Big boy...8 weeks, bumbo and oops, a little spittle.

What a big boy.  He LOVES sitting up in his Bumbo and mommy LOVES his smiles...win win.

Fresh starts

Mason and I are moving!  We got an apartment that I can afford all on my own and will be moving the beginning of November.  I'm super duper excited and can't wait.  Patience has never been my strong suit but I'm trying.

Mason's 7 weeks old now and laughed for the first time yesterday.  Of course he'd just made what we refer to as "Mason's split pee poop soup" for mommy and was probably laughing AT me instead of WITH me but I'll take it.  Cutest sound ever.

When we went to the doctor for his cold they weighed him and he's up to 10lbs 3oz!  We go for 2 month shots in a couple weeks.  Time is FLYING.

He's really strong and loves to pull on your fingers and try to pull himself up.  He holds his head up really well and his legs kick constantly.  He's started pushing up with his legs and I'm pretty sure he's going to LOVE a johnny jump up when he's big enough for one.

He's still got all of that awesome hair and his eyes are lightening up and seem to be headed towards my blue which I'm pretty excited about.

Ryan and I have filed our divorce and long story short are waiting on the Judge's approval.  Then we move on.

New apartment, divorce and a perfect baby... Life is looking up.

 

Helping mom get ready for work this morning...I guess it was hard work!

 

 

7 crazy awesome weeks

Can you believe it's been 7 weeks since this little monster made his way into the world?  It's been amazing and I wouldn't trade a second of it for anything.  Here's to you little man...adventure on!

The terrifying first cold..

Whoof it's been a long couple of weeks.  Poor little Mason got his first cold.  Unfortunately mommy got one at the same time.  I tell you what...you really wish for a second, third and maybe 10th set of arms when you're a single mom with a head cold and a sick baby!  I've never felt so helpless as when the little guy looked at me with that sad little face and practically begged me with those big blue eyes to make it feel better.  That's my job right?  Mommy the fixer.  And telling him that I can't fix it...explaining to him that I can squirt saline up his nose, suck the boogies out with that mean blue bulby thing, prop him up and run the humidifier...but I can't just make it better.  Feeling like he's blaming me for that, regardless of how unreasonable it is to feel that way....for hecks sake he's a month and a half old.  He's blissfully unaware of the human ability to place blame.  Giving him every minute I can of snuggles and doing my best to make him comfortable while his tiny little body fights off the oogies.  Second guessing everything...is he propped up enough?  Is it too much?  Is it going to hurt his neck or is he going to slip down and get burried under his blankie?  OMG I'm going to kill him by trying to keep him warm!  Rediculous crazy thoughts right?  Totally.  But the world is terrifying when you have a baby!  Some moms are super strong rock stars and some second guess EVERYTHING...I'd like to say I'm right in the middle.  Oh!  Don't forget the worry that I'm the one who got him sick.  Did I bring home some horrible germs and infect my baby?!  Bad mommy.  Bad.

Enter logic.  Mason was born at the end of summer so he's too young when fall and winter hit for any of the good drugs that mask the symptoms and help make it bearable to be sick.  His babysitter's daughter goes to school and could have come into contact with any number of oogies, or we could have found them in the grocery store, the doctor's office...who knows!  Covering him with a blankie is NOT going to kill him and he's going to let me know if he's propped in a way that makes him uncomfortable.  This is when I look in the mirror and yell GET A GRIP MOMMY.

Fast forward two weeks and we feel much better.  WE lived.  Who'd have thought.