Friday, November 28

M Is Only the Beginning

Max was able to survive his first Black Friday decorating day with his daddies. 

Loving the lights
The tree of divorce struck once again, it has been quite a few years since we've had any issues while putting the lights up outside, but that darn growing tree in the front was a point of frustration today. In the end, we mastered the tree, finished the job together and were able exchange friendly glances (okay, maybe a peck on the cheek) while admiring our hard work from the comfort and warmth of the living room couch.

Max was able to help put his very first ornament on the tree. I'm sure we'll still try to find a "Baby's First Christmas" ornament, but we really liked this simple M for his first.


Been listening to Xmas music all day and I don't plan to quit anytime soon.  So there!


Love, 
M.



Thursday, November 27

Giving Thanks

The year 2014 has given the Sylva Family lots to be thankful for. It blows my mind to sit back and think that a year ago I had zero idea about the changes that would take place before the next Thanksgiving feast. This year, as I savor every bite, I think y'all know what will be on my mind and in my heart.

Mr. Max turned 4 months old and is in tip-top shape. He's running in the 60th - 70th percentile in everything and is the picture of developmental perfection. We're continuing to try and get him to flip his little booty over, but tummy time has been item #1 of resistance.

You know he's passed out when the arms go up!


Go HUSKIES!

Growing so fast


While it's technically the second time Max has gotten sick, the first time around was a quick couple days of stuffiness. This time he's been a mucus machine and all-around snort monster. We even crumbled and went out to purchase the most disgusting baby 'gadget' ever...the NoseFrida!

For those of you unfamiliar with this torture device, its purpose is to suck the boogers out of your child's nose using the suction power of the parental unit's lungs!! Iiiick! However, that said, it works amazingly!


I'm extremely excited to enter into the next month of scheduling chaos, lights, music, food, family, friends and cheer. This is, of course, the first year for Max and I'm hoping he enjoys all of the hustle and bustle and learns to appreciate the time we get with the people we love. Thought the decoration in our house doesn't start until tomorrow, you can be sure that after our stomachs are stuffed this afternoon, I'll be scooting around the house getting things ready to be decked, tinseled and made merry!

Hopefully there's time for another post or two before Christmas...but if not, ¡Feliz!


Love,
M.

Saturday, November 8

It's a Tough One


My little pun'kin all year round!

Every day millions of dads and moms return to work after having a little one at home for a few days, weeks or even months. I can now join the ranks of them and truly testify that it's not easy going back. My first day back at work was a week and a half and it truly took a toll on me, both emotionally and physically. 

Tuesday was a 1/2 day trial run and Wednesday was the real-deal and I can say both days I was barely able to step foot outside of daycare's door before the waterworks kicked in high gear. I was a big mess. Now, don't get me wrong, I knew I was leaving my little man in great hands. And I knew he wouldn't get lost in a sea of toddling little ones as there are only 6 children at daycare (and 2 are his cousins), it was just this feeling of whether or not I was making the right choice. These are his biggest developmental years and I'm trusting that to another human being for 8 hours of the day. That requires a lot of trust.


My emotions have been a roller coaster since. Doesn't matter if I'm a work or home with my little man...my emotional wheels are turning. Eek! Double Eek!

Watching him and being able to witness his each and every day development is probably the greatest gift I have every received. My passion for education, growth and development thrives on seeing Max make new strides every day. It's a beautiful thing.

He truly is coming into his own. He's discovering his hands and arms, legs and ears - it is quite adorable watching him figure it out. I'm greeted almost every morning with a smile and a little coo as I walk in his room to get him ready for the day. The sounds he makes are music to my ears and seeing that smile is proof that he feels safe and loved -- and that means everything to me.

Check out a few of his adorable little moments.

Eeking out the last moments on the deck.

A visit from Grandma Hooch

Always so happy-go-lucky!

Uncle Paul gives us a glance into the future

First family photo
Showin' y'all the seriousness of voting

Daddy and Max pooped after a whirlwind week


Love,
M.