Momma throwing baby jags in the air.
Up until 2 months ago, I was still in the habit of rocking Jagger to sleep before bedtime. It wasn’t really a habit more then it was him forcing us to do it, or he would scream and cry for what seemed to be hours. He just wouldn’t be the type to calm himself unless we helped him out a bit. You can imagine the strain it put on us, mainly our backs, as it would sometimes take him up to 30 minutes to finally be knocked out. When he was younger, sometimes up to an hour or more!
Thankfully, those days are long gone. Not sure if it’s the new environment, but we’re now in the stages of reading him books (to the degree that he actually demands it from us and specific book titles) turning out the lights, putting him in the crib, and just leaving. Next thing you know he wakes up 12 hours later all refreshed.
Anyway, I’ve started singing to him. Thankfully, only he hears this. But I’m starting to enjoy picking certain songs to put in my “singing at night playlist”. The first night I started singing to him, I choose to sing Polly by Nirvana, only to remember that it was a song about a rapist. I have since deleted that from the list of songs I sing to him.
This all has forced me to seek out new songs to sing, along with learning the correct lyrics to each of them. Below are a few that have made the list so far. You really can’t go wrong with Simon and Garfunkel (one of my favorite groups) unless you’re singing about the Whores on Seventh Avenue (The Boxer) , which I still love singing to him. Another leading group I choose to sing are The Fleet Foxes (another favorite).
Anyway, here’s my list. What’s on your list?
Fleet Foxes - Blue Spotted Tail
Simon And Garfunkel - The Boxer, April Come She Will.
Nick Drake - One of These Things First
Neil Young - Harvest Moon
If this whole parenting thing doesn’t work out, I think I’ll try my hand in home decorating. I’m really enjoying it!
Jags helping out with the cleaning. One thing I look forward to as he grows up.
Sorry for the lack of updates. We’re doing the official move this week. Still packing and making trips back and forth in order to get the house ready.
As some of you may or may not know, today marks Jagger’s 1st birthday! Crazy right? Felt like just yesterday I was writing about the 46 hour labor my wife had just gone through. I’m sorry if I just made some people realize how fast time goes by and how old we’re getting as another day passes. This isn’t a bad thing though. Things are looking up, I think.
Though this year has gone by quick in some regards, at times it’s felt as though it’s been the longest year of my life. We should have known the 46 hour labor was an indicator of what we had in store for the first year. We should have known this kid wasn’t going to be all easy peasy. We got ourselves a tough one to say the least, but that just shows he has some character to him. Though we’ve managed and have been happy, things have been an ongoing roller coaster. As many parents know, each day brings on new challenges. Once you find yourself hurdling one obstacle, another one presents itself just around the corner. And sometimes, at least for a few days, things seem to be just perfect. But as we quickly realize, perfect doesn’t last. But as I’ve said many times before, the tough times really don’t matter in the larger scheme of things. The magical moments of becoming a first time parent and the wonderful memories you share with your child outweigh the tough times. It’s grueling at times, but i’m constantly amazed at how far a little smile from your son or daughter can push you to try harder, to get through it, and look ahead.
We’re still rocking him to sleep. Up until 3 days ago, I wasn’t able to feed him the bottle, put him in the crib right away, rub his back for a minute and then walk out of the room without him fully asleep as i’ve started to do. And for now (knock on wood) he’s been putting himself to sleep and sleeping through the night. For awhile though, I guess the majority of this past year, our nights consisted of rocking him for over an hour until he was passed out. Even then, it was still a gamble to put him down and not have him wake up. There’s always the risk of your bones cracking as you stretch to put him down, that you’ll bump into something as you quietly tip toe out of the room, or the noisy neighbors will come home from an all nighter to slam the door and turn their music up to full blast at 5am. It’s always a gamble. My body is in constant pain and my back feels like it’s taken the shape of a question mark. ? . For the most part, After this lengthy process, he would stay down for the whole night. He’s always been good at that. Unless you run into the few days here and there where a tooth is breaking through and he wakes up in the middle of the night crying at the top of his lungs. But for the most part once we put him down, we know we have a good 10+ hours until he wakes up again.
We’ve been pretty good at juggling things, though work has taken the biggest toll. Hours in the day seem to have diminished and by the time you find free time to do that thing you meant to do, you’re dead tired. Coffee has become a savior, though I think I’ve past the point where it even has an effect on me anymore. You prioritize things in your life more due to the lack of time you’re left to deal with things.
Help, regarding family and friends, is something you’ll begin to cherish if you didn’t before. Even the shortest break from things as a parent watches your child can have a longing effect of everyone’s personality. You need that break. You need to reenergize those batteries and move forward. If people are willing to look after your child for a few minutes, hours, days, months, then take them up on it. Unless they’re Kathy Bates from Misery.
We’ve started to look for homes, mainly back in PA near our family. Actually, as I was typing this, a bid on a house we wanted was excepted! Though moving upstate to the Catskills in a secluded cabin on a few acres was our original plan, you find yourself starting to take into consideration the future. Mainly schooling, friends, and environment. Though trees, an artsy environment, and seclusion would be nice at times, I think Jagger would prefer PA instead. PA presents itself to schools we’re familiar with, parents near by to help out from time to time, and more bang for our buck. Though we didn’t see ourself back in PA for sometime, it’s what’s best for the little guy for now. Just look at how fast this year went by. In no time he’ll be started school and getting settled in with a group of friends.
