so, while most of my banter is all about how i totally love love LOVE being a mom and its all hearts and candy and angels and wonderfulness (and it is)....there are some humorous, less than glamorous aspects of it that make it a little more "reality-tv" sometimes than my posts let on (and I do love all these aspects too....they just seem to get filtered out).....
-that secret spew of baby-puke that happened while i was burping my petey, all down my back but i didn't notice it until a few minutes later when it cooled off and soaked into my shirt. gotta love THAT feeling, right?
-that "oh-my-gosh-i-don't-know-why-you-are-so-mad" feeling you get when the bambino is crying his face off and nothing you do helps so you just give up, cuddle him in tight, do the mommy-bounce, fanny-pat and "shushhhhh" thing over and over and over and let him cling to you so he knows it'll be alright. and you wish he could talk and just TELL you what the problem is.
five bucks on teething, right here.
note: i know i'll eat my words when he CAN talk someday soon and doesn't STOP telling me what the problem is. :) i'm trying to focus on cherishing each stage....
-that feeling of panic when you're out in public and its about time for the petey-poo to have a lunch break but you're in the middle of checking out at the grocery store and you suddenly feel that tingly/creepy feeling like your body knows its time to feed the kiddo and you can't ignore it any longer......and the sometimes embarassing display of your magical abilities to feed your child without him even being involved. lovely. grab a loaf of bread and finish your shopping with it strategically placed in the nook of your arm.
-i think my biggest struggle at the moment is wanting to run. and run. and run.....but petey is too little to ride in a jogger yet (especially one that I don't own yet) and he's certainly too little to babysit himself yet (and i'm pretty sure baxter babysitting is not an option since he threw up yesterday and ate his own vomit - after rei stepped in it while getting ready for work-, that's not exactly someone you want caring for your infant)....and reid works hard and looong......so for now i get to walk.
and next week when the dreaded day comes that i go back to work and leave my petey with our friend emily during the days, the one silver lining i am clinging to is that i'll be able to run and run and run on my lunch break. hopefully my lungs and legs will be able to keep up with my soul's longing to just RUN. a smile is creeping across my face just thinking about it.
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