Our little monster didn’t get any teeth until NOW. In the past 10 days, 7 teeth have broken through. Benton Rusty Steele is now our Snaggletooth Man. <3
Some July 4th matching family outfits! <3
Our 3 Year Anniversary!
Momma’s Boy with his coffee can drum that he loves.
Father’s Day floating on Raystown Lake. So lucky to have this man as the father of my child. <3
I’m at this weird intersection in my life. I have this opportunity to apply for sort of a dream director job at my alum. Its a pretty amazing opportunity but I just can’t seem to justify the timing… I am so looking forward to the next three months of watching Baby Benton in the garden and taking his first steps. I know this position will require me to be away from him 35+ hours a week. I feel selfish for wanting to apply for the position knowing I’m going to miss mommy and me time with him. We have a good thing going. We are financially comfortable. We don’t want for anything. However, the second income would completely change the dynamics of what we could have going on here at the farm. We have so many dreams and projects that require capital to make happen. I pride myself of sourcing things as locally and effectively as possible but its a big waiting game this way. The salary would mean another salary for a nanny plus extra every month to put towards the greenhouse or rain collection or wind turbine or outdoor shower………
Crossing my fingers that some sign shows up in the world to sway me one way or the other. The tension of this question in my mind in distracting.
It may seem a little selfish but I wanted to go on a rejuvenating adventure nap just Adam and I for my first Mother’s Day. I am so blessed to be Benton’s mother! But this momma need some relaxing nature therapy. We went to Hunter’s Rocks out near Martin’s Gap nature area PA. It was perfectly warm and sunny. I did some yoga and soaked up those ancient stone’s wisdom and calm returning to my baby boy stuffed with Doan’s Bones BBQ ready to cuddle the evening away. What a perfect day!
So I stumbled on some “Picture Letters” by Beatrice Potter this morning. She is the author of The Tales of Peter Rabbit if you can’t place the name. And this style of letter writing is beyond brilliant in my opinion.
I have come to a point in my my life that the pains in my forearms keep me from journaling and writing snail mail as much as I would like. Perhaps the answer is to write more concisely and illustrate amongst some well place words…
Our Decision is to vaccinate according to our own modified schedule with week long isolation times so we can monitor reactions effectively.
Benton has had his first round of Polio, DTaP & HiB, all one week apart for isolating reactions. Polio pretty mild to no noticable differences. DTaP inject sight still has knot in muscle after 2 weeks (I assume the tetanus part makes that one rough even for adults). HiB injection site large knot, some heat. One degree rise in temp same day & then spike again 3 days after.
We are attending a state doctor outside of Benton’s primary care pediatrician because it is very common for US pediatricians to be using newer combination drugs like Pediarix that combines DTap, Polio, HiB and Hep B. At a 2 month well baby visit, a US infant is expected to get 3 separate injections containing 7 different vaccines total.
My common sense begs the question: If the infant has a reaction, how do you have any clue what caused it?
A perfect example causing me to further support our decision: a girl I went to HS with recently took her baby boy in for his 2 month well baby visit. He got 3 separate injections; 3 cute bandaids from the Facebook pictures. That night, his whole leg swelled up, he spiked a fever of 100 degrees and cried unconsolably for 2 straight hours…
Every time I take Benton in for a vaccine, the doctor asks “if we can’t just do two today to speed things up?” My answer will be a firm NO always because that 1 in a million reaction statistic is BULLSHIT!
Educate yourself people! end rant…….
Nothing to buy here, move along.
You know we are the only mammals with a plan
Still our most exhilarating journeys start unexpected
Just one tiny egg and some good swimmers
And we wake up at a major intersection
At first is as if nothing really has changed
You mind is still staring in awe
This all can’t be real
Like the wonder of a spinning top that won’t stop
How is this all going to fall in place
We need names
We need things
And we most certainly need more space
For months you grow, expand and change
A new body each day
A new rollercoaster in very way
Impatiently waiting to reach the safe range
All of sudden it’s the main event
On August 28, 2013, I met Benton Rusty Steele
And understood what my mother meant
I got some things done today but this was totally me last night as we were driving home without the car seat. Baby Benton stayed with Mema Hess and the rest of the crazy Hess household. Aunt Amy spoils and loves on him non stop and I am so thankful. My dad, Pappy Hess is just as terrific with him as I hoped. We are so blessed to have so many people that love him so much!
Looking into my son’s eyes is like looking at a tiny mirror reflecting this beautiful new part of my soul so perfectly clear for all the world to see.
Happy Mother’s Day from Baby Benton consisted of a 6AM wake up to a smiling little boy grabbing my face.