Can I have this dance?

So I went dancing tonight...it's been awhile, and I was very excited. I wore my love's black socks, my really comfy pj pants, and an over sized t-shirt. My date was patiently waiting for me in his jumperoo in the living room. I had the best time...=o) It was just me and my little bubs dancing to the sounds of the season's music station. I remember babysitting years ago, and watching two little boys dancing, one with each parent. The lite at night was on and the lights were dimmed. I just sat there watching and thinking to myself that one day I'll do that...and here I am....it took my breath away for a second, thinking about all that's different, but I came back and just enjoyed every minute of it. This wasn't the first time we've danced, and it certainly won't be the last.
It's moments like this that I thank God for my little guy.

Don't lie...you do it....

You push your stroller into an elevator...and in there is another mom...and within seconds of seeing that other person both moms have already looked at the other baby, and compared everything there is to compare to their own wonderful child...to onlookers you'd never know this has happened because it seems like it's only been 2 seconds before one of them says.." awww he/she is soooooooooooo cute...how old? Name? Current milestone,Weight at birth, weight now....etc" and it goes on...but what is REALLY going on is terminator like note taking...you can almost see the red eyes. Now I'm not saying that we lie when we say how cute another baby is, we're not, well I don't, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to see what that child is doing that mine isn't or the other way around. Furthermore, just like men exaggerate about last night's date...we tend to extend the abilities of our impressive offspring. " oh yes Frankie feeds himself...it's amazing since he's only 2 weeks old!" We all know that is complete bullsh*t...but we're not going to let the other mom know that we know, even though she really knows that we know....PHEW....I know it's exhausting. The ending goal is to prove to yourself that your kid is cute, amazing ..and right on track. Which of course he/she is....right?

There's a first time for everything...

Ok, so that really funny chick from Julie & Julia had to start somewhere right? I mean we totally have tons in common, she's a woman, so am I, she started a blog, me....umm check.......so yeah, I think I'm already headed in the right direction here. The difference, ( cause I know you must be asking yourself) instead of hearing her husband bitching in the background, I'm listening to my freaking awesome son drinking a bottle....ok well depends on your definition of "drinking". He shoves his bottle into his mouth, and then sounds of choking and coughing follow. OK so it's not that way ALL the time..but he definitely has his parents' appetite. So if you haven't already figured it out, ( and that's ok....not everyone looks at the heading AND content of the blog) this blog is basically about my life as a new mom, and then the rest of the crap, aka, the rest of life. I say it like that because once you are a mom/parent it's almost like having two lives...a really good one...and the rest of the crap...=o)

So now it's 12:11am and I'm typing this blog..to my left is a closet, to my right is my son Evan in his bouncy completely enamored with the toys hanging above him, as well as the bar that they hang off of. That's the great thing about babies, they are impressed by absolutely everything. Makes for a real self-esteem booster. For example last night my hair was a mess, and I'm wearing old ragged clothes because he had just pooped on the clothes I had on originally...he looked at me..smiled and laughed....OK so maybe he WAS laughing at me..but I'm chalking it off to amusement. In any case it made me feel like to at least one person I wasnt the scary monster from the dirty laundry closet incarnate.