Cael Updates
This blog was created so that I can look back and remember the quirky things that happen in life. It's just a more sophisticated journal/scrapbook. The downside is my family and friends know what's happening in my life before my hubby does! :) Just kidding.
I finally found the solution to make Cael drink his milk from a sippy cup. As previously posted he would only drink water or juice from cup but rejects milk. He only wants it from his bottle but I have cut off all but his bedtime one. So, a friend suggested giving him chocolate milk instead. So I bought Nesquik, chocolate powder but with less sugar, and mixed it with his regular milk. Cael loves it. He actually gets mad when he finishes the cup and wants more...So that is a relief! I also bought him some Gummy Bear Calcium Vites which he loves too. No more worries about him not getting enough calcium. Now I just have to be concerned if he is eating enough. Compared to what other children his age eats....I think he eats way too little. But we'll see...not like I am going to force feed him.
I finally caved and applied for naturalization to become a US citizen. Figured my husband was one, my son was one, I might as well be one and stop being double-minded about it. I have to pledge my allegiance just as Ruth did in the Bible. Then I asked myself what if my husband died? Will I want to stay in USA? Well I guess I do? I suppose I owe it to my son to have him raised in his dad's legacy of freedom. I don't know. Okay I am probably delving too deep into it.
Can one resign from motherhood? This is what I feel like doing today. Too bad it doesn't exist. Which is probably a good thing because when a new day rises tomorrow, I probably can't wait to get the little one from his crib in the morning. But today, I wish I could just turn back the clock to when I was still single, without a care in the world except catering to my selfish self. I can relax when I want to. Go out when I want to (as opposed to catering to Cael's schedule). Having my world revolve around ME instead of someone else. To become a mother is to die to yourself a thousand million times.