NathanRising
life with a new baby
life with a new baby
Aug 26th
Posted by Jen in Oh the things Nathan does
YOU GUYS! You won’t believe what Nathan just did! (On second thought, considering all the wacky things Nathan has done, I’m sure you WILL believe this!)
So I noticed he was playing with something today. Something small, and I couldn’t quite make out what it was. It looked like maybe a wad of lint or hair. I watched him drop it on the floor, poke at it much like a cat poking at a cornered mouse, and then he picked it up back up and held it to his face, scrutinizing it. Then, he opened his mouth really wide and right as Nathan was about to plop it into his mouth, I scooped in and took this unknown object out of his hand.
To my complete horror, I discovered he was about to EAT A DEAD SPIDER.
A DEAD SPIDER!
I don’t know how long it had been dead. I don’t know if Nathan killed it, or found its curled-up carcass in the dark recesses under his changing table or perhaps under his toy chest. All I know is that I am seriously freaked out right now.
I mean, EW!
EW! EW! EW!
And then I started thinking about that welt on his leg that appeared the other day. That angry, swollen welt caused undoubtedly by some spider. Some stupid, piece of shit spider that bit my little boy. This spider could very well have been The One. I mean, it just looks like it would bite someone for no reason.
And it was missing two legs. I DON’T EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHY.
All I can say is if that was the same spider, vengeance was very obviously served cold. Sweet, sweet retribution.
Oh man, oh man. I can’t believe my son was playing with that thing! I can’t believe he ALMOST ATE IT. I am so very glad I stopped him before he did… that would have been GROSS! Can you imagine? Spider guts gushing into your mouth? Little prickly legs sliding down your throat? Ok, I think this has obviously affected me more than it did Nathan. My Lord. I’m totally going to be completely gray before this child grows up.
Aug 24th
Posted by Jen in Randomness
What a weekend. First, I stubbed my toe so badly that it turned this gross, mottled brown color. Thankfully, I didn’t break it, but it hurt like a biatch for quite a while. Secondly… oh man, oh man. Secondly, I tried to go to church on Sunday. I walked into the building with Nathan on my hip, but I was almost immediately given dirty looks by a number of people. Only two ladies were friendly to me. When I dropped Nathan off in the nursery, even the lady in charge there was curt and rude. Finally, as I was walking upstairs to the service, someone forcibly PUSHED me out of her way. After that, I got a couple more rude looks. And ladies, I know you know what I am talking about… where they look you up and down and then they sneer. SNEER. As if I was loathsome and disgusting.
It made me cry.
Which made me mad.
So I turned back around, grabbed Nathan out of the nursery, and left. I didn’t even stay for the service. Because I know where I am not welcome, and I was absolutely not welcome there. It was very hurtful and disappointing.
However, I wasn’t going to allow such behavior to prevent me from attending church. So, with Nathan in my arms, I walked next door to a church of a totally different denomination, and the difference in the atmosphere was like night and day. The people were so kind, friendly, warm, and welcoming. No one, not one single person, was rude to me or made me feel bad.
The experience I had at the first church was so surreal that I felt like I had been plucked from reality and thrust into someone’s high-school nightmare. It was such a judgemental environment, and I absolutely will not ever step foot in there again.
I don’t know why people, especially people who call themselves Christians, can be so rude and disrespectful to a newcomer in their own church.
Then, last but not least, Nathan was bitten by something on his leg. It’s nothing serious, and he’s not sick or running a fever, but he has this angry little welt that he scratches so much that it’s scabbed. I tried putting a band-aid over it, and of course, he just yanked it off.
So now I’m looking forward to relaxing and letting some of this stress melt off me. Hopefully my toe will heal soon… it is NOT FUN having an achy toe.
Aug 21st
Posted by Jen in All About Nathan
So here lately, whenever Nathan gets in trouble for something, he stretches out his arms, toddles up to me, and gives me kisses and hugs. Even with little tears streaming down his face.
It doesn’t matter if I say a simple “No, not for Nathan” or “Don’t touch that, little guy.” His eyes well up with sparkling tears, his chin quivers, and he starts wailing a broken ambulance siren. Then he throws his little arms around my neck and kisses me.
That’s why I can never be mad at the little guy. He’s such a sensitive, precious sweetheart, and it breaks my heart when I have to hurt his little feelings and not let him do something that could cause him to get hurt, such as playing with electrical cords or grabbing the scissors the millisecond that I have my head turned. (How DO their little hands move SO quickly?). The way he acts when I have to tell him no, you’d think I’m the meanest mom in the world and that I callously crushed his heart!
This isn’t going to get any easier as he gets older… is it?
Aug 20th
Posted by Jen in All About Nathan
Watching Nathan run is hilarious! The little guy has this big ole head, so when he runs, his head kind of tilts backwards.
Like the top of a Pez candy dispenser when it’s opened.
And I cant help but laugh. Every single time.
Aug 20th
Posted by Jen in Oh the things Nathan does
So yesterday, as I was cleaning the kitchen, I had Nathan in his room with the baby gate up. When I was done cleaning, I decided to make myself something to eat, along with a cold glass of chocolate milk. I poured my milk, walked into the living room, and set it on the coffee table as my lunch was heating in the microwave. Nathan, in the meantime, wanted to hang out with me. So I walked him from his room to the living room, where I left him for a total of ten seconds in order to retrieve my lunch from the microwave.
When I returned to the living room with my lunch, Nathan had discovered my glass of chocolate milk. And by discovered, I mean he had put his entire arm, UP TO HIS ELBOW, inside the cup. And when he saw me looming in the living-room doorway, his eyes became about as big as saucers and he completely froze. With his entire arm planted firmly in my delicious glass of chocolate milk.
Yes, I still drank it.
Every last drop.
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