I’m not a writer. I suck at spelling and grammar. But I’ve always liked writing down my thoughts and I’m always writing Patrick little notes. Patrick and I have even started writing letters to Jace in the cards we get him for holidays. We hope to keep doing it every year and that one day he will love reading them.
I’ve always followed a few peoples blogs and when I had Jace I started following even more! I liked knowing that others were going through the same things we were. I liked knowing that while I was endlessly rocking and patting a screaming baby in the middle of the night that I wasn’t the only one…that I wasn’t doing it all wrong and that I wasn’t a bad mom.
I read tip after tip on what will help with this and what will help with that. Some worked and some didn’t. Some things you just have to figure out on your own. But as time went by I liked knowing what Jace needed. Why he was crying in the middle of the night, and what I could do to help him feel better. Of course I’m still learning, he teaches me new things everyday and everyday something happens that I’m not sure what to do about at first.
So a few months ago I decided that I wanted to start a blog. I felt that I had something that I wanted to share. I wanted to write down all the silly stuff Jace does and let other new moms know that they are not the only ones that just woke up and had to clean poop out of their child’s armpit before they even got to drink a cup of coffee in the morning. (Patrick thought that was hilarious when he got that text message a few weeks ago.)
Ever since Jace was tiny when he would be wide awake we always joked that he had coffee in his bottle. He would be laughing or bouncing at 1 in the morning and we would look at each other and ask who gave it to him this time. Then about a month ago we decided that he must of gave himself the coffee. At the time there was a small table sitting right outside of his jail (play yard area) and I had a cup of cold coffee sitting on it. I had just put a cute outfit on him because we were going to meet Patrick at work for his lunch and go eat with him. I was putting on my shoes and I see him with his whole arm stuck through the tiny little hole in the gate reaching for that cup of coffee. Unfortunately he was quicker than I was that day and he tipped the cup over and it spilled into his jail. I’m trying to clean it up and trying to keep him out of the puddle of coffee on the floor. But he ended up really needing new clothes after that since he decided that he wanted to crawl through the puddle…. But anyway that’s how we came up with “Who Gave The Baby Coffee”.
My goal is to share all the things that Jace is teaching me. I want to write down all the silly things he does and all of the OMG moments.
But for now it’s nap time 🙂