Update 12/17/12

These past few months have been going by and Mister Ian is just getting bigger and bigger.  December has been his busiest Doctor month since he left the hospital on Memorial Day, and I am happy to report that all of his test have come back with positive results.  Up until this weekend, he has been in perfect health.  These past couple of days though he has had a low grade fever and every time I think it's gone, I might get a little spike.  I'm glad he's stayed out of the 100's today though, he's just been borderlining.

I'll tell you one thing, this fever is definitely not bringing out his sweet side.  The first night I didn't get any sleep at all.  Last night was better but we still battled.  Tonight, the fight was shorter since he's feeling a lot better.  I think he's teething.  I have read that fevers have nothing to do with teething, but I have also read that a lot of people don't agree with that.  I am one of those that don't agree because when I was growing up, my little brothers and cousins had fevers when they were teething so I'm going to rely more on past experience for this one.

It has been a while since I've given an update on Ian, but between him, school, visitors, and daily life distractions; I have been completely tied up.  I feel like I've abandoned all of my websites, Twitters and Facebook pages.  It is so sad.  I'm going to try to do better.  I'm putting myself back on a schedule so I can use my time more productively.  It is imperative I do this if I want to accomplish all of my tasks on a regular consistent basis.  Bare with me and send Ian your prayers for a speedy recovery.  My little Angel will be back to acting like an Angel as soon as he's feeling better, but when your dealing with teething, it's anyone's guess of how long the process will actually take.

Update 10/30/12

My baby loves fruits and vegetables.  When I was younger I would not eat it.  I didn't like anything green especially, but not Mr. Ian.  He loves peas and spinach and squash as vegetables and he loves any fruit, especially mangoes.  He is not the biggest fan of meat though, especially ham.  I may have a vegetarian on my hands.  I'm cool with it.  He's not picky about anything but meat so I'm happy.  He's already better than me.  He tries to hold the spoon and feed himself, but he's not the best at that because he almost always chokes himself.  I'm in the everything for his mouth phase, I'm sure that will last a while :-| Happy feedings everyone.

Update 10/24/12

My lovely Mr. Ian got frustrated with me today because when he tried biting my knee, he couldn't get a good grip on it.  My mother said I am going to make him talk before his time because he is always baby babbling at me.  He is moving around a whole lot and he loves the outdoors.  It's safe to say his favorite color is red at this point.  When he goes on his walks, he loves looking at cars go by and his favorite ones that make him break his neck are red ones.  Same thing with women, he's such a little charmer already.  Every day I look at him, I see more things that he's going to do that's going to give me problems later on.  I have to get him in check, but right now as hard as I fight, he is winning, lol. :)  Happy Days!!

Lost Updates 10/21/12

It's been too long since I updated you on Ian and he has been having some great milestones.  First of all, I would like to thank those of you who voted for me in the Harlequin ~ So You Think You Can Write Competition.  Even though I did not place, the experience was a great one.  It forced me to finish my second book in the Ansheniu Series that I had put on hold since I got pregnant and now I am working on the third book.  November is #NaNoWriMo and I will be participating in that so I can make a big dent in the third book, but it will not be as demanding as the last one was for me.  With Harlequein's Comp I was writing around 5k words a day and between that, school, and Ian, I had no time to even think about anything else.  I really wanted to keep up to date with Ian's accomplishments though.  This is like my journal for him, something he'll have to look back on for a long long time.  Other private thoughts like those about his dad for example I have written in a book, when he's old enough he can have that diary I started from when I was pregnant.

Enough about me, in the last month Mr. Ian has been chatting up a storm, spitting everywhere, rolling over, trying to crawl by sliding his face across his floor pad, trying to walk because he doesn't like being lower than everyone or anything else, eating more solid foods, and laughing, talking & crying louder and louder everyday as his voice changes.  He is a spectacular boy and he is trying to do everything at once, which is funny in itself.  When he's unhappy he start's calling out ma ma over and over again.  I would like to think he's calling me already, but he's to young to know what he's saying :-)  I'll just enjoy the moments though. He is still kicking my computer when he thinks I am spending to much on it and he discovered he really like pulling my hair, a lot :-)  I am still his favorite person, but i find myself wondering how long will that last? :-)

He has grown so much, already over 15lbs.  I remember still what he looked like at birth being 3lbs and he's changed so much.  He has more padding on his body, so he's becoming more doughy.  His hair is changing too.  He's loosing all his baby hair and the new growth has come in like peach fuzz.  He just some hairs hanging on around the perimeter that make his hair still look full till you turn him around :-)  At first I thought he was pulling out his hairs, but there were just to many strands all over his pillows, his face, and my shoulder to be from pulling.  He's fussy and feisty too, just like mommy :-)

Tooting My Own Horn

I feel pretty accomplished these days.  I have been working my but off writing page after page getting closer and closer to the last page of my new book.  I have been taking care of Mr. Ian and his demands (with some help from time to time) and doing my school work and cooking and cleaning too.  I am tooting my own horn because I feel good.  I have one more chapter to write tonight, Ian permitting. :)

Well, just saying hi.  Back to work for me.  Stay blessed everyone.

