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Month Two & Going Back To Work

Posted by August 16, 2012

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Yes, we’re practically at month three, but better late than never, right?  Right!

It’s already hard to think about what our life was like prior to the arrival of you, Easton.  I know we thoroughly enjoyed our downtime, but even if I had that time back again today, I’m not quite sure how I would handle it.  You’ve become such a part of our lives and routines; fitting so snug into everything we do.

We’ve been traveling more with you these days, but you haven’t been the biggest fan of the car.  You’re good for a solid hour and then you just want out, which is understandable.  But you’re your normal self once out of the car seat.  Though honestly, you’re a bit nosey; often looking in other people’s shopping carts and well, all over the place.  (yeah, we secretly love it)

Life with you has been … relatively easy.  Gasp!  Sure, there are the frustrating times and a couple sleepless nights, but overall, you’ve been honest to god easy.  I probably just jinx’d everything though.  It’s funny — before you born, everyone would try to scare the crap out of us as if having a baby was this horrible, horrible experience.  I guess it’s just human nature to do so, or at least in my crazy Italian family.  It’s a shame that we’re like this as a society; if we go through something horrible then we expect the next person to do the same.  But no one ever really told us about how wonderful it is, either.  I was just telling mama (BOOBS!) that I’m going to try my best to resist falling into the stereotypical OMG BABY HORRIBLE! DEATH! NIGHTMARE! stories when talking to other people.  And instead, I’m going to try to focus on the good and the bad experiences we’ve had.

Cue the “JUST WAIT UNTIL EASTON STARTS CRAWLING”comments, which actually have already started.

You’ve recently discovered you have hands.  Oh my god, hands! And we think you’ve begun to notice your feet, too, but have yet to really do anything with them (aka trying to put them in your mouth).  It’s the cutest thing when you’re waving your hands in front of yourself and you catch them in your line of site.  You’ll pause, drop an eye-brow and your expression just says, “WHAT ARE THESE MAGNIFICENT THINGS!”

Soon enough,  I’ll have to start yelling at you for doing things with your hands like picking your nose and touching your peter.

But with the invention of your hands, you’ve started to play with small toys, mainly to put them directly in your mouth.  You have this weird wire-y ball thing that you go nuts over.  Your eyes light up and you immediately grab the thing.

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Today was a rather sad day.  Your mother went back to work.  She did well though, probably because you did so well with me.  We kept with your routines and I made sure to get you plenty of playtime to avoid any form of fussiness.  And we sent mama (BOOBS!) text message after text message and picture after picture to keep her updated.  There was one time when you were in your swing and I said to you, “Mama is coming home!” and you absolutely glowed as if you knew what I was talking about.  My heart absolutely melted.

 

It’s a weird thing we are going through, Easton.  We’re going against the norm with me staying with you during the day.  I’m sure there are many out there who are waiting for this to backfire on us, but I have a funny feeling we’re going to be just fine.  Your mother and me are a bit of a different breed and we are both madly in love with you.  We will have our days where we will both breakdown crying and missing your mother, but we’ll pull through together, for sure. We’re doing this because it’s what makes the most sense for our family.

Happy two months, errr, happy two months and three weeks, Easton.