Do you know what is totally annoying to me? When I read blogs and every other post is an explanation for why they haven’t blogged in a while. (Don’t feel bad if you guessed something else you were probably right too.)
No excuses here. I’ll just catch you up…
About seven weeks ago I did this…
So, right after I did that I was holding this…
And nine months before that I did this…
Kidding! I’m not going to post those pictures on the internet. Not that there are pictures. But I am shopping around for a deal on the video. Oh, I think I’ve shared too much.
You know you scrolled down looking for it.
I am now 100%, head-over-heals, in squishy baby love.
His name is Hamlin. He’s perfect and peaceful and I love the way his breastmilk poop smells.
From what I hear, that part I mentioned about the poop makes me a weirdo. Well, that’s just one of the things that makes me a weirdo.
I am now a mother to three very small humans.
That’s a lot of people to be responsible for. Even though three is only one more that two it feels like ten more- especially when The Pilot is at work.
You already know I’m weird. So on the off-chance that you didn’t already think I’m insane, you should keep reading.
When I was pregnant with Hamlin The Pilot and I decided that Hamlin would be our last child. But now he’s here and I’m reminded how blissful it is to be head-over-heals in squishy baby love. And well, I want to be in squishy baby love again. And maybe again and again and again.
Meanwhile The Pilot keeps asking me if I’ve found a vasectomy doctor in town. Again and again and again.
Please don’t call the men in white coats to come get me. I am a mother and my children need me.
All THREE of them.