Happy Birthday!

My adorable little boy is one today. It's been a wonderful year.

Nails

Always cut your kid's finger nails. Those suckers are like little razors.

Razor nails on a kid who's already obstinate like his parents is a very dangerous combo. I found this out this morning.

As noted in a previous post, Luke likes to play with the kitties' food despite being told no. This morning he went for the food bowl AGAIN and I said no, three times. After the third time of being ignored, I turned him over my knee and smacked his butt five times (over the diaper and pants). He immediately turned up and swatted at my face, leaving two visible scratch marks.

This happened this morning and they STILL hurt. Always clip kids' nails.

Mt. Mommy

I'm not sure what it is, but my son loves climbing Mt. Mommy. I sit and he pulls himself up to standing using my leg and shirt, tries to bite my shoulder, then flops back down.

This is more entertaining than his toys and he laughs hysterically every time.

I really don't know what to say.

Depression

Since I was a kid, I've had issues feeling down. I get mad at little stuff and have a hard time controlling my emotions. My mom told me this was normal and I'd even out eventually.

Well, I'm 28 and I've never evened out. Since starting working nights, I've been too tired to tired to keep myself in check and it's been rough on everyone involved. A friend pointed out that until I got it looked into, I wasn't being the best Mommy I could be for Luke. That hit home.

I saw our family doctor today and talked about it. She told me I have a pretty classic case of clinical depression. I thought she'd refer me to someone, but she handled it right there. I now have a script for generic Prozac and plan on getting it filled tonight at work.

I really hope this balances everything out and that I stop feeling this way.

Oh The Things...

Take two of "Things You Find In Baby's Mouth!"

I was changing the baby the other day and, as usual, I tickled his tummy. While he laughed I noticed something in his mouth. I reached into his mouth and pulled out...

a kibble of kitty food.

Yes, I'm serious. My son was sucking on kitty kibble. I have no idea if he was enjoying it, but he sure as hell had it in his mouth.

I swear this kid is going to be the death of me.

Our Growing Geek

So I have two pictures of Luke's favorite toys.


The lightsaber was Daddy's (it had M&Ms in it) but someone just had to have it. He carries it with him often.


And this is my sweet boy turning off the PS3 using the controller. He's my smart boy!

Coloring Books (or What Is That In Your Mouth)

My husband just pulled a pulpy mass from my son's mouth and we couldn't figure out what it was. After cleaning the kid up it became apparent, after looking around, that my son was attempting to eat a page of his coloring book.

Now, the book itself is kept by my side of the bed, as is the crayons. This is so he can color supervised (and I can color too). A page of the book got ripped out and somehow found its way into his playpen.

Had I been aware of this, I probably would have taken it. However, my son decided that his drawing would be better in his mouth than sent to grandma. Not a good substitute for gum.

Just sayin'.