Eight-Month Letter January 28, 2008

Dear Baboo,

I should have started doing this a long time ago.

You recently turned 8 months old. In the matter of two or three days you learned how to sit yourself up and how to pull yourself to a standing position. A few days prior to the above listed events, you abandoned your military crawl for a traditional all fours crawl. You’ve gotten more daring over the past two weeks than I could ever have imagined an eight-month-old could be. Recently you’ve started having some separation anxiety, and though it makes it hard for me to use the bathroom while we’re home alone, there’s something heartwarming about you needing me for comfort and security the way that you do.

Although it seems like I’ll need to start putting you down to nap on your own during the days soon, I can’t really bear the thought. I love laying down with you… nursing you while you kick your feet into my belly, legs finally coming to rest over my mid-section as you drift off to sleep. I love it when you wake up slowly and smile because you see me close by. I love being able to anticipate your needs because I am right beside you, listening to you breathe.

These first eight months have been a true blessing. I love you.

Love,
Mama

When Mom’s Away January 22, 2008

My occupation, by in large, is stay at home yogamommy. Three afternoons a week, I work in an office, answering phones and scheduling appointments. During those afternoons, Grumpy Bear and Baboo have some greatly enjoyed father/son time. Last Monday, I pumped some milk for Baboo and went to work (normally Grumpy takes Baboo out while I work and brings him to me when he needs to eat since the little guy doesn’t take a bottle). When I got home, I found out that Baboo had pulled himself up to a standing position for the first time while I was gone! I nearly cried.

New Teeth January 12, 2008

Baboo is cutting more teeth. He got his first two a few weeks prior to Christmas, and all has been quiet on the milky front until the beginning of this week. He started chewing on everything in sight and drooling buckets earlier this week, so Grumpy Bear (my sweet husband) and I expect that another tooth is on the way.

Overall, Baboo does really well with cutting teeth. He doesn’t get super fussy or irritable. I’ve noticed that he hasn’t been sleeping/napping as soundly as he usually does, and he has been nursing a ton lately, but those issues are easily dealt with: more frequent, but shorter naps and more down time with me, Yogamommy. I don’t mind either of these solutions.

I have yoga class in just over two hours. My body aches from my practices this week, but I’m looking forward to some ‘me’ time. After class, Doc, our instructor, Grumpy Bear, Baboo, and I are going out to lunch. There’s a chance that a friend of mine from my prenatal class is going to swing by with her daughter as well. After lunch… I’m hoping my Sweet Baboo will nap with me.

Peace, peace, peace,

Yogamommy

Beginnings January 10, 2008

I started going to yoga class when I was pregnant with my Sweet Baboo. A good friend of mine, a woman I fondly refer to as “Doc,” paid for my first class because I kept coming up with excuses not to go.

Yoga was great for me and great for baby. It was great having an hour and a half to myself every week. Work was boring for me, and thus, stressful. Being pregnant was great fun, but it takes a lot out of a girl. Yoga kept me by body in shape and kept my mind at peace.

After Baboo was born, I took some time off of yoga to heal and to bond with baby. After a few weeks, I was back at it. Now, at 7 and a half-ish months postpartum, I’m going to between 2 and 3 classes each week. My Tuesday and Saturday classes are with the same amazing women who taught my prenatal class.

Writing must be put on hold… life as a mom calls.