Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

FAT PIG!

~as my Husband would say... Something I have realized he learned from his Mother. I'm sure you are aware of the Mother Goose Rhyme... To Market, To Market; Well this is their shortened version which I now say after spending the past two weeks with my Mother In Law.

I must admit we had a wonderful time, minus my two illnesses. My MIL took care of me, Max and Asher so wonderfully we are truly grateful. I read 1 book and started another, finished knitting a sweater, and finished knitting Max's Stroller Blanket (good thing cause it got cold in Maine). We also got 50% of our Christmas shopping done!




We had a happy, wonderful, and filling Thanksgiving, including: Several bad jokes, old friends and new friends, one 92 year old matriarch, one very hospitable hostes, three teenagers, two siblings, three in-laws, five dogs, two babies, and five pies.

Anyone want to do the math?

I hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving. I did. I am truly grateful for the family I share and the life I have. After two weeks of fun and friendship I am happy to be home with my loving husband, new baby and crazy dog. Here's to Thanksgiving may it be remembered everyday and here here to that FAT PIG!

We have arrived!

With all of the commotion Saturday night I missed this post; better late than never.

When you last left us:
Max, Asher and Mommy where leaving our first stop at Charlton Plaza for Maine. We stopped and picked up Aunt Nell and Cousin Lila around 3pm and arrived at GrandmaNan's around 5:30pm. Overall I'd say we did pretty well. Only one melt down and that one was by Max as we entered town. He had decided he'd finally had enough. Needless to say I now know I can travel 500 miles with the dog and baby by myself. I must admit I am proud to be a mommy, and I think I did it pretty well too.

Off to Grandmas!

Since Dad is going into tech today, Max, Asher, and I have decided to go to grandmaNan's. We started at 7:30 this morning. We are now at our first rest stop. 6 more hours to go! So far, so good!

Sometimes Babies Just Cry

Sometimes Babies are not hungry, they are not tired, they are not wet or soiled, they are not bored, they do not want to be held, they do not want to be burped, they do not want to be left alone, they do not have to poop... Sometimes Babies Just Cry.

Sometimes we have to take a deep breath and remember... Sometimes Babies just cry. They will stop when they are ready.

I AM A MOM!

I have a 2 month old son, whom I love! I have become one of those people who only takes pictures of their child... and I take about a dozen a day. I take video of him, I dress him in cool little outfits. He is bigger and bigger everyday.

This morning we went for a hike; it was only 40degs out when we left the house, I had to put him in a 6month size warmie! He's only 2 months old! Everyday he looks more and more like a real boy. Today he fit in the the ergo (baby carrier) without the infant insert; his legs actually stick out the bottom.

I have known for a long time that I wanted to be a mom, but to be a mom is something different, it's special. We have a great time everday. Some days are harder than others and sometimes I'm all by myself. Max and I tell each other stories and roll around and laugh together. He is more than just a partner in crime I think he is my soul. Everyday he amazes. His smile melts my heart and sometimes I think we understand each other.

Max has a schedule, it is my job to work around his schedule to accomplish a multitude of tasks everyday. I am a fairly organized and straightforward person. I appreciate my son for understanding and working with me on this. I take our schedule and all of the tasks that need to be accomplished and find a way to do them as efficiently as possible. We wake up, poop, eat, go for a hike, poop, eat, have playtime, take a nap, then do it all over again. I have found a new rhythm to my life that is both wonderful and unexpected. Even though I new I wanted to be a mom I had no idea what that actually meant. Until now.

Everyday this little boy looks up at me and I see something new, in him and in myself. I am growing more now that I have in years. I have loved my life but now I am in love with my life. I am the luckiest girl in the world. I got to grow up to become: an artist, a wife, a mother, a worker, a watcher, a leader, a follower, a cheerleader, a hard-ass, a woman, a child, a sleeper, a reader, a knitter, a crafter, a lion, and me.