He:
-smiles SO much. Whenever Ryan and I come home from work, the biggest smiles spread across his sweet cheeks! ahhh! melts my heart
-recognizes Ryan and I every morning with a delighted scream...like "hey, its you guys again!!"
-talks to himself in the morning in his bassinet/crib when he wakes up, so cute.
-finally has a semi-schedule of waking and sleeping, and although he isnt sleeping through the night, he goes right back to sleep after his mid-night feeding YESSSSSS!!!
- tries as hard as he can to stand/sit up whenever we hold him, big strong man!
-takes showers with Ryan and I instead of baths. His whole body relaxes when we hold him under the warm water, and he makes little ooohhh and ahhh noises.
-LOVES being outside. If he is fussy, and we take him outside and sit on the deck its like a button is pushed and hes just suddenly happy.
-at 13lbs 8oz, is the cutest baby alive
I:
-got fired from my job for not asking permission to take my required break to pump breastmilk. Its a load of nonsense, really. Im thinking there must be something else going on...the attorneys I worked for never spoke ill of my work...so whatever. Now I have much more time to spend with my peapod!
-feel healthier and healthier every day, and im still losing weight. yay :)
-have dreams about kissing masons cheeks...and about teleporting to hawaii after chewing tea leaves. no big deal.
-think that Ryan and I may be doing something thrilling next year....juuusssssaaayyying! :)
-got a brand new mommy car!! no more mustang here!
Random misplaced musings:
Ive come to realize that people are going to give me advice, whether I want it or not. I've learned to just take the advice in stride, but not to get worked up. Most peoples "advice" REALLY sounds like "ways to tell you that youre a terrible parent and your choice to supplement with formula is as bad as letting your baby play with pythons". If you want my opinion, which im fairly certain you do, since youre reading this, a python is perfectly acceptable parenting aid. I mean, they've got to grow up someday. Right, so stop telling me what I should and shouldnt feed my tot. My baby is happy and healthy and YES he is a chubby boy and NO I dont feed him pats of butter, he was born that way (hiyooo Gaga) and he is only in the 80th percentile. So suck it. Stop calling him fat, hes just chubby.
Ryan and I are ridiculously, disgustingly happy with each other. Its odd, really. I feel like we have something so beautiful growing in our relationship. yay.
Speaking of beautiful relationships...Im actually suprised at the way my friends have reacted to the addition of mason to my life. The majority of my friends are just distant, but old friends have come back into my life with such enthusiasm that I wondered how we drifted apart in the first place! How DO people drift apart? and Why?
I absolutely cannot wait for the holiday season. As it gets cooler outside, my body ACHES to go apple-picking. Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to be so amazing this year with baby Mason. ahh. I even made turkey and gravy and stuffing and potatoes for dinner last night because of how much im craving the holidays. Also, Justin Bieber has a holiday CD coming out... judge me.
-Masons Momma
