's going to get. I sat in there on the phone with my best friend, crying in tears that I wish there was something I could do. Now she doesn't even have children yet, and she managed to calm me down. She had to remind me that growth spurts can be so painful as she remembers having some when she was little. Her mom having to rub her legs while she would be crying at night. This actually made me feel better and I calmed down. I know there is nothing I can do, except give him more love and attention. I think it may be just as painful for me as it is for him.

Today is a new day and I think he is doing a lot better. We were away from him for one night this past weekend, and I swear the boy grew! He looks so much bigger to us now. He seems like he is much better spirits and to be feeling much better. Has anyone experienced the exciting separation anxiety? I felt like we went back in time and he had colic all over again. Fun stuff!