I find myself struggling to complete projects. With a project at my side with a due date of June 1st, I worry about it not being completed. Going back to what I said earlier regarding the amount of time in the day, by the time I’m feeling the most creative, I’m also starting to feel the most tired. The thought of waking up in a few hours has my bed calling for me rather then pushing me to work longer.
Jagger has been good though. I’m not going to sit here and lie saying it’s been all peaches and cream. There are moments of up and down, but screw it, at the end of the day you have this new appreciation for things you never thought thought was possible to have. You find things within yourself you didn’t know were there. It’s all been wonderful though and I wouldn’t wish for anything different. It’s hard to picture anything different. Throughout the first year you usually have family or friends come up to you and say something like ” So…..how’s it going?” I tend to answer them by just saying, 110%. Meaning that you need to be 110% prepared for what you’re about to go through when thinking about having a child. I think if you’re not prepared to the fullest, it’s only that much more harder. God bless the single parents and the one’s who have more then one child at a time. I can’t even imagine. Preparing yourself to the fullest on how your life could potentially turn out will only help you that much more in overcoming the difficult times. If you’re blindsided, there’s no telling in what could happen.
I’ve struggled to find time to update this site. Though I wish to write everyday, as I mentioned earlier, deadlines and Jagger have kept me away more then I would like. I appreciate the one’s who have continued to enjoy the updates though. I’ve tried to at least update here and there with pictures, but it doesn’t seem the same as coming clean and expressing yourself openly on this thing called parenthood.
Though some of this may seem like a downer and not very upbeat for an update regarding my son’s first birthday, I really couldn’t be happier. I miss him every moment I’m away from him, and I love every moment I’m with him. I’m constantly excited to show him off and proud he’s my son. I enjoy watching him grow and learn something new each day. I enjoy the moments where he clings to me for comfort, the times he smiles and laughs with me, and the moments when he gets excited to see me after not being with him most of the day. I’m excited for the future and what’s to become. I’m excited to watch him grow. I’m excited to celebrate many more birthdays with him. Let’s just say this. We’re talking about having another one sooner then later, so things must be going great, right. Though I’m not going to lie, the days of wanting 4 or 5 kids has quickly gone to 3, if not 2. I guess 3 would be fine…
We’re having a Rock and Roll party for him this weekend back in PA. About 50 family and friends will be on hand. Pics to come soon! Thanks again everyone.
Unfortunately the video that we captured him doing this in also involves my image. And if you know this blog, you know I won’t be having any part that. Sorry. Maybe we’ll try and get another video or try and capture it in a photo.
Came in his room to find him like this after his afternoon nap. I think it’s time to lower the crib.
If you bring a baby on a plane, you should be required to bring everyone on the flight donuts. - Aziz Ansari
So the day has come that most first time parents dread. The day you bring your baby on a plane with you. Tomorrow, we’re heading to Florida for a few weeks. Originally, the wifey and Jags were flying down solo, as I was driving down a day before lugging everything and anything a 2 1/2 week trip with a 5 month old brings. Thankfully, it’s really not that bad. A bag check here, a carry-on there, and some help with an amazing packing job, you’ll be surprised at all you can fit. Anything else can always be bought to save room. So an extra plane ticket was purchased and now we’re all going down together. Though I was looking forward to a 18 hour drive with myself, music, and the open road, it’s good the wifey has me for some extra help.
Anyway, the day is here. The worry, doubt, nervousness, shame, and sickness parents bring on themselves in thinking their kid is going to go ape shit in a small confined space with a bunch of strangers. I must admit, I’m a bit stressed in thinking what will come of Jags. But then again, all my worry is for everyone else riding the plane. I sympathize with the passengers on a plane with a crying baby, but I also have the mentality of a person that would say F you to anyone who has a problem with it. It’s a gamble. Though all parents would love a quiet, sleeping baby all through the flight, the experience may bring just the opposite.
I think people need to start thinking from the babies perspective in understanding this whole situation. Besides the fact my kid can barely comprehend who I am yet, I’m now asking him to comprehend this big moving object filled with a bunch of strangers and little bags of peanuts. Hell, I barely comprehend it myself. Flying still bogles my mind. I can’t imagine what Jag’s little baby brain is thinking.
Listen, no one wants to hear a baby crying on a plane, let alone anywhere. But to all you haters out there who have never been put in the position as a parent, or who will never be, understand that whatever you’re thinking is ten times worse for the parents of that kid. You don’t, I repeat, DON’T want to be the parents of the screaming baby. So put your headphones on, turn the volume to 11, and chill out. I’ll be over here dealing with my crazy kid while you sip cocktails and watch the new blockbuster films on your iPad. Just know my iPad has been transformed into kiddie hell with every annoying sing along cartoon on it in, in order to get my kid to be quiet for a good 10 minutes..if I’m lucky.
But as I said before, my F you mentality helps as well. We were all screaming, pooping, crying babies once before. Once the guy sitting by himself can understand this, the flying world will be a much better place.
Then again, I have faith in little Jags believe it or not. Though these 5 months have been far from easy as pie, I get the feeling he’ll do just fine and maybe make a friend or two. Soon enough, I’ll find out.
Jagger’s smiles - You’re lucky you’re cute and I still love you in the morning. Not sure if you got the memo, but waking up at 1am and staying up for 2 hours is not cool.