Introducing Mr Poboy

This is my son-
Cute huh?
He was born November of 2010- twenty some odd hours of labor and he was born via c-section. 9lbs 13oz. Big boy!
He is now two months old and his father and I are enjoying every second of every day with him. Bwhahahahahaha! I couldn't even type that with a straight face. I love my son, and I love my husband, but at times each of them have made me want to tear my hair out! This is a chronicle of making it through each day alive, sane, and intact. Welcome to our world, I hope I don't bore you to death.

Today has been a good day. We went to Baby Group with a friend and her son who is two weeks older than Poboy. Its such a nice time, we get out of the house and I get to talk to other Grown-Ups. While at BG today a music instructor came in, and she started playing the recorder, it was so strange, all the babies were babbling or fussing until she started playing. Two minutes in, they were all silent and staring toward the sound. It was like the Pied Piper had come into the room! Eerie, very eerie. My little man slept through most of the music lesson, though he did wake up to get a diaper change and then spit up all over me. Fun times. I do not like the spit up, but it is apparently one of the joys of motherhood, so...


Tomorrow is a Daddy-Poboy day, as I have to work. I love my job, but I miss the bajeezuz out of my little boy while I am gone. I am learning slowly but surely how to switch back to grownup conversations about things that are not poopy diapers and breastmilk. Which by the way I can talk for hours about! Anyone want to discuss breastfeeding? No? No-one? Ok, fine. Hows about we dissect the contents of my son's diaper! Also no? Well then I guess I got nothin'!

On that note I will leave you with one last picture. Good Night!