Size two...

I had to put my little boy in a size two diaper today. I honestly found myself very sad about it. Everyone always says how fast babies grow and they are not kidding. He probably should have been moved up to size 2 a few weeks ago but I was having a hard time accepting that my little 6 pound 9 ounce tiny baby is now turning into a little boy, no longer a baby.  It really is amazing to see him change and grow and learn new things. I am so amused just watching him as he is exploring new toys and sounds and becoming stronger and more coordinated every day. He looks completely different from when he was born. It has been so exciting to see his face change and get even more chubby.

When we got home from me picking him up at daycare, he napped for about 15 minutes, which gave me just enough time to clean bottles and make some for tomorrow. I fed him some buzbuz (that's bottle for those of you who don't know Matt and I's baby language) and then we went and did some tummy time. He is getting better and better at it, and getting closer to rolling over. He really hated it for a long time. We would put him on his belly and he would scream bloody murder. We felt so bad but we let him fight it for a few minutes before we would pick him up. I think that putting him in his walker, the bumbo chair and putting him in his stroller the "big boy" way has helped him tremendously in developing this back and neck muscles. Again..he's growing up too fast.

After tummy time I fed him a little more bubba and then we hung out and talked. I took him back into the dining room to lay under his activity contraption. He was flinging his arms like crazy hitting all the things dangling and was even grabbing a few of them. After that he finished his bottle. I then put him in his bumbo chair on the dining room table. He got to try carrots for the first time tonight. He loved them so much that he ate half the container. It's been so fun watching him learn how to swallow his food.  Matt and I get such a kick out of it when he gets his hands under his bib and then tries to rub his face. He gets food all over his face! We laugh and he smiles at us or gives us the "what the hell are you laughing at?" look. He has some of the best faces.

He took a 30 minute nap before I woke him up to take a bath and put him to bed.  We had some snuggle time before I put him down in his crib. It is one of the best feeling having him lay on my chest. I love to rub my cheeks on his soft hair, sniff some of that baby scent in and kiss the top of his head. He is my perfect little angel!

I used to think it really sucked when Matt was at work for 24 hours but I have actually come to enjoy it. I get Brody all to myself! It's pretty tiring having to get up with him during the night, then wake up at 5:30am to get ready for work, then get him ready, drop him off at Barbara's, work a full day, pick him up from daycare, come home and spend time with him and play, try to get some bottles washed and made, feed him, put him to bed and then try to eat dinner some time after 8:30 or 9pm. Then I'm getting clothes and lunch ready for the following day. I then go to bed and do it all over again. The only difference is if it is a weekday, Matt picks him up in the early afternoon after he's gotten some sleep. Since Matt is now home from work, I have help in the evening. If it is a weekend, I get up with Brody in the morning and we go hang out downstairs so Matt can sleep if he was up all night at work. By this time I am flat out exhausted but it is so worth it. I am glad that Matt is able to be at home 3 out of 4 days during the week with Brody. I honestly don't know how people do it when both parents have 9-5 jobs. Life would be crazy...er. As tired as I am, I still enjoy my "alone" days with Brody. I enjoy getting up with him at night because it is that much more time I have to spend with him. I don't get to spend a lot of time with him during the week because of work so I now cherish the time I do have...even if it is getting up at 3am to feed and change him.

Going out to the bar and getting hammered used to be fun...Now, my idea of fun is goo-goo and gaa-gaaing at Brody and really anything else involving Brody! Wow...can you say LAME?! I'd much rather sit home on a Friday night and play mommy to that little boy than go out to a movie or hang with friends. People always say that I need time away from him and to go out and do stuff every once and a while. I think what people don't realize is I do do that..I go to work. I spend 11-12 hours a day getting ready, commuting and working. So call me crazy for having my priorities straight and wanting to spend time with my baby who is growing up too damn fast. I love him and want to spend as much time with him to see him hit all those milestones so I don't miss any more than I already have to from being at work. If I need to go out I will, I just choose not to. If that makes me a bad mom, then so be it. Once he's done hitting all the really exciting milestones like rolling over, crawling and then walking, I won't feel so bad about going out with friends and going on date nights more frequently.  Right now, it's more important to be at home.