shots...

Got 'em yesterday...

...don't like nothin' about 'em!

it happens...

I gave Zoey a bath this morning and we got out the door early so I could make it to a Weight Watchers meeting. I weighed in, sat down, and was feeling pretty good about myself. Then I realized I hadn't checked Zoey's diaper before I rushed out the door.

I checked. We left. I sped home. Bath #2. Back. Legs. Hair. Carseat.

Zoey's asleep. Clothes are in garbage or wash. Car seat straps are soaking in Biz.

It happens.

poor baby...

I looked in the mirror this morning and saw this:

and realized why I sometimes get this:

which can lead to this:

and this:

and this:

and sometimes even this:

Poor baby!

I suppose I more often need to do this:

so I can see more of this:

well-meaning advice...

I was talking to my cute little sister yesterday, who is expecting her first baby in December, about the LAME things people say to you when you are pregnant. Things such as, "Are you sure you want to be a mom?" or "Oh, honey, you think you're tired now!" or "Just you wait! They'll puke and poop everywhere!" or "Having a baby is the worst decision I ever made," or "Seriously, this is not what I signed up for," or "Well, get used to never sleeping again," or "I hope you're not going to nurse - you'll never be your own person again."

What do you say in response to that? "Oh, you are probably right: I really don't think I want to be a mother - what the %@** was I thinking?"

Melissa, what all those mothers should be telling you is this: You will fall in love with your baby every time she looks up at you and smiles. You will cry yourself to sleep out of gratitude for this little person in your life. You will laugh yourself silly when she poops five times in a row - and your cute husband is changing the diapers that evening. You will find it not only possible but often times necessary to put her needs before your own. You will cherish the mornings when she wakes up happy and wants only you. You will awe her tiny toes and fingers, especially when she wraps them around yours. You will smile to yourself when well-wishers tell you she is beautiful because you know she really is. You will love motherhood.

My only complaint about motherhood is that it didn't happen to me sooner - and, actually, I'm over that one, too.

a baby changes everything...

Since Zoey has been born, our neighbors have gone out of their way to talk to us at every opportunity, the rude bagger at the grocery store is now filled with "Aahh, Zoey!" in a high-pitched voice, and anti-blogging me has finally succumbed to peer pressure. After spending over an hour last night attempting to send pictures of Zoey's blessing to family and friends, and still not being able to get them to some family members with smaller email accounts, I decided enough was enough. Why was I so anti-blog, you may ask? Simply because I couldn't understand why anyone would be interested in what I had to share, but it turns out some of my family members want lots of pictures of this little lovie. I cannot say that I blame them.

My mother made this blessing dress for Zoey out of my wedding dress and it turned out even more beautiful than I had imagined.