Guess who turned 8 weeks old today? 8 WEEKS!
Can this really be? I no longer have a tiny, wrinkly newborn . . . I have a MAN-CHILD. (Seriously, you, my kid, weigh a TON).
How did this happen and why didn’t I realize that this change was occuring? Perhaps my sleep deprived state is to blame, but I missed the moment you transformed from this . . .
to THIS. . .
Now, instead of a confused and angry new one, you are a bubbly, talkative, personality filled little baby boy. You love to smile at your Mommy, giving me both sweet smiles and big ol’ grins all day long. My favorite ones, though, are the ones you give me while your nursing. You take a little break, lean back and look into my eyes with the most adorable, precious smile — as if to let me know I really am your most “favoritest” person in the whole world. (Don’t worry — I do realize this story will mortify you someday and I will refrain from telling it . . . too often, anyway.)
You’ve also turned into quite the little talker, I might add. We have the most delightful conversations where you, with such animation, tell me all the secrets of being a baby and your take on the world around you. And, we laugh about your silly sister and your crazy daddy. You think they are H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S!
I have to admit, prior to meeting you, Mister Boy, I wasn’t too sure about a “boy mommy.” I wasn’t looking forward to ugly boy toys — insects, dinosaurs, and video games — and I’d been told that little boys stay in a perpetual state of dirty, noisy chaos.
But, for now, I’ve found that being your mommy is just like being your sister’s mommy: utterly amazing.