I am terribly sad. I had the CUTEST video of Josiah and his friend Rylea playing. Josiah kept grabbing Rylea's leg and Rylea kept patting Josiah on the head. She was flat out amazed with all his hair. Josiah was just amazed with Rylea. The sad story is the video seems to be gone. I can't find it anywhere on the computer. So in order to make this post not so sad, I leave you with Josiah' first time eating cereal.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Things I wish I Knew...
Today is the first time Josiah has really fallen. It was a terrible feeling as a parent. I had him in my lap and was feeding him in his boppy. Adam called me and needed me to look up some important information regarding the house we are trying to buy. I moved the boppy next to me and set Josiah in it. I was lost in thought trying to remember the correct password with the correct letters/numbers in either upper or lower case. A few seconds went buy and FLIP Josiah was on the floor. He had flipped to his right over his boppy, did a 360 and landed on the carpet on his back. Our couch isn't that tall so he was okay. He was a little stunned but didn't cry and I quickly picked him up and snuggled him thanking God I hadn't killed this precious gift.
Well, later that day I was talking to my Dad. You just have to hear the conversation. Listen in, it went something like this.
(I explain Josiah's fall to my Dad)
Emily: Dad, did I ever fall off the couch when I was a baby?
Dad: Oh yea, you guys fell all the time.
Emily: Really? Were we okay? (Me thinking...oh that is what is wrong with me!)
Dad: Yea, you guys would just go BOOM on your head. It happened a lot. I would just tell you not to cry and you wouldn't. You were very compliant. You would go BOOM and I would say, "no cry" and you would just get up. You fell all the time. Really, on your head.
I think I laughed for a whole five minutes after this conversation. He made it sound so normal that I was always falling on my head and never crying. He also said he didn't tolerate crying...so I didn't. These are the stories a mom needs to know about before she has babies and freaks out at every ouchy. This explains so much about me you don't even know!
Well, later that day I was talking to my Dad. You just have to hear the conversation. Listen in, it went something like this.
(I explain Josiah's fall to my Dad)
Emily: Dad, did I ever fall off the couch when I was a baby?
Dad: Oh yea, you guys fell all the time.
Emily: Really? Were we okay? (Me thinking...oh that is what is wrong with me!)
Dad: Yea, you guys would just go BOOM on your head. It happened a lot. I would just tell you not to cry and you wouldn't. You were very compliant. You would go BOOM and I would say, "no cry" and you would just get up. You fell all the time. Really, on your head.
I think I laughed for a whole five minutes after this conversation. He made it sound so normal that I was always falling on my head and never crying. He also said he didn't tolerate crying...so I didn't. These are the stories a mom needs to know about before she has babies and freaks out at every ouchy. This explains so much about me you don't even know!
Monday, July 20, 2009
The Journey of Saying Goodbye...
Recently in the Williams house we had to say goodbye to something very precious.
It was something that was near to us everywhere we went. It made night time easier and naps more peaceful. It was especially hard goodbye for Josiah. I didn't know if he would be able to bear saying goodbye. Yes, this precious thing I am speaking of is his beloved pacifier (may it rest in peace).
It is gone. All five of them actually were placed very lovingly in the trash can. I know you must be shaking your head in disgust. How can a loving mother take away such a precious item from a baby not even 6 months? I must say it was difficult. It was one of my first lessons in tough love and I just didn't know if I could be that tough. Josiah had a pacifier addiction. I affectionately called his pacifier Josiah's "drug". He absolutely could not fall asleep without it. I didn't mind him sleeping with it. He started maybe on his second day in the hospital. I never explained my milk problems after Josiah's birth but the bottom line is, I couldn't give Josiah enough milk. I didn't know this for a few days so he quickly attached himself to a pacifier for the relief of the sucking sensation. Poor baby was a crazy sucker as he wanted more food! Fortunately we figured this out rather quickly and he soon started formula, but the pacifier had stuck.
