Time is Passing

I can’t believe Crosby is only 16 weeks old! He is such a real part of our family and my life. I can’t even really remember life before him. Well, I can.. but I think he was still there. I was recently watching a video I took when Soni was a baby and I thought, “Who was watching Crosby while I was taking care of that baby?”

Aren’t new moms retarded? Maybe it’s just me. Me, and my friend who waits all week for our Thursday date, doesn’t show up, and then calls me Friday morning to see where I am.  Me, her, and my friend who tried to unlock the front door of her house by pressing ‘unlock’ on her car key. At least I have lots of well matched friends…

Which brings me to another topic on the minds of all of my like-minded friends…poop. When I’m not cleaning everybody else’s poop, I try to find some time each week, (or when urgent) to deal with my own poop. But good news! – Crosby is finally strong enough to sit in the bumbo seat! Get it? Now I can poop without him on my lap- he can be on the floor in front of me in the bumbo seat. And my daughter can sit beside him on the bathmat watching Dora the Explorer on Netflix on my iPhone. I’ll tell them about this when they are older and wondering what we did at home all day when I was on maternity leave.

monkey on toilet

Shit. I mean, hello.

As I sit here, writing my very first blog posting on my very first blog, someone is shitting on my lap. “What?”, you may ask. “I’m a mother”, I would say. “Oh.”

Ok, it’s been a few hours since I started writing. Since then I’ve cleaned the baby’s bum, fed my daughter, cleaned her bum, fed the baby, cleaned his bum again… I think you get the idea. Now the baby boy is sleeping and my husband is putting our daughter to bed, so I thought I would sit down and try to finish my first blog post.

Since we’re going to be friends now, I should probably tell you a little bit about myself. I’m 28 years old. I’ve been married for 5.5 years. My husband is way too good for me. My grammar used to be impeccable but since my days currently revolve around poop and food (see above), my knack for punctuation seems to have suffered. I have a 2 year old daughter and a 4 month old son. My children are much sweeter, smarter and happier than anyone else’s.

You may be wondering why my children are so amazing- “What’s your secret?”, you may ask. “Well, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret…but ok, it’s because I love them more.” I would say. I would only say this to you on my blog though, if you stopped me in the mall and asked me why my kids were so sweet, I’d probably tell you that it’s because I carry them in slings all the time and potty train them really early and let them sleep in my bed. Or I’d just smile and keep walking, because some days, I really don’t feel like talking to random people who stop me in the mall- no offense.

Ok, so now it’s been another hour- my daughter wanted me to put her to sleep after all. And what with the co-sleeping, I just had a nice nap in my bed.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my first blog post. It’s taken me all day to write. I’m listening to Ingrid Michaelson.