So baby Steve is almost 4 months old. As in 120 days and nights as a baby. I am kinda bowled over. I am still semi-stuck in the bathroom a year ago, holding that pregnancy test kit and silently hi-fiving myself. Yup, awesome-cool – 2 pink lines. Must not run or drink alcohol or gulp down vulgar amounts of coffee anymore. Yaaay! Free license to eat for two. Hi-five again!
And now he’s here – double chin, baby breath and all. And he’s practicing the flipping on his tummy part like nobody’s business. One minute he’s lying down on his back, staring at the ceiling, and I am checking a certain social networking site and “liking’ someone’s ‘insightful’ status message, and the next moment he’s on his tummy dangerously close to the edge of the bed. I couldn’t even finish typing in a witty comment on that status! I am going to give this a 3.5 on the Parenthood Richter scale. Not too much of an issue, if someone’s on the guard.
Ryan is bored of the cartoons which is a 9.5 on the scale. That was the ONLY way we could shovel food into his mouth. Well of course, we only allow him to watch the educational stuff. Not Barney or anything. Only Baby Einstein and the likes. And no I NEVER bribe him with chocolate if he agrees to swallow that last spoon and a half of rice. Of course, we feed him organic stuff…duh! Grown in my backyard and fed out of BPA free plastic…shucks..as if I would otherwise.
What kind of mother do you think I am?
Now let me go on and put up that witty comment on that productive social networking site I like to spend some ‘quality’ time on.