Well, it's official. I'm a stay-at-home mom. At least for now. I just can't justify leaving Sam with someone else for 40 hrs + per week, and as he develops I know it'll get easier to write from home. Right now it's hard to find time to shower.
Yesterday was the first time he really smiled at me, recognized me. He did it to Matt too. My friends said this "recognition" would come around 3 months, but, well, Sammy's advanced....Ha. I love moms who say that. I'm not sure if he's advanced, but he sure is demanding.
We have "family time" every night, with Sam between us on our bed. We talk about our days, and let Sam tell us what he can. Matt stays up with him every night during the witching hours, 10-midnight, and I take over in the wee hours (when he