Sometimes, when I look at him, the love just oozes out of me

If it meant that my son would be guaranteed happiness throughout his life, I would jump in front of a mack truck right now. You say I need to have my nails ripped out of my fingers in order to ensure he never know the pain of heartbreak? Sign me up. I look at him and his little chicken nugget feeties and I want to eat him. Seriously. I want to dip his little feet in barbecue sauce and eat them. His little belly, the way it goes up and down when he sleeps peacefully- *sigh I just melt looking at him. Don't even get me started talking about his yummy breath. I want to live inside his little mouth. And that's just while he sleeping. Because ohmygod the smiles that he gives me! With those dimples. Those dimples are just too much.
When did this all happen? and how? I've never ever loved a little person so much in my life. Children have this magical power over parents that is inexplicable. You meet them for the very first time and you would do anything for them. Even though I've been through this twice with my girls it still amazes me how much love I have left to give. When I was pregnant, I would sometimes think to myself "will I be able to love this baby as much as I love my girls? Is it possible to have any love left after all that lovin I do?" And the answer is YES. There is always more where love came from.

Toothless wonder

Justin has been fussy these past two days. I really don't know if it's possible this early, but he seems to be teething. He puts his little fist in his mouth and tries to bite down on it, but he gets so frustrated that he just cries. Cries and drools. He's been sleeping sporadically and only when my boobs and I are around. He wants no part of the pacifier.
I've been getting him to sleep for more than an hour at a time by putting my shirt next to him as he sleeps. Of course, this means I can't sleep because I am standing over him making sure the shirt does not smother him. I'm still waiting for Joey to find me sitting by the computer in my bra...I'm sure he'll get a laugh out of that at 3:00 am.
Anyways, I just wanted to make sure I document this in the event that I see a little tooth sometime soon :)

Why I made this blog.

Because I don't ever want to forget how Justin always puts his little arm behind his head when he nurses.

LOL!

Technically, Justins' first laugh was a few weeks ago when Joe and I were watching The Apprentice. We were both fixated on the screen as I held Justin in my arms when he suddenly burst out laughing. I should have written something about it here, however it was an unprovoked laugh, and we tried and tried to get him to do it again, but real as it was, it was a one time thing.

Well, on Tuesday, Justin totally laughed! I was going about my usual business of gobbling up the little neck, when all of a sudden I hear "heh." then "heh, heh". Next thing you know, I'm a neck gobbling fool-looking for a laugh fix. But he's done it more than once. And that is what I call a true LOL. It's the bestest sound in the universe.

:)

friggin sucky mother

I don't like ladybugs anymore. There's one flying around my living room right now and it's annoying the crap out of me. That has nothing to do with anything, by the way. Just an observation. You're welcome :)

What a friggin sucky mother I am. No, seriously. ALL DAY Amanda has been asking me to look at her report card. And, ALL DAY I kept telling her to wait, because I (honestly) wanted to sit down when I had a minute or two and really look it over with her. Well, it's 4:40 am. And this is what I am doing with my minutes.

My poor sweet little angel that always comes home with her A+'s and comments from the teachers telling me that they want to clone my child so they could have a whole classroom filled with little Amandas. That's the child I LET DOWN today. I SUCK. Damnit. I need to write her a note and put it in her bookbag.

Guilt sucks. So do I.

Real funny mom, real funny.

Why?

Why, why do they sit there eating those hot fries
looking at me licking their fingers?!! Evil children, they are. Evil.

1000 words.

Schedule, SCHMEDULE.

If there is one thing that Justin doesn't like, it's a schedule. And I don't mean a schedule for him, I mean ANY schedule. Anything that needs to be done by a certain hour, is an inconvenience to Justin. Let's say my oldest daughter Amanda has a party at 4:00, and I absolutely have to get her hair done, and help her wrap the gift for the party. Well, that is when Yummy reminds me how much he dislikes this schedule thing. In fact, planning of any kind is frowned upon, er...pooped upon, screamed upon, cried upon, or whatever attention getting method works at said time.

Thankfully, he makes this quite clear. So now I know...and knowing is half the battle.
*kudos for all you 80's kids who caught on to the G.I.joe reference ;)

I need coffee...

Please help me make them understand...
there cannot be any mixing of the "big people" clothes and the baby's clothes
and YES you must wash your hands EVERY TIME you come near the baby. I'm not joking.
IF you want to hold my child, you must be sitting, preferably surrounded by many, many pillows.
You will NOT put a pacifier in his mouth without first rinsing it with water. And no, the water in your squirt gun will not do.

Happy April Fools day!

Made it through the night!


Justin, my angel baby, has yet to show any sign of discomfort, other than sleepyness and the little soreness on his legs yesterday. Last night he nursed, I changed him and he was ALL SMILES again. I was so happy to see that. This morning he woke up, nursed and pooped and is now asleep on the swing (again).