He Walked! He Crashed! He Cried! Momma Cried!

One of the only things I can remember looking forward to since I knew I was pregnant with Max was him taking his first steps. Don't get me wrong there have been incredible milestones. Life was so crazy during pregnancy and after having a bit of the numbness that comes with postpartum that I found I didn't look forward to things as much as is normal for my personality. BUT I really looked forward to and dreamed about and thought about the moment Max takes his first steps. Who would be there? Where would we be? Would Sam see it? Would I see it? Would Max just take off running?

On Thursday, the 13th, we were hanging out in Max's room. Sam and I had played with him getting him to walk to us but he pretty much gets so excited he lunges at us because he is so fast on his feet when we are holding his hand that he thinks he can go that fast with out us. A little later he was playing at the slider and I asked him to come see Momma. He let go and walked towards me about 5 steps! I WAS CRAZY EXCITED! Sam had just stepped out of the room so I, of course, screamed for him, leaving him to think that one of us was hurt. We then did it over and over.

BUT momma got a bit excited and let him walk towards the slider. BAD IDEA. VERY BAD IDEA. He crashed into the slider then onto the floor screaming. It was not a pretty next few minutes. Max calmed down way quicker than I did. I was calm until Sam took him out of my arms in the other room, then I just cried and cried that I had got so excited that I didn't think and my little man got hurt.

I told Sam later that I had looked forward to this day forever and never shared that I was so excited for this moment. Then in the way that only Sam can do he just loves me well by knowing me well, he says, "Well it will be a memory we never forget for sure now."

I took me a few days to post it because I think I was still so scarred and embarrassed that I had done that, but to see what a strong little man we have that cries hard but recovers quick inspires me to suck it up when I want to wallow in emotion. He has had his fair share of bumps and falls and I know that is part of growing up, but it wrecked me that I didn't protect him. I think Sam has his hands full with his excited wife and excited son.

Here is what our mornings look like just about every day. Max with his puffs and toast, walking around the table, playing with cars, and dancing to the music. If you can see the TV in the back ground there is actually a picture of the Mount up on the news as we still are watching the oil disaster unfold. Our beach is white and clear for now but they have closed ALL the beaches. So sad for us. We love walking on the beach and Max has just become addicted to it in the last two weeks.





I need a bit of advice to from other Moms. Max WILL NOT take a bottle, which is fine because he loves water bottles and sippy cups, but I can NOT get him to take formula at all. Last night we tried and he loved the idea of his cup, but made a face that we cracked up at but also knew it tasted really bad as he grimaced and made a sour face and looked at us with a "what the heck you guys" face. What did you other moms do when you stopped nursing for a bottle in the morning at night? Cold turkey - nothing? Milk? Alternative milk? (Mind you my options are super limited here in NZ, though there milk here is A LOT better and different than American milk, I am still not sure I want to go that route.) Any thoughts or ideas would be gladly accepted :)