Christmas

I was told a few days ago that I post too much stuff about my son on facebook. I ignored the comment that was said and went home that night thinking about it. Xander is my son, he is a part of me. He has spent his whole life with me, literally. X is rarely without me, I'm a stay at home mom. He doesn't spend every day at a babysitter or somebody else's house, in fact, the only time he goes to anyone's houses it's because they've begged to watch him. He was inside of me for 8months. He depends on me to keep him safe, to protect him, and to brag about him. He has become easily the biggest part of my life, and because of that I'm going to post about him on facebook, on my blog, I'm going to text about him and talk about him nonstop and if you don't want to hear about my baby then you can delete me off facebook and stop talking to me all together because my baby is more important to me then you are. 

On a happier note, my baby turned 9months on Christmas Eve. (: We had his well-check today(on accident, It was supposed to be on friday but I had to see the doctor today so we just went in today and got everything done.) 

Xander 

23lbs 4oz, 80 percentile 

29.25in long, 75 percentile

all around he is in the 90 percentile

I've been trying to teach Xander about Christmas and reading lots of Christmas stories to him. Christmas Eve we went to the annual Morriss family Christmas Party where we all had dinner and got our Christmas PJ's and presents. Christmas morning we slept in, then Xander woke up to open his presents. He learned quickly how to rip off the wrapping paper and enjoy the new toys underneath it. The train that Santa brought X has turned into a walker and he uses it to walk all through the house. Yep, that's right, my son never crawled and now he walks with help of a walker! (: After we opened the Christmas presents at home we went to Ryan's parents where they completely spoiled all of us! We got lots of presents. Xander got a Battery powered Lightning Mcqueen car that he drives straight, I'd say around but he hasn't figured out how to turn it yet. (: We hope all of you had an amazing Christmas season! 

Today I was a bad mom.

Maternal Instinct

"Psychologist Abraham Maslow argued that humans no longer have instincts because we have the ability to override them in certain situations. He felt that what is called instinct is often imprecisely defined, and really amounts to strong drives. For Maslow, an instinct is something which cannot be overridden, and therefore while the term may have applied to humans in the past, it no longer does."- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Instinct

Before I became pregnant with X I had thought that 'maternal instinct' was a joke. I googled Maternal instinct and I couldn't find a definition for it, so I thought I would read up on it. Above, is what I found about humans. I found a lot on animals. Such as Sea Turtles, how when they are hatched they will automatically return to an ocean. 

My maternal instincts took over when I was pregnant with X but I haven't thought about it until today. While I was pregnant I had a "strong" feeling I was going to have a boy and guess what? I did. Ever since X was born I could tell the difference in his cries. I knew when he was hurting, when he was hungry, when he was tired, when he just wanted to be played with. I knew when something was wrong. I could tell the difference in his actions whether something was hurting him, or he was getting tired, or annoyed. I could tell when he didn't want to be around certain people, and when he wanted someone, even before he could let me know. 

Today, however, has been a bad day for my maternal instincts. 

Today while X cried, I knew he wasn't feeling good. I knew his belly ached and he didn't want to eat, but I made him a bottle and tried to feed him, ignoring my instincts. As he turned his head and arched his back to get away I thought, why didn't I listen to my instincts? 

I picked him up and calmed him down, I took him into the bathroom where his dad was showering, I got him undressed and handed him to his dad to see if the warm water would help, and he started to scream. My husband turned off the shower, filled the bath with water and let X play in the tub. It calmed him down and he seemed happier but he still didn't seem like himself. After a few minutes of playing and a few smiles we went to wash his hair  when he threw up. I got him out of the tub pretty quickly and got him cleaned off. As I was getting him dressed I knew he was tired, so I said the one word my baby HATES, "moo." He usually wont do anything unless he is tired, if he is tired he pouts, then sometimes if he is really tired he will cry. My mistake was knowing that he wasn't feeling good and that he was tired and I still did it.

 I.said.moo. 

He pouted, he cried, and then he screamed! 

After a few minutes of talking to him and getting him to calm down I decided that I really should start listening to my instincts more often. Especially since every time he looked at me for about an hour after that he would pout and then start to cry. 

Today I was a bad mom. I feel badly about what I did to my son today. I promise I will be better. 

I do 'moo' on occasion just to see this.

 Look at how cute he is! Even when he pouts!