Adventures of Motherhood

Weird:

-- Paying for gas in the store. Do you really have to take the kid in just to pay for gas if you can't pay at the pump?

-- Eating at a buffet by yourself with the little fella. I had to take him up to the buffet with me every time I needed something.

-- Deciding if a restaurant I've been to several times is "kid-friendly." I've never had to contemplate that before.
(What is the general consensus about taking a baby to a restaurant and bar? The "and bar" part is a little tricky. Last night, we ate at Six Feet Under but were seated in the bar section of the restaurant. I don't know how I feel about this.)


Wonderful:

-- You can have a standing lunch date with a handsome young man. One that coos when you smile at him.

-- Cuddling in the mornings with your sleeping buddy.

-- Listening to him talk to his favorite toy, Mr. Owl.

-- First Easter Baskets full of... pacifiers?

-- Watching your stud-muffin husband talk to the mini, less hairy version of himself.

Here's to... Tuesday!

 

("Whatchoo talkin' 'bout?") 

Wrote this in my head on my morning drive:

• Glorious victory: reaching your hand stealthily into a dark closet and immediately finding the item of clothing you were hoping to find. Without waking your sleeping baby and husband.
• I like to use my husband's manly smelling body wash more than my own girly one.
• I'm wearing a pair of my non-pregnant pants today (that are in my pre-pregnancy size). A small victory. So disregard my muffin-top and the clearly visible dimples in my butt because of their tightness. That cellulite is temporary. I will prevail.
• It took a shoe-horn, elbow grease, and a lot of willpower to get into said pants. 
• Said pants are linen. I am also wearing sandals. Yes, before Easter. It's going to be 86 degrees today. Get at me, fashion rules.
• I feel like an older, sophisticated world traveler lady today. Leather Tevas, linen pants, white button-up shirt. Next stop: leather fanny pack!
• I have turned into my mom. I ironed my clothes this morning in my undies. I never iron. And my mom always irons in her undies and hopes nobody catches her unawares. I am an adult. At least I wasn't wearing my undies AND socks at that point. 
• There is absolutely nothing more astonishing, awesome, and satisfying than listening to your baby "talk" to you while you're lying there beside him. Or when he wakes up in the morning, sees you, and smiles. Melt my heart, little friend. Melt my heart.

Two Months!

Dinosaur Onesie created by Margaret Quiggle Grantham.