Chubby cheeks

My favorite part of little G this week is his chubby cheeks. When his face is relaxed, they make such cute jowls. When he smiles, he has a little dimple that is just icing on the cake. And his little cheeks jiggle so cutely, take a look -

Me time

So my philosophy on motherhood so far is "take care of you, so you can take care of them", meaning, of course, that no one can give endlessly, you need to have something to draw from. I have found that I get really cranky a) when I'm really tired, or b) I haven't had any time to myself in awhile.

I try to have some time all my own every day, even if it's just taking a little longer in the shower. Sometimes I read, sometimes I blog. Sometimes it's really hard, especially when the little guy doesn't want to sleep, or when I have lots of housework, or when I crash cause the little guy doesn't want to sleep. It's hard right now cause I don't have any friends, parts of the house are still in conflict, and G seems to have a sixth sense that tells him when I'm not around any more.

So my gift to myself this week is time, just the knowledge that things will get easier, I will be able to have all the things I had before, and I will eventually feel like I did before my hormones exploded last year. In the meantime, I always have this:

He's cute even when he's mad and crying.

Favorite part of the week

So, there are just so many things to love about Baby G and my favorite thing about him keeps changing, so I thought I'd start posting the favorite part of the week every week. This week, wrists. Here's why:

A Day in the Life of a Mom

Being a mom is hard work. Today I was spit up on, pooped on, kicked, scratched, bitten (toothless gums can still hurt), yelled at, and head butted. Not all of these were on purpose, and it certainly wasn't the worst day I've had. I only had to change outfits once, and there wasn't any vomit today. Though nap times didn't go so smoothly, I still managed to get some unpacking done. But still, this makes bond closings seem like a cake walk.

However, though I didn't get a nap today, I did get plenty of smiles, some with dimples. I got laughs and cooing, both still pretty new. And I got the little guy asleep on my shoulder, my favorite thing. Plus I got to hold him through one of his naps cause he wasn't sleeping well on account of his congestion.

So, all in all it was a good day. And I did know before hand that being a mom is not a job for the light of heart.

(sorry, the picture that is supposed to be here didn't load, but we'll have high speed internet soon.)

And as implied above, we did close on our house. And after a few days of camping out on the floor, our stuff arrived and now we are putting everything in its place, which is actually quite fun.

Limbo

No, not the limber-testing pole, but the waiting zone. That's where we are. Well, technically, we're in a hotel, but still we don't know anything permanent. What on earth am I talking about? The house, of course. First we were going to close on Friday, then we were going to close on Monday, today. But we found out right before business closed on Friday that we couldn't do that. So now we're set to close tomorrow . . . maybe. Maybe in the afternoon, but most likely after business hours . . . or Wednesday . . . or you know, whenever. Apparently, it's not up to us, nor will anyone talk to us in a timely manner.

On the upside, (since I'm an optimist at heart), at least our stuff hasn't come yet. And we did get a call from them saying they could deliver tomorrow, but they'll be just fine delivering on Wednesday. This means we didn't have to worry about them coming early before we closed. It also means that we won't be in the house for a week without our stuff. It also means that if we had been able to close on Friday like we originally planned, we wouldn't have had our stuff until Tuesday at the earliest. So there is an upside. But I'm still not a homeowner . . . yet.

Anyway, here's the little guy in living color:

Bonus points for anyone who can tell me what's on the TV in the background.

Nicknames

So I've never really had any nicknames stick to me for any substantial period of time. People have tried, believe me -- I've even tried, but it doesn't work. However, that doesn't stop me from giving other people nicknames. Ever since G was born, I think I've only called him by his actual name half a dozen times, or so.

Here is a fairly comprehensive list of the nicknames I've called him so far:

• Little man
• Little guy
• Little boy
  
• Sweet guy
• Sweet boy
• Cute boy
• Cute head
• Sweetness
• Cuteness
• Schnukums
• Blue Eyes
• Farty McFart
• Smiley
• Smiles
• Guy Smiley
• Smiley McGee

I'm pretty sure I could come up with like 17 more, but really when you're faced with this much cuteness, what else can you do?
Forgive the picture quality, my hotel room is not the ideal photo spot.

Which brings me to an update. Our stuff is packed and on its way, but we are not going to be able to close on the house tomorrow, something about the underwriters. Really, how hard is it to write under something. Honestly, people.

I don't know how much longer I can stay in a hotel. And what is to become of our stuff if it comes early?

Little Blessings

So we have successfully moved to Texas, though not into our house yet. We still have to wait until closing day on Friday and hope that things go smoothly.

It took us 3 days of driving to make it to Dallas and I learned some things along the way:

• G is an angel. The boy slept almost the whole time and still slept at night. He was cute and sweet even though he has a cold and a pretty bad cough.
  
• Guido is a big baby. He meowed almost the whole time, even though he was mildly sedated. Cats do not move well.
• My DH is the only person I know who can take a 4 hour Sudafed dose with a full dose of Excedrine and then take a 2 hour nap.
  
• "Gusty winds may occur" somewhere, but they may not, that's all the sign said.
• "Women get drunk, too". Yes, there was actually a billboard that said this. Which is awesome because I can just imagine some woman saying, "I can drive. I'm not drunk, I'm a woman."
• Wisdom can be found in Texas, but we were too busy to follow the sign, so I guess I'll never find it.

All in all things went well, and even though I'm caring for two sick guys, and completely surrounded by males, I'm counting my blessings. Here's a picture of G in his blessing outfit.