Adventures of a Park Ranger's Wife

Life through the eyes of a State Park Ranger's wife


April 2014

First Birthday as a Mom

Today was my first birthday as a mom. D and I went with my mom to visit my brother in the city. We had a good day. We had a very delicious dinner at a great Italian restaurant called The Stinking Rose. Very garlicy (as the name eludes to), which is my favorite. I was very lucky today and am very grateful for the love I was shown today.


Today was also B’s last day of POST in the academy. So from here on out he is fully trained as a peace officer and will be finishing up the academy focusing on state park issues and information.


A big day for everyone. 🙂


Observations of a New Mom

1. I can fit into a pair of pre-pregnancy pants! (Ok not nesecarily a general observation. But I did want to share, because it makes me feel good.) I still have a way to go, but there is progress.

2. Best way to wake a baby from their nap: lay them down in their crib, use the powder room, and then try to take a nap yourself. Wakes D every time. (I do realize that I didn’t say baby boy like I normally do. I figure just giving the first letter would be easier. So consider this the transition! 🙂 )

3. Does any one else have a nursing baby that gets handsy? D tends to place his hand in away so he can try to squeeze more milk out if he wanted. I don’t think his little grasps work, but it doesn’t stop him from trying.


Take me out to the ballgame

Saturday B and I took our boy to his first baseball game. What I thought would be a nice outing to introduce my son to my favorite sport, ended up being much more difficult than I realized. I’m not sure how other parents have successfully taken an infant to a sporting event, but ours was not having it. I felt awful. I was told by a family friend, that was at the game with us, that she thought he did great and not fussy. I guess it’s one of those incidents that you see differently compared to those around you. Either way, I will be waiting a little while longer before taking him to “the ol’ ballgame” again.

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