talking head

My son is now talking. I believe his first word was "rrlllnnhh" (that's a direct quote). We have nice conversations sometimes, but secretly I feel a little stiffed. He clearly prefers chatting up the ceiling fan. And also the wall. And besides,when he's talking to me I think he's trying to tell me to stop kissing him so much because I am embarrassing him.

But I can't complain. I get the best smiles from him. They are the smiles of recognition, the smiles that say "Hey! I know that lady! Hmm, I suddenly feel rather hungry...". And sometimes he just stares. Long enough that I begin to wonder if I have something in my teeth or a beard hair growing out of my chin.

Now if I could just capture that elusive smile on camera...

Sanity reclaimed.

I have discovered the magic of "routine." For the first five weeks of Will's life, sleep was a free-for-all, not to mention a precious and scarce commodity. A few nights ago, I decided to try out a new routine. It goes something like this: put on white noise cd, wrap in swaddle blanket, nurse, burp, rock for 5 mins, place in crib. Voila! Evenings have now been reclaimed as "me" time, or "me and Brian" time. Its fabulous!

Sling shots.

Paparazzi!

Can I help you??



What do you want...?


Sheesh lady, get that thing out of my face!!

First Smile!

will gave me his first smile last night! of course he waited till the middle of the night after a poopy diaper change and right before i plopped him onto my boob. normally when he is about to get boob he gets so excited that his head bops back and forth in an effort to get it into his mouth as quickly as possible. but he actually STOPPED in the middle of the head-bopping, looked up at me and gave me a big grin before chomping down. even in my sleep-deprived stupor my heart just melted! i am so in love with my little boy....

The dreaded eyes...

You know that scene in the Neverending Story where Atreyu approaches the Sphinx Gate and has to make it through before the sphinxes open their eyes and shoot light daggers from their eyes into his head? And you know how you sit there on the edge of your seat, holding your breath and praying he makes it through?



Well, that's pretty much how I feel after I have spent more than an hour trying to get my kid to sleep. As I slowly and breathlessly try to creep away from his side after putting him down, my heart palpitates and my palms sweat with terror if even an eyelid flutters...

Hot Mama!

So the other day I was cruising along on the highway (95N to be specific). Traffic got kind of slow for a small stretch, but I was enjoying the ride with the windows down since it was a warm spring day, as I listened to some good hip-hop tunes. The next thing I know a pick-up truck with three guys in it had pulled up along side me in the next lane over. The guys were all hooting and hollering and honking their horn at me for a few seconds. Then, I noticed they did a double-take and got suddenly silent as they became aware of the fact that there was an infant riding in my back seat. They looked rather bewildered. What, just because I have a baby I can't listen to hip-hop? I just laughed and sped ahead of them thinking, "That's right! I'm four weeks post-partum. What do you make of THAT?!"