I was totally fine with it as it made him sleep (along with a down blanket in his crib). I was all about having this baby sleep through the night which he did at 8 weeks. All was well until we started realizing the pacifier was turning from a comfort item to an addiction. The pacifier would fall out in the night and Josiah was not able to go back to sleep without it. So I would come back and re-insert it into his mouth and he would be back to dreamland. This was okay occasionally but it began to happen more and more, sometimes every hour. At this point, we knew we had to take the pacifier away.
I was terrified! We decided to do it on a long weekend when Adam would be home more to help support. Well, it only took 3 days! The first 2 nights Josiah cried for about an hour in the middle of the night. I would go in about every 3 minutes and pick him up and pat him until he stopped crying and then lay him back down. I would do this until he fell asleep again. This was to reassure him that he was not alone and to make sure he didn't begin to fear his crib. By the third night he slept the whole night long!
He used to have to sleep on his side squished between two blankets as to not let the pacifier fall out easily. It was quite a production to get him in the right spot. Now he sleeps in all different positions his back, side, tummy,and end of bed etc. He is a much better sleeper now and is free to be a wiggle maniac.
To all you moms debating if you should do this. Just be strong and patient and it will happen!
In loving memory of the Josiah paci. You are no longer missed!
It was something that was near to us everywhere we went. It made night time easier and naps more peaceful. It was especially hard goodbye for Josiah. I didn't know if he would be able to bear saying goodbye. Yes, this precious thing I am speaking of is his beloved pacifier (may it rest in peace).
It is gone. All five of them actually were placed very lovingly in the trash can. I know you must be shaking your head in disgust. How can a loving mother take away such a precious item from a baby not even 6 months? I must say it was difficult. It was one of my first lessons in tough love and I just didn't know if I could be that tough. Josiah had a pacifier addiction. I affectionately called his pacifier Josiah's "drug". He absolutely could not fall asleep without it. I didn't mind him sleeping with it. He started maybe on his second day in the hospital. I never explained my milk problems after Josiah's birth but the bottom line is, I couldn't give Josiah enough milk. I didn't know this for a few days so he quickly attached himself to a pacifier for the relief of the sucking sensation. Poor baby was a crazy sucker as he wanted more food! Fortunately we figured this out rather quickly and he soon started formula, but the pacifier had stuck.
I was totally fine with it as it made him sleep (along with a down blanket in his crib). I was all about having this baby sleep through the night which he did at 8 weeks. All was well until we started realizing the pacifier was turning from a comfort item to an addiction. The pacifier would fall out in the night and Josiah was not able to go back to sleep without it. So I would come back and re-insert it into his mouth and he would be back to dreamland. This was okay occasionally but it began to happen more and more, sometimes every hour. At this point, we knew we had to take the pacifier away.
I was terrified! We decided to do it on a long weekend when Adam would be home more to help support. Well, it only took 3 days! The first 2 nights Josiah cried for about an hour in the middle of the night. I would go in about every 3 minutes and pick him up and pat him until he stopped crying and then lay him back down. I would do this until he fell asleep again. This was to reassure him that he was not alone and to make sure he didn't begin to fear his crib. By the third night he slept the whole night long!
He used to have to sleep on his side squished between two blankets as to not let the pacifier fall out easily. It was quite a production to get him in the right spot. Now he sleeps in all different positions his back, side, tummy,and end of bed etc. He is a much better sleeper now and is free to be a wiggle maniac.
To all you moms debating if you should do this. Just be strong and patient and it will happen!
In loving memory of the Josiah paci. You are no longer missed!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Happy Birthday Adam!
Today twenty seven years ago Adam David Williams...AKA...my love was born! I am so glad he was born and so glad that he picked me to be his wife!
Adam, I love you. I can't wait to celebrate you everyday for many, many, many, many, many years to come. I can't wait until Josiah can say "Happy Birthday Daddy". I can't wait until grandchildren can say the same. I can't wait until we are that old couple with all of our kids gone, holding hands and still enjoying each other each day...each birthday. I'm excited to grow old with you and enjoy each moment...the trials and the joys. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I love you tomorrow and each day after.
Happy Birthday Sweetheart!
PS. You are HOT!
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