Since I get off work at 6pm and have to drive through what is often an hour and a half of traffic, I usually get home after my son has gone to bed. I feel guilty about this, and I don’t like that it happens, but I’ve grown accustomed to it over the last year—so accustomed, in fact, that I’ve sort of come to expect it.

So, when I got home tonight, it was an unexpected surprise to find him still awake. This rare privilege caught me off guard, and being rather grumpy after an hour and a half of driving, I wished he was already in bed, leaving me to enjoy my dinner and quiet time to myself. But, nevertheless, I left Liz to her dinner and I got him ready for bed and then sat down with him to read, as is our custom before bedtime.

That’s when the magic began! And I’m writing about it now so that I myself do not forget it.

I realized as I read to him that, for that brief moment in time, everything for me seems to stand still, and nothing in the world matters except him. Work is gone. All projects I’m involved in dissolve. No one else is more important to me in that moment than him. He grins and laughs and chatters his baby-talk all through that time because he loves his daddy, and it’s the rare time that he gets to see me during the day.

Unfortunately, the time is all too short, and while I resented it at first because I wanted to be selfish and have “me time,” it’s a breath of fresh air and better for my sanity than any time to myself could ever be. Now, I’m looking forward to that time of day, hoping that I can knock off work just a few minutes earlier to beat the traffic home in time to read with Sean again. It’s becoming my favorite time of the day, my downtime.

Each day is something new, something different. He laughs out loud now. It’s the sweetest sound in the world to me. It makes my heart ache, I love him so much that it’s hard to imagine ever having another one… how can you possibly share this love? To not have a favorite? Sure if you ask any parent they will say that they don’t have a favorite, but part of me feels they are lieing… surely they must be? Or is this love… it must be just like God’s love for all of us. Loving each person so much that it almost feels like your heart is just going to burst. To know that you would die protecting them…

Got off topic there. It’s a rambling day I suppose. Anyways… Sean has rolled over from back to tummy, and tummy to back. Both on different days. We were at work when he rolled over onto his tummy. He was reaching for his bear blankey, rolled over got it and acted as if it was no big deal. I am thankful that I was able to see that. It’s nice being able to bring him into work with me everyday.

The rolling from tummy to back happened yesterday, sadly I missed seeing that. I was sitting on the floor next to him, turned my head a moment to tell Ashley to hush and looked back down at him and he was on his back, spit-up all over his face, grinning up at me.

Oh, I took his three month cradle club portraits today. They are of course up for you to look at as well. Feel free to vote for your favorite full length shot… I am worse then our customers as I can’t seem to choose which one I want to put in the end of the year panel.

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10 pounds 13 ounces, 22.5 inches, and 39 Head Circumference.

We took daddy to Taco Mac for lunch so he could drink beer. Daddy likes to taste different beers. Mommy says I can’t have any beer until I am 21 years old.

After lunch mommy took me shopping again. When we can home we made daddy a cake. I spent time with daddy at work while mommy cooked dinner. After dinner we gave daddy his birthday present. He said thank you and that he liked it very much. Mommy says it is polite to say thank you.

Tomorrow they are taking me to grandma and grandpa’s house while they go see “Spamalot”.

Pictures will be uploaded in a few days of our fun.
Thank you for reading my first blog.

Love,

Sean

There is sadly no system down yet, no routine in motion. Each time I think I have one in motion… it falls apart. That is all my fault I am afraid… letting the lack of good sleep drag me down and trying my best to stay in bed till 10ish when Sean wakes up again to eat. While I know I should be rejoicing in Sean’s schedual of 11pm, 3am, 6 am, 10am, and be happy it’s not every hour or two hours that he wants me up to feed him… but I find myself really dragging in the morning and my brain refuses to function like it once did. I don’t see how people are able to hop back to work… I can’t get myself showered and dressed till noon.. is it going to be possable to do all that and get Sean ready so I can be at work at 8:30am. I feel like a slumpy bum! Does everyone feel this overwhelmed? Does everyone else forget why they walked into the other room… what the heck am I doing… why did God trust us with this little bundle to take care of…. and when do I get that third arm to go with my super mommy hearing every little sound he makes in the middle of the night powers?!? I mean I know I don’t need the eyes in the back of the head powers till he starts moving, but the third arm I could really use now!
Anyways, Sean is doing wonderful. He’s still being a very good baby; I have no complaints there at all. He still cries very little which is something I am really thankful for. When he does cry, it’s usually for a good reason. Hopefully though he’ll get over the crying when naked bit soon though. (He does like baths now since he can now sit in the warm water… sponge baths he still hates) I don’t want him screaming the entire time during the Elbows and Toes shoot that we are planing to have done when he’s two months old.

Well my brain is not surprisingly shot right now… as I seem to have forgotten half about what I sat down to write about. Perhaps I shall sit down again later once I remember and add another post… that is if I remember to do just that.