Minutes vs. Hours

James and I headed out to the post office today at 11:30am.  We returned home at 1:30pm.  We live roughly 8 blocks from the post office and it is a common stop for us on daily walks.  Typically takes 20 minutes.  Just a reminder of how I am now on my little man's schedule not my own.  He didn't just want a walk silly Mom!  Our walk included: walk, talk, play, eat, burp, eat, spill, diaper change, cry, bounce, play, sleep, post office, walk.  

Smile, Shave and Bumps

I recently celebrated my first Mother's Day.   Woke up to my beautiful son at the oh so popular hour...4am.  He has started smiling on his own terms now, which makes any awake moment (no matter the hour) so wonderful.  We have our time together and Daddy comes in to give Mommy an extra long shower break!  Yeah!!  One in which I can clean, shampoo AND shave!  The three of those things have not been together in a very long time!  So I'm feeling fantastic, getting dressed and I hear this cry coming from James I hadn't heard before.  Here comes Matt and our boy into the bedroom..."I dropped the remote on his head!"  Poor James is putting out this pitiful cry sounding out his first boo boo...but Matt was the one that needed the hug.  He felt awful, of course, and exclaimed "Happy Mother's Day!"  I hugged my amazing husband who although gave James his first bruise...also gave me the first "I'm hurt, comfort me Mom." moment.  

No one noticed the bump at church only hours later...he healed fast.  Which meant no one got to hear this story and Matt didn't hear some snarky comment from everyone in the place...until I put it on the family blog!  Love you honey!