Life at 8 weeks

So I started trying to write this blog at 6 weeks, but never could manage to find the time to finish it up, so I decided to make another attempt at 8 weeks. I have a sneaking suspicion though, that this blog may not end up getting finished either, as I hear the soft rustling of my baby boy, meaning he's about due to be waking up anytime soon... but I'll give it my best shot.

Let me tell you, that my boy is nothing short than AMAZING! He is such a good baby! Since I last posted, he has been quite the busy boy! He's been to two baby showers, 3 races, 2 BBQ's, a visit to his new cousin Kylie's house, out to eat 5 times, and been on endless amounts of car trips to Babies R Us and the Super Target. He does so well when we are out and about. I think he really enjoys the stimulation and the interaction with other people, he just grins at everybody who talks to him. I swear to you that the only time this kid cries is when he is hungry or waaaayyy overtired and trying to fight his sleep, other than that, this child of mine is a dream! But... let me tell you, when he's hungry, boy does he have a set of lungs on him telling you to stop whatever your doing and feed him instantly, because he;s probably dying of starvation. (Just a little side note.. my suspicion turned out to be right, as I am now continuing this blog the following evening) Anyways, when my kid is in need of a nice strong bottle, he defiantly isn't afraid to let you know, and let me assure you that you can NOT heat up or make a bottle fast enough for my son. If you happen to get your face to close to his, during his time of utter starvation, you end up on the loosing end as he tries to devour your face with his mouth.

He has developed such a great personality already and I am in total shock at how active he is at 8 weeks old. He has now started smiling so much, in fact, it's almost non-stop these days. He is such a happy baby. I think he's on the verge of a laugh, because when he smiles now he squeals and makes this little coughing noise, like he's trying to get a laugh out. He is cooing so much whenever you talk to him, like he's trying to talk back to you. He has now developed this little thing with his eyebrows, that when you are talking to him, he raises his eyebrows at you as if he's saying, "Really? You don't say?" He makes me laugh all day. In fact, he keeps me very very busy all day. He doesn't hardly sleep at all during the day, he has gotten to the point now, where he will take one nap in the afternoon, for about an hour and that's about it. Maybe he will take a few little 15 to 20 minute cat naps if he's in his bouncer while I am taking a shower, or in his swing while I am making dinner, but other than that, he is awake most of the day. I defiantly feel like I am my son's personal clown all day long and it's so funny. He will look at me like, "Ok I'm done with this already mom, what's next?" So I am busy all day playing or interacting with him. Lord knows that I am going to be in trouble once this boy starts to crawl.

I have to say that I feel so blessed that I can be able to stay at home and watch my son grow, right before my very eyes. I have so much fun with him all day and am so surprised at how fast the days go by. We have so many little special moments, that really warm my heart. Take for example the other morning, we have really gotten into a good routine lately, and one thing he likes to do, is when Michael's alarm goes off at 6:30, Noah likes to wake up and lay in bed with me. Sometimes he falls back to sleep right away, or other times we just lay there and he smiles and coos at me, but this morning, he had fallen back to sleep. So I fell back to sleep as well. About an hour and a half later, I feel this gentle touch on my face, I open my eyes to see Noah laying there looking at me and smiling, with his little hand on my face. It was the cutest thing, and almost brought tears to my eyes.

I can tell you one thing, I have really come to the realization lately that my life is so very different. I look at where I am at this point in my life, and have really taken stock of all the wonderful things in my life. I have such a wonderful husband who is an amazing provider and father, and makes me laugh, even when I don't want to. I have a beautiful and healthy baby boy who is the light of my life and fills my day with so much joy. I wake up every morning and thank the good Lord for all the blessings that have filled my life recently. In a nutshell, I couldn't be happier.

Aside from learning how to be a mom and a wife, I am now in the process of planning my first big party at our new house. Michael and I are hosting a surprise 50th birthday party for my dad in a few weeks. Michael has been a busy bee trying to get our game room all set up and he designed the decor all by himself. I quite enjoy that I have married a handy man, because something about seeing my man covered in sweat and paint with a drill in his hand is quite a turn on. Don't get me wrong, he is defiantly more than handsome when he's in a button down collared shirt for work everyday, or when he's in his suit for a meeting, but seeing him in his shorts and work boots and all dirty, gets country girl inside me purring! Awwww I love my hubby. After Noah was born, he told me that he would help out in terms of keeping our house clean and keeping up on the laundry. I had no issue getting laundry done, but in terms of cleaning the house (like vacuuming, dusting, mopping,) I literally had no time to clean my 3500 square foot home. So my hubby, in an effort to stop me from whining about the dust accumulating on our coffee tables and the water spots on our shower doors, allowed me to hire a housekeeper. YAY! So once every two weeks, Rosa graces our home with her cleaning expertise and does an amazing job, for a mear $95.00. Life is good and my house is spotless! Did I mention how much I love my hubby?!?!

Oh... and on the mouse front... we caught 2 more in our peanut butter traps a few weeks back, but haven't seen any since, so I am hoping that we may have seen the last of those rotten little creatures. The last mouse we caught though, didn't quite bite the dust once he made his way into the self contained mouse trap, and at 3AM, while I was up feeding Noah, I could hear the little bastard knocking the trap back and forth in an effort to try to get out. At first I thought the damn coyotes that have been hanging out and howling all night in the back of our house had finally decided to break into our home in search for a turkey sandwich and a beer, but I woke Michael up and made him go investigate the noise. Again... did I say again how much I love my hubby???

Well, that's about all I have time for as of now. My little fella is ready for his bath oh... and so is Noah... LOL. Till next time... :-)