I'm kind of missing my old life. Don't flame me. I love my life, my boy, and my man...but sometimes I want to be free. I want to be a young, carefree, college girl tearing it up with my girls on the weekend. Oh hell, weeknights too. Playing mommy is tiring and sometimes a night out would be fun. I miss my girlies and our good times. I miss no responsibilities.
Now life revolves around diaper duty and booby patrol.
The only time I can get in on the dance floor is with my little man. He's a fab dancer, by the way. Yesterday I put him in the Jumparoo for the first time...he went crazy. The concept of using his legs to bounce up and down hasn't quite got him yet, but I saw some definite smiles creeping up there. I can't wait to see him bouncing up a storm in that thing. He's a mover and a shaker for sure, just like his mommy, so I know he's going to love it.
Oh, speaking of diaper duty, my cousin had her beautiful baby boy yesterday...on my dad's birthday! He was a big boy - 8lbs 8oz, 20in long - what else is new? All our boys are huge at birth. We grow 'em big in my family. None smaller than 8lbs 5oz (I do believe) and usually much bigger than that. Anyway, now Little Rocker has not one but TWO
little cousins. He better realize the role model that he's going to have to be. He already has so many cousins, and I'm really happy that most of them are just his age. The oldest is 6 (I think) and the youngest is 2 days. Wow.
I can't wait to meet you Baby C! Just tell your mommy to invite RJ, Little Rocker and me over. We're dying to see your new little face.
That's all for now. I'm beat. Actually, I think I'll go eat some dessert. What a nice way to enjoy my "me" time. :-)