Update 9/24/12

Between school and Ian, I hardly have time to do anything else.  Being that I just said that, I have to add one more big task to that list.  I have also entered a writing competition and have to finish writing my latest addition to the Ansheniu Series ASAP.

I have 50,000 more words to go and then I have to edit the whole thing before I submit it on October 12th.  As a matter of fact, I should be working on it now instead of writing on my blog but I just had to give an update.  After mid October, I should be posting regularly again.  As regular as I can between Ian and school.

Mr. Ian is a mess.  These days he is laughing harder, crying louder, and fussing as much as he can when he doesn't get his way.  He keeps me busy.  He is a joy. He is sitting up a lot more too.  He doesn't like to be cradled as much.  He talks non stop too, my grandmother swears he'll be talking so I can understand his words soon.  I think he gets the motor mouth from his father, lol.

Ian's Stage found on Gerber.com

No Ice-Cream for Baby

I was bad yesterday.  I took the baby for a walk last night and when we came back home, I decided to indulge in a Red Velvet Cake Ice-cream Cone.  It was very delicious by the way.  I also let Mr. Ian lick on it for a little while too.  I should not have done that.  My poor baby was yapping out of control last night.  It was funny, cute, and all that jazz.  He was so hyper and he didn't have all that much.  He was yelling and fussing and laughing, all very loudly.  I let him tire himself out playing so he could go to sleep.  When he woke up this morning, he was still talking up a storm.

What I have to look forward to is never giving him sugar, ever.  He will do dried fruits like I try to do for myself and that will be all the sweets he needs.  Dried mangos, apricots, and dates are very sweet so he won't be missing anything.  I promise I won't do anything like that to my baby again.  You had to see him go.  If he could walk, he would have been running all around the house.  My mother told me not to let him have any.....I should have listened to her, ha ha.

Butterflies

When Ian and I were in the hospital for all those weeks, I learned about their significance of butterflies.  I have never been so scared of something so delicate before until when I first made it out of ICU and went to my recovery floor. My nurse told me that all the doors with butterflies on them meant their baby passed away.  On my wing there were 10 rooms and on my first night there, I was one of 3 rooms without a butterfly on my door.

Any other time I would remark on how beautiful a butterfly is, but this time around I didn't want to see a butterfly at all.  Right now, I still don't know how I feel about them.  All I can say is, I used to love them.  Every day for all those weeks, the first thing I would look for was a butterfly on my door or Ian's.  He had a high turn over rate of roommates too.  It was a crazy time.  His birth, but most importantly his life, was meant to be.  I couldn't ask for more than that.  He is my sunshine.

I would like to say that I am very happy I never got that butterfly tattoo I was thinking about in my youth.  If I did, I would have to start drawing my cover up tattoo asap.  Be blessed everybody and count your blessings, I know I do.

Update 9/12/12

My dear little boy has decided he wants to be a star I think.  I am creating a monster with all the photos and videos I take of him, because he loves looking at them.  Now he likes looking at himself in the mirror too.  He is too funny with his antics.  Sometimes he tries to act like he doesn't see the camera or he'll stop talking for a bit when the video is rolling, but he sees it.  He knows what he's doing, lol.  Such a cutie.

He started doing something I don't like.  When he doesn't get his way, he's already started stiffening his body and throwing it back.  I start to get flashes of bad kids acting up in stores embarrassing their parents.  Could that be my future?  I hope not.  Right after he does that though, he gives me the biggest smile and shows off his dimples like that would stop me from fussing at him.  He's right though, he knows me so well.

Mr. Ian is a ladies man.  Every female that came through our doors to visit us this past week he was smiling and cooing at.  Could he be trying to sweet talk them too already?  I had a dream that he was six and there were all these little girls coming to visit me and complain about him not being their boyfriend or being to many of their boyfriend.  Premonition for the future I guess.  All I can do is teach him how to respect women and respect himself and hope & pray that it's enough.