Saturday, June 29, 2013

Our Bella-rina girl

My first born, my little mama, my baby girl, my daughter, the one who made me a mama first.  Isa is so many things to me.  I miss the days when my sole responsibility was to make sure she ate, diaper was changed, she was smiling and breathing.  Those were long and solitary days.  I was left at home alone with a tiny baby for 24+ hours at a time.  But, I relished in it.  I remember taking her for walks and pushing her on the swings and dancing crazy for my audience of one.  She got a kick out of me looking like a fool.  She is my photogenic baby.  She has always been a fan of the camera.  My smiley baby.

She is going to be four soon.  Not quite yet a big kid and not quite a baby or toddler.  She is in that in between stage.  Still needs mama and daddy for encouragement and reassurance but independent enough to put herself down for a nap and pick out her own clothes. 

I love sitting back and watching her navigate herself in this world.  She has been taking dance lessons since last October and I have to say that Saturday mornings at 11am is possibly my most favorite hour of the week.  I look like a cheschire cat peering into the dance class window.  She is with "her people."  Little girls and one grown woman who love to put on tiarras and spin in tutus and wave magic wands in the air. 

I was never a dancer.  I was a bulky and clumsy athlete.  I never had the poise and fluidity that I envied in my older sister, Jessica the dancer.  I never could grasp the concept of rhythm and my body does weird things that my mind is unaware of.  So this new world of dance is like looking into a foreign country.  Everything is so new and exciting and a bit overwhelming for me.  But to be in it with my Bella is so alluring. 

Since October she has been outside her comfort zone of her family.  She is socializing with people who aren't her cousins, though she still sometimes thinks they are her cousins.  Because with a big family like ours, well, let's just say Bella meets a lot of cousins!  She's growing up this year.  Like really growing up. 

She is identifying her own interests and not what I think should be her interest.  This feels like one of those pivotal stages where I could really screw up parenting or I could really make an impact in her life.  I need to be careful of my actions and mindful of what she hears me say.  I'm shaping my little girl each day and it's damn scary!  But, she's a good kid.  She has a kind, so kind, core. 

Here are a few pictures of her year: Enjoy.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Another Father's Day, 2013

Happy Father's day to a great example of a husband and father.  Bob, I'm so happy (and lucky) to watch you be a father. It suits you! Here's to you!!!!

Bob 2013 0001 from Annette Gomez on Vimeo.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Time has passed

Quite some time has passed.  I'm on a new adventure now.  A mom to not only two, but three.  A mom to not only girls, but a little boy too. 

This is him. His name is Robert. A big name for my little man.  He is named after a man I love with all my might. His daddy.  Bobby and I argue back and forth who he looks like. He says he looks like me.  But when I look down into his eyes I see my love, looking back at me through those teddy bear eyes. 

He coos and looks for me now.  Already four months old.  He's learned to roll from his back to his stomach.  And I missed it.  I thought it would be easier this time around.  Missing those milestones that only a mama and daddy can appreciate.  I thought it would be easier because this is my third and I should be used to these tiny milestones...and used to missing them.  But i'm not used to it.  He's my third, but just like with each of his sisters, I tear up a little because I missed it.  It doesn' get easier.  And I'm happy it doesn't.  I'm happy to feel the same excitement I felt when Isabella hit her rolling milestone.  Excitment and melancholy at the same time.  Melancholy because he is growing every day and I am missing those tiny (and big) pieces of his day.  Work. ugh! I hate you and I love you, work.

I have a son.  I have a little boy to love. 

 Thank you, little man. Just for being born.  We love you so much!