OK, just some things....
I can't believe how much I love motherhood.
Forget the ARMY, motherhood is the toughest job you could ever love.
I could just watch the squink grow every minute of every day...
We are going through another rough patch, sleep-wise.
He has allergies (we had a lot of rain here this year) and I think he might be getting a cold. He is coughing quite a bit... but he continues to smile through all this, those special smiles that babies can give as their precious present to the world, that give people hope that all will be well.
I can't believe how much he is growing... and his personality is great. I think I will be able to really have a great relationship with my son (teen years excluded I am sure) on many levels. I look forward to his adult years when he will have an old lady mom and he is not embarrassed about her anymore when I can sit with him and discuss things like the book his grandmother wrote, the influence of my family on the state we live in, the role his father played in shaping who he is... all sort of deep esoteric thoughts that make being a thinking human so magnificent. Of course, seeing as he is barely 15 weeks old I have a ways to wait and joy's and turmoil's to go through before that can happen.
I am excited about being a mom today, there is so much promise in what he can contribute to the world. My only wish is that he lets me share in his curiosity of life, that he embraces my eccentricities as fun ways to live life with out caring too much about "appearances" things like; it being OK to wear a clown nose when you drive a car around town, you know it is making someone other than yourself smile (I only do this when a clown nose comes in to my life, which has been twice in the last five years).