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Not a fan of the new car seat… but looks like I have no choice!

I am completely frustrated. 

On Sunday, Andrew and I drove an hour away to get Turner a new car seat. We had to drive so far because that is where the closest Babies R’ Us is. Our local Walmart didn’t have the car seat that I wanted. Because I am a car seat Nazi, I want Turner to be in a rear-facing seat as long as possible. Because rear-facing seats are not that popular, the selection locally, is basically nonexistent. So we drove an hour away. 

That is not what I am frustrated about. I just wanted to make note of the inconvenience. 

What I am frustrated about is how annoying car seats are in general. Like nothing about them are convenient. I am stoked that they keep Turner safe. I know every rule and all the ins and outs about seats, but that doesn’t mean I understand why they have to be so awful. 

Turner is kind of in an in between stage with his size. He had outgrown his infant seat. His head was less than an inch from the top and he was over 20 pounds. So we elected to get a convertible seat that can stay rear-facing until 40 pounds. But that seat is basically a tank. I guess it is because it grows with the child, but surely there are better options than a seat that weights 15 pounds itself. Turner isn’t even a year yet, so he still sleeps just about every time we put him in the car. But now, there is no handle to carry him in his car seat to and from places, the car seat requires its own buggy if Turner falls asleep.

I feel like there can be a happy medium. 

I feel like there should be an option that is still convenient and easy to carry and transfer from vehicle to vehicle, and one that doesn’t weight the same, if not more than my child! Like a detachable option. That slips out of the main car seat that can be used just to carry the child, something, anything rather than lugging that thing around! 

 

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Turner’s first Easter

Easter was the first holiday Turner was really old enough to enjoy. He didn’t really care too much for the egg hunts, and although we read him the Easter Story, I know he didn’t grasp the idea, but it was obvious that he knew something was special about the day. We had a blast. On Sunday, we went to Easter Service at church, then Easter lunch with Andrew’s family. We had an awesome egg hunt and got to enjoy family and friends. 

Then we went to Easter dinner at my family’s and had another egg hunt. Nothing compares to the joy and pure delight of seeing Turner’s face Sunday morning as he ran to his basket. I mean, he is only 10-months old, so his little baby legs running is precious. He didn’t care much for most of the basket’s content, but once I got the marshmallow bunny opened, that boy has never been happier. 

It was neat to see him taking in everything that was happening. He always looks like he is processing everything little thing around him. I could just tell by looking at him that he was thinking about what was happening and it was registering to him that it was more than just a typical day. He is one smart cookie! 

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My first experience with pure devastation as a mother.

For the first time in Turner’s 10 months here on this earth, I experienced honest, unadulterated heartbreak this morning. Pure devastation.  I mean, took my breath away, still struggling with it, heartbreak. 

Typically, Andrew takes Turner to daycare in the mornings by himself. Well this morning, I decided to go. The only other time I had dropped Turner off at daycare was the very first day when Andrew and I went together. Turner was fine that day. Turner is fine in the afternoons when we go to pick him up. Andrew had told me that Turner had been crying in the mornings when Andrew would leave him. Well this morning, I got to experience it for myself, and it was the worst experience in my life.

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At first I set him on the counter, talked to the daycare teacher Jennifer,  left Turner in his carseat, then turned to leave, and before I could even reach for the door handle, Turner started to scream. At that exact moment my heart shattered. While I am sure tough Andrew just leaves anyway, I couldn’t do it. I immediately turned around and scooped Turner out of his car seat. When he realized I was not leaving yet, he stopped crying and was seemingly ok. 

His teacher assured me that Turner only cries until we get out the door, and then he is ok. But I just couldn’t handle it. When I got Turner to stop crying, I leaned him toward Jennifer and for a split second he reached for her, but as soon as he realized that if he went to her I would leaved he snapped back to  me and threw both of his hands around my neck. He buried his head between my neck and shoulder and squeezed tight. I calmed him down, then attempted it again. He hung on for dear life. At that point, I was ready to call into work and never leave Turner’s side again. But that is just not practical. So as reluctant as I was, I had to physically pry Turner’s hands away from my body and force him to Jennifer. She struggled to even hold him because he twisted and turned trying to get back to me. 

I just had to walk about the door. Pure and utter devastation. I am sure he is ok. I am sure he is playing happily with Miss Jennifer. But those few minutes, two or three minutes that felt like hours or days, was simultaneously the lowest and highest point in my life. While I felt so loved and needed in that moment, which is a pleasant surprise since he is the biggest daddy’s boy you have ever seen, it broke my heart to see him like that. 

Yet another reason why being a working mom stinks. 

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A must have product for every momma!

I take a ton of photos. I think photos are one of the most important keepsakes we can ever have. They preserve a memory. They freeze that moment in time forever. While I am fortunate to have a sister who is a professional photographer, I don’t want the milestone photos that she takes to be the only pictures I have of Turner. I take tons of pictures of him everyday. A lot of them, I don’t post on fb because I know not all of my friends want to see 50 pictures of Turner trying to feed himself. And its a pain to print those photos off and my phone can only store so many. But there is a solution, and I think all mothers should be aware of it. 

It is called Groovebook. Groovebook is an awesome app that I found out about on the TV Show Shark Tank. For just $2.99 a month, the app automatically uploads my newest 100 pictures to the app, then mails me the photos in a book. The book can be its own photo album, or the photos have perforated edges, to make the easy to tear out. The photos even come date stamped with when they were taken. It is a pretty sweet deal. 

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If you do not take 100 photos, the book just prints duplicates. And the app lets you pick which photos you want printed. It is super easy, super convenient, and lets me have all the photos of Turner I want. I highly, highly recommend it to everyone, not just mommas. 

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Being a mom is not the world’s toughest job. It is not a job.

Being a mother is tough. It is one of the harder things I have ever done. I mean, it is no picnic, but this recent fake job interview thing about how being a mom is the toughest job in the world, makes me want to blow my brains out. I know, I know, a little harsh. But I have been very vocal regarding my lack of sympathy for stay-at-home moms, and this is no different. 

If you do not know what I am referring to, check it out here.

First off, being a mother is not a job. It is a privilege. So in reality, we could stop right there. But for the sake of me wanting to rant, lets keep going. Second, how sexist is the post? What are dads? Chopped liver? I don’t know about you, but in my opinion dads have it way worse than moms do. 

Andrew is literally superman in my opinion. He is incredible. I couldn’t do what he does as a father or just as a person. And when you see Turner look at him, it is evident that Andrew’s role in our son’s life is just as important, if not more important, than mine.

Next, the qualifications listed are not even accurate. For one, I am sitting down right now. In fact, I sit down for probably a solid 17 hours a day. I have a desk job, so it comes with the territory. And when I am home with Turner, I am sitting on the floor playing with him, or something that does not involve strenuous work. Maybe since I am a mom to a less than one year old, my qualifications are different?

Not to mention moms get breaks. I have “mom nights out” and I am not ashamed of that. I get the whole concept that even when I am not physically with my son I am still a mom, which comes with worry and things associated with being a parent, but if we are really comparing a mom to another job, it is no different. 

Moms get vacations, and sleep, and breaks. So that is all just bologna. 

There there are the comments about pay. That is pays nothing. Well, while I stand by the fact that being a parent is in no way a job, therefore you shouldn’t get paid. For the sake of argument, the reward of love, affection, companionship and a life full of perfection because of the child you create, is worth far more than any monetary amount. 

I think the video is awful. I am a mother, I think the sun sets on my mother, and I am offended by how ridiculous the video is. 

End rant. 

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Exploring the world of baby proofing

Turner is into everything. Like all little ones, he is obsessed with the toilet. Anytime a bathroom door gets left open, he heads straight for it. It doesn’t really help to leave the lid down, because he knows how to push it up just far enough to get his toys, bottle, sippy cup, and anything else nearby into the bowl. 

It is definitely time to baby proof the house. 

When Turner first started to pull himself to standing a couple of months ago, we cushioned all the coffee table corners, and when he started to crawl we plugged all the outlets. But now we have to do the whole nine yards. We have to secure all the cabinets, which is no easy feat. I had bought a general baby-proofing kit, but apparently, the cabinets in our house are weird dimensions. The cabinet locks that loop on the handles are too small. We have tried a couple different brands, but they will not open wide enough to hook one cabinet to the other. 

So I guess that leaves drilling to use the other baby-proofing options available. I am not happy about it. Surely, there are better ways to secure the house right? I feel like this part of motherhood is something that hasn’t gotten much attention. So all of you creative mothers out there, feel free to work in this space and come up with better options. I have debated about just zip tying the cabinets together! It may very well be easier! 

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I know it has to be done. The first time Turner pulled the dishwashing detergent out from under the sink, I went into panic mode and wanted to screw all the doors shut immediately. Maybe I will try velcro? That seems simple and less invasive than the other options. Surely Turner cannot Hulk the cabinets open if they are secured with velcro. 

We let Turner out on the porch this weekend for the first time. Not that we are that neurotic, but this weekend was the first pretty weekend that we have actually been home. I put the baby gate up by the stairs and let him walk around. Even though I know there is no possible way for him to fit between the bars on the porch, I was still on edge watching him roam. I swear, I am going to end up putting this kid in a bubble!

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A first I have been avoiding since the day Turner was born…

So today was a first. A really, really crummy first. A day I have dreaded and feared since I first held that little boy in my arms. I am still angry about it. I still have knots in my stomach. 

This morning, for the first time in Turner’s perfect 10-months here on this earth, we left him with someone who was not family. We have been forced to resort to daycare. 

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I thought I was going to lose it. But fortunately, I kept it together. I think part of that can be attributed to fighting a stomach virus with every ounce of my being that I have been plagued with since Friday. So I was a little too woozy to get emotional about it. I think Andrew and I also were able to walk away fairly easy this morning because we lucked up with the private in-home daycare that we found. 

There is no childcare where we live. 50% of children that need to be in daycare aren’t, because there is such a shortfall here. But luckily, a spot opened up less than a mile from Andrew’s office  in an amazing day care. It is small, which is what we have always wanted. It is still gut wrenching to know that someone I just met a week ago is watching my son. 

We had no choice. My mom got called back to work and could no longer keep him. I know it was something that had to happen eventually anyway. I can’t keep him home forever. I guess it is better to do it now before Turner is in full stranger danger mode. 

I think I would give up a limb willingly every single day to stay home with that little boy. Leaving your child everyday to go to work is the worst kind of guilt. I constantly envy stay-at-home mothers. I do math each week to weight out how much money I would really be losing if I stayed at home and kept Turner myself. I just miss him. All the time. Especially today because I haven’t really gotten to see him since Wednesday because I have been so sick. So I have been keeping my distance.  

We also took Turner to his first baseball game on Sunday. It was one of those things that was more for us than him, but he enjoyed himself. He loved the mascots. On Tuesday, we are taking Turner to his first Atlanta Braves game. For those of you who know me, know this is pretty dang exciting. 

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It is safe to say we are Brave fanatics. We are doing the big glitzy sign, stalking down the mascot, the whole nine yards. While this will be Turner’s first Braves game, it will certainly not be his last.

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