You Know You're A Mom When....

you are to lazy to see if your baby has a dirty diaper, so you pick them up & smell their bottom instead.

Break from Regular Programming To Report:

Britney shaved her head. She is freaking me out.

New Hayden Developments.

I need to chart and map out all of Hayden's developments, so when people interview me about my genius child, I can point to the exact moment I realized it. Here they go.

1. He likes to talk. When he is really happy he makes these adorable cooing sounds. When I repeat it to him, he does it back to me. Sometimes I see him trying to make a sound, he watches my lips move, then he opens his mouth his tongue rolling around and then after a few seconds he makes a loud coo. It is adorable.

2. He is interested in toys!! He loves his mobile. He loves his activity mat. When I place him on his activity mat and shake it, he laughs and his entire body moves with excitement. His arms flail his legs kicks wildly.

3. He is discovering his hands. He is just learning this one. He briefly puts his hands in his mouth, sucking wildly on his knuckles delighted to have found them. Sadly, this only lasts for a few seconds before his arms flail about and he has to start over again a few seconds later.

He Giggled.

Hayden giggled for the first time this morning. It brought tears to my eyes. It was the cutest thing I have ever seen.

Real Tears

Did you know when babies are born they don't have tears? They cry and cry, their little faces get red, you can see their tongue vibrating, their bodies become tense, but no tears. nada. It somehow makes the cry seem not quite as bad.

Hayden recently developed tears and it is heartbreaking when he cries. To see a little teardrop fall down his face, I'll do anything to make it stop. I can just envision myself years from now being suckered into anything when he cries.

Hayden: mom, I want a pony!

Mom (aka ME!): No way Hayden. A pony is too much responsibility and they attract flies. You cannot have one. I repeat - no pony for you.

Hayden: wwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaawaaaaaaaaaa. But I want a pony. I need a pony. (face turns red, tears start to well up and then roll down his face)

Mom: omg, Hayden are you crying? Are those real tears? Chris, he's crying with real tears! Fine, you can have ONE pony, but that's it! One.

Hayden: (immediately regains composure) starts skipping and dancing around me - Thanks Mom!

I'm going to be such a sucker!

Baby On A Sunday

I love this photo of Hayden. It paints the perfect picture of a lazy Sunday afternoon.

He is lounging on Chris, in PJ's at around 2pm in the afternoon. His onesie, that doesn't match is sticking out and diaper below hanging out even further. He has one sock on, one off. What can I say except this is "Baby on a Sunday"

MY Little Dude....

Crying During Typical Mom Moments

Every once in a while, I get the nagging feeling that I'm not reacting as I should in the classic 'mom moments'. For instance, I didn't cry when I heard Hayden's first cry after delivery. In fact, my delivery was such a blur, I don't even remember that moment. I also didn't cry when Hayden got his first shots. And, the really weird thing is that I am a crier and I hate shots!

Sometimes I think its really all Hayden's fault. He's so damn cute when he cries - how can I cry at a cute kid? Other times I think I'm strong - solid, like a rock!

For the record, so you don't think I'm heartless, I cried when I held him for the first time. Big old sloppy tears. And I cried a few hours after his shots when he cried for 45 minutes straight. That was tough on me. I also cried when he gave me his first smile at 3 weeks. It was the biggest, gummiest grin I've ever seen and it was aimed directly at me. And I cried through the first few weeks - every single time I held him thinking my heart was going to break apart because I love this kid so much. Okay, I guess I've done enough crying. Maybe I'm simply cried out?!?

A Bloody Miracle

Hayden slept through the night! Let me repeat: HAYDEN SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT! There is a light at the end of this ridiculously sleep deprived tunnel.

He slept from 11-5:30 - straight. Naturally I woke up at 4, startled, wondering what in sam's hell is going on that he didn't wake me up to eat. I had to go to his crib and make sure he was still breathing. Needless to say, he was sleeping like an angel. Hope he can do it again tonight!

Shots!

Hayden got his first round of vaccines today, which included three shots. He was a champ and only cried for a bit. I was nervous, and to make the situation more heartbreaking than knowing he was about to get stabbed in the leg three times with a needle was that he was happy as a clam. He was smiling, cheerful and oblivious to the pain that was heading his way.

Shot one. He didn't flinch. Shot two and three however hurt him. I didn't actually see it, as I had Chris block my view, but I saw my little guys face go from happy-go-lucky to shock then horrified, then in pain and he finally ended mad. We snuggled him, and tried to calm him which didn't really work. Naturally we can give him all the love in the world but the only thing that stopped him from crying was a nip off the old bottle.

I'll tell you this: I'm never, ever doing shots without Chris.

You Know You're A New Mom When...

....you go to bed at 8:30. Nighty-night!

Hayden Life Is In Mortal Danger!

I almost ate him today. He was so cute I almost lost it! He was giving me this adorable smile, I almost took a big ol' bite out of him. Then, he did this funny face where is looks down which makes his cheeks pudgy and he pushes out his lips and I again almost went bizerk and took another bite out of him. If he gets any cuter I fear for him.

I'm working on getting a picture of him when he makes that silly face....

Like Father Like Son

Hayden takes after his dad - they both have tons of gas. Last night, Hayden was up from 4-6am with gas pains. Poor kid wakes up and squirms around, pushing as hard as he can to get out a fart. It's hard for him - he can't get them out! Unfortunately it is formula that causes the gas that's difficult to process and expel. I just feel so bad for the little guy when this happens.