So far, (one of) my favorite part of motherhood is...fatherhood.
Seeing this new father love on his baby, melts my heart.
Seeing him get wrapped around her little finger so fluidly, is priceless.
He adores her and I, him.
He is so patient and gentle with her.
Always the protector.
She thinks he is pretty awesome too!
She loves when he:
reads to her
sings to her
dances with her
makes silly faces
To say thank you Reyna and I worked on a little gift.
For Valentine's Day, Neil wrote her a book about how we met.
We decided to publish that book into a hardback so Daddy could read it to her any time!
Only 50 days as a Daddy and he is catching on quickly!
I really couldn't do it without him.
When I think back on my childhood, it seems that all my memories are wrapped up in him.
It felt like he was there EVERY DAY after school....cause he was.
He was not a teacher, and in fact, spent his workday with other "kids" but he found a way to be there as a coach. It started when I was in first grade and went through my high school graduation.
For basketball and softball. Practice, games, traveling teams, and at home. That is A LOT of time. I wonder how many hours of my life he was actually there.
2100 days of school ...two hours a day...4200 hours...at least!
And to be honest, I can't think of a single time that I wished he wasn't. Even through my teenage years, it was kind of a relief to see him in the gym with that whistle in his sneakers. I loved that he tied my shoes before EVERY game until I graduated. He always took that piece of gum out of his pocket to give me just before game time.
His time was more than enough. I gave me a sense of security and freedom.
Thanks for the lesson on investing, Dad!
Hopefully, your investment is starting to see some return :)
My first Mother's Day was perfect. Having Reyna in my arms all day was just what I wanted.
I dressed her up in a cute dress, we took pictures together, watched Frozen and took nice naps together.
As I start my motherhood journey, I can't help but think about how great moms are. Especially my mom. With our new arrival, both my moms pitched in to help around the house. I probably would not have asked for it so I am so glad for the offer to help. They did everything from washing windows to washing clothes to making every dessert I could want and freezing my favorite enchiladas.
My mom loves me and I have never doubted it. i hope that Reyna knows my love for her and that it makes her feel secure in life. Secure enough to make the right decisions even when they are unpopular. Secure enough to believe in herself, the way I was able to. I hope I can have the confidence my mom seemed to have in raising me. She always knew what to say and how to say it. when to laugh and when to be serious. Most of all, I am thankful that I still have my mom to be a friend. Our daily phone calls will never be enough!
I won't bore (or gross you out) with details but here are a few things I want to remember about Reyna's birthday.
- My water (kinda) broke at 8:05am
- My water really broke in the elevator at the hospital
- Contractions did not start on their own
- We wanted to avoid Pitocin so we walked around the ward for one hour - we got nothing.
- Neil had all the snacks he could ever want
- The medicine ball worked the best for labor pains
- Hospital visitors included: My Mom, dad, Marquie, Coach Rod, Little Joe, Kendall, and Tiffani
- I went till 8 cm dialated and then asked for the Epidural
- He tried to put in the Epidural 3 times
- It worked wonderfully! It definately helped me enjoy the experience
- No one told me if it was a boy or girl for like two minutes!
- We asked Reyna which of two names she preferred and she had a strong dislike for the second choice
- One of my favorite moments was singing "Happy Birthday" to Reyna.