Happy Friday friends and loved ones! I know what you’re thinking. TWO blog posts in one week? Who am I even? Well, when the mood strikes and the baby is occupied and all the stars align – blogs will be blogged.
Let me just fill you in on the current state of affairs as I type this. I’m curled up on the bed with the baby and both dogs spread out in various spots around me… I’m also pumping, Eddie is licking his bubbles, Gus is trying to climb over me to snag the napkin with leftover crumbs from my peanut butter toast breakfast, and Crosby is happy as a clam, staring at the wall. We’re a classy bunch, we are. But it’s nice really, when everyone is calm-ish. I know it won’t last long… Crosby’s wall stares have a shelf life of about 15 minutes tops before he wants to move on to bigger and better things. Like staring directly into the light, which is another one of his favorites. It’s so sweet, how entertained he gets looking at nothing in particular. Don’t you wish it were that easy for everyone? Like, hey you’re bored? Here, look at this piece of lint for the next 10-20 mins. Problem solved. Anyways, it’s so nice to see him happy and content, kicking around and make baby noises (some of them coming from his booty area). One of my favorite things to do lately is to sit right next to him, say his name and then see how long it takes for him to find me. ………. So yah, maybe I am just as easily entertained as he is.
It’s a slow going morning and here’s why. I went out with some pals last night and had two glasses of wine. Two. Rookie stuff. Nevertheless, I woke up this morning with a smashing headache and the desire to lay in bed all day watching reruns of RHOBH (Jacquelyn! Jacquelyn! …It’s Joyce.) But, guess what? I don’t really have that option anymore. I’ve got dogs to feed, a baby to change, boobs that need milking… Ain’t nobody got time for my laziness. I need to put my big girl pants on (literally) and take care of business.
It’s funny how adult-y having a baby makes you feel. Sure, I technically was a grown up before Crosby… but now I just feel different. Right? Like, I have responsibilities beyond just myself now. I’m responsible for another person’s well-being. Sure, I could still each chips all day and have Bravo on in the background, but now those actions don’t just affect me. I eat chips, Crosby eats chips. I watch Bravo, Crosby watches Bravo. And then his first word is “cougar”. But you know what I mean? I need to be responsible, at all times. And I’m just so aware of that now. Sometimes when I’m driving around with Crosby in the backseat, or I’m out grocery shopping and wearing him in his wrap, I’ll catch my reflection in a window and it’s shocking how grown up I appear. I’m someone’s MOM. People had better take me seriously.
All that said, I’m still just as ridiculously immature and sarcastic as I used to be so you should probably just disregard this entire post.
What else can I bore you with? We just today realized that we missed Gus’s birthday. It was on Tuesday. He’s 3 now. Considering he used to be our #1 pride and joy (in fact I wrote a whole blog post about him on his 2nd birthday), it’s pretty monumental that we’ve missed his big day. So he’ll be getting extra belly rubs today. And maybe I’ll even let him tear into that peanut butter napkin he’s still eyeing…
Now that I’ve no doubt bored you to tears with my terribly exciting stories, I will bid you adieu. To yer and yer and yer. (Anyone that gets that reference gets 5 points in my book. Of points.)But first, indulge me in another picture of this chubby face. Oh, and Crosby too.