1. I think my baby might be the cutest baby on the planet. Yes, I am biased. But look at this sweet little face. Eeehhhrrrrmyyygoooodddnesss...Could you just eat him up with a spoon or what?
2. On Monday night, while at a baby shower for a couple in our small group, at one of my favorite Mexican restaurants in town, the aforementioned cutest baby in the world proceeded to refuse to allow me to enjoy the event. By spitting up all down the front of me. Shirt? Check. Pants? Check. At least it didn't go in my hair (because let me tell you from firsthand experience, that's pretty disgusting). He then started screaming in a most restaurant-inappropriate manner, forcing me to leave early. But, hey, at least we made it through the cake. And the presents. I guess I can't complain too much.
3. As a side note, I ventured to the baby shower mentioned above without the little man's diaper bag. Unintentionally, of course. It was a very scary thing indeed. Something which I will (hopefully) never do again.
4. I am pretty freakin' pumped about the return of college football this weekend. Football season signifies one thing to me: fall. Therefore, I embrace it just as much as I do my pumpkin scented candles, leave adorned wreaths and caramel lattes. Bring on the tailgating, yummy chips and dips, and Saturday mornings with ESPN's Gameday. I'm ready.
5. My knees are disgusting. They are all bruised up and gross looking. This is partly because I am a total klutz and am constantly knocking my knees and elbows into things. And partly because having a baby tends to turn one's body into a human shield of sorts. I find myself bumping into things more often while trying to protect my son when carting him around. Case in point: putting the baby carrier into the car. Those things are heavy. With a capital, 'H'. To avoid plopping my son into the base, which sits in the middle of the second row of seats in my SUV, I find myself pressing my knees and shins up against the running boards of the car for stability as I lean in and attempt to gently lower his carrier into the base. More often than not, this results in ugly green and blue bruises down the front of my legs. Sigh. Just one more reason to look forward to cooler weather - long pants and boots. Then no one need see the ugly bruises marring my gams.
6. I posted my fall wishlist earlier in the week. And ever since then, I can't stop thinking about these boots. I love the color. And think I really truly need them.
8. In a complete 180 from the debacle that is Miley Cyrus, yesterday I found myself in salty tears after reading this sweet Mama's blog. I followed a link to it from Megan over at Mackey Madness. My heart just broke for her after reading about the loss of her third - yes, third - sweet baby. This woman is such a wonderful example of a strong Christian woman who is relying on faith, and faith alone, to get her through an unbelievably challenging time in her life. I truly cannot imagine the pain she and her sweet family must be suffering through right now. It's just awful. Her testimony is one that is touching more hearts than she will ever know. Mine included.
9. In other news from this week, the Duchess of Cambridge stepped out for some grocery shopping sporting a sleek physique, and no hint of the 'mummy tummy' she left the hospital with. And news outlets around the world pounced. The poor woman can't catch a break. She was touted as a hero by women everywhere for leaving the hospital, and proudly displaying her post-baby belly in the process. Just 5 short weeks later, she's being berated for showing off what many consider an 'unrealistic bounce-back after baby' that puts undue pressure on other mothers. What? Since when was it a crime to be back to fighting form 5 weeks after having a baby? The Duchess has always had an athletic, slender figure, so why would we expect anything else from her? She didn't gain a lot of weight in her pregnancy, so it probably wasn't that hard for her to lose it afterwards. Just as I disagree with mamas being shamed for having trouble shedding the baby pounds, I disagree with shaming those that don't. I speak from experience here. I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight within 4 weeks after having Caleb. I've actually struggled to keep my weight up, as having a newborn and exclusively breastfeeding has taken a large toll on my body. He is 13 weeks now, and I am currently 8 pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight, and trying to gain a few pounds, as none of my clothing looks right on me now. I've been told that I don't look well, that my derriere is too small, and that my ribs are sticking out. And those comments don't feel good. So, I know mine may not be a popular perspective, but for heaven's sake: let's just all leave each other alone. As moms, we have enough to worry about already. No judgment here, Kate. Do your mama thing.
10. I think I'm addicted to my son's giggle. Hearing it puts me in the best mood ever. And as soon as it ends, I want to hear it again. I tickle him mercilessly, just trying to elicit the precious chuckle. I have tried in vain to get it on video so that I could share it with all of you. And I will continue to try. Because, until you've heard that sound, you haven't known true joy. Love. Him. So. Much.
Hope you all have a lovely weekend!