Tummy time!

Tummy time is a love/hate relationship for Logan. He loves being on his tummy...but oh how he hates that he can't see everything.

Hence, the frustrated talkative-ness.

personal P.S.A.

Between the hours of 6pm and 9 am...I AM NOT PLAYING FARMVILLE ON FACEBOOK. That is my oh-so-embarassing husband who is thoroughly addicted. However, refusing to get his own Facebook account because "it's SO STUPID," he has to use MINE in order to feed his addiction.

I promise all of you, especially my fellow mothers, I do not spend ALL evening neglecting my child...that is, in fact, done by his daddy lol. No, he's not too bad...I'm not completely embarassed by said addiction until he starts bragging about it at Christmas brunch...in front of his entire extended family.

Hands off, ladies. He's all mine. Jealous.

a missed opportunity

Well, my mostly awesome child that I was shamefully bragging about in the previous post outdid himself last night and slept like a champ. Yes, he went down for the night from about 9:30pm-5am...AH-MAZING, right? Well, at 5am, after a quick diaper change and a feeding, he's back out until 9:15 this morning...even better. Maybe he isn't out to get my sanity by stealing my sleep every night!

But wait,

What night does he choose to perform this miracle? The one night I had to close at Buca this week...and didn't get to sleep until 2am myself. So guess who only got to enjoy about 7 of these wonderful 12 hours (oh, and subtract the 30 minutes for the 5am break)? Yours truly.

And now he lays in his swing, slowly succumbing to his morning nap...and as I finish my cereal, I fight my daily inner struggle of which I crave more: a nap or a shower...because yes, I must choose one or the other :/ boo. There's also a kitchen that I'm pretty sure is breeding new species, and a few phone calls that need to be made...but realistically, those aren't even registering on my radar today.

The kiddo sleeps, so I am off!

I caved...

I gave into jealousy. Seems like everyone I know has their own blog these days, and I've decided that I want one too! Even if I am the only one who ever reads it, it will be nice to feel like I am talking to another adult for a few minutes each day (a technological adult, I suppose).

So here goes...

If you would have told me 5 years ago that at the age of 23 I would consider: a shower, blowdrying my hair, and packing up a baby for a trip to the grocery store -- a very eventful day...you might have been received with a laugh. And yet, such simple tasks these days take, literally, everything out of me. It's quite the accomplishment to actually get those groceries into the fridge and cupboards before anything melts or goes bad.

But I try my hardest not to complain because in the scheme of things, I have one awesome kid. Don't get me wrong, he has his days, sometimes his weeks...but overall, things could definitely be worse. He only cries when something's really wrong --which these days consists of hunger, a dirty diaper, some gas that got stuck, or some pesky bottom teeth trying to pry their way out. So long as we keep those nuisances at bay, we have one happy baby.

And that's my life these days...

If you would have told me 5 years ago that I would be perfectly content being a (mostly) stay-at-home mom with a squirmy 3 month old baby and a husband that is my life and will, for certain, be the death of me...I would have most certainly laughed at you. And yet, here I am...more content and complete than I have ever been before. Go figure.

In case we don't personally know each other, let me give you a quick background on how we came to be 3.

After graduating high school out in California, I moved up to the great winter tundra that is Minnesota to go to college and be closer to family. About a year later, while attending a concert at the State Fair, I met my future husband Jake. Within a week, I knew this would be the case, it was only a matter of when. When, was September 20, 2008. And a mere 4 months later, we found out that we had a little one on the way. A boy...Logan Thomas came into our lives, 4 days fashionably late out of spite for his mother, on Friday, October 9, 2009. And Logan makes 3...