Yes he has.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
I read once that the greatest feeling in the world is not love, nor is it happiness. The greatest feeling in the world is gratitude.
The minutes, hours, days and weeks following Brian's birth have been filled with moments of gratitude. To God, to Kevin and in this time where my own style of parenting is being established and tested, to my parents.
No words are enough to describe the lengths my parents have gone to in order to support me--not just in this pregnancy and post-partum period, but throughout my entire life and my worst moments. It's somewhat cheesy, but I hope I can walk in their footsteps and be an example of love to my own children.
How do you express a gratitude that has built up over a lifetime? Like the little drummer boy, I have no gifts big enough to bring. Instead, the first bits of art I'm posting on my blog are the ones I made for my parents during that crazy, sleepless post-partum period. Small things, but I think they understand my meaning.
For my father.
For my mother.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails."
- 1 Corinthians 13
Thursday, February 16, 2012
So here I am vainly (in every sense of the word) trying to get a photo that makes me look halfway decent.
While not particularly successful on that front--regular night wakings mean that yes, I look tired!--I found this photo set hilarious. I'm doing my best to look sort of smiley, though seem to have mastered the Harrison Ford half-smile by accident. Meanwhile, baby Brian is completely, obliviously in slumberland. I love camera phones.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Everybody (especially experienced parents) loves to tell you that you'd better sleep before the baby comes because you won't be sleeping for the next X number of years. The alternative pearl of wisdom is to sleep when the baby sleeps.
I'd always assumed that the former piece of advice was because babies tend not to sleep through the night, so you end up walking around in a zombified stupor at 3 am (and 4, and 5...) trying desperately to cuddle and rock the baby back to sleep. And I assumed that the latter piece of advice was offered because parents tend to use Baby Sleeping Time (TM) to rush around and complete household chores.
Nobody tells you that the reason new parents do not sleep is because they spend Baby Sleeping Time taking approximately 5489 photos of their sleeping baby who is in exactly the same position in every photo. Because nobody mentions that newborns sleep with their arms up. And nobody mentions that this is the cutest sight in the known universe, and that anybody with an Asian gene simply cannot help themselves but to pull out the camera and start clicking away like a lab rat pressing the reward button.
I think I may need some help.
Friday, February 10, 2012
When Bjai was in my tummy, I occasionally played songs to him by plugging the ipod into a speaker, resting the speaker next to my belly and pumping up the volume. The playlist wasn't particularly varied; an instrumental version of Amazing Grace by Eric Stanley, Because He Lives by Sally DeFord, and the Celtic Woman version of Pie Jesu. The last song is heavenly.
A few days ago, he was lying wrapped up in my arms, and I thought I'd play him the youtube video of Pie Jesu. When the music began, he quieted down and turned his little head to face the computer. He spent the whole song looking attentively at the screen.
It was kind of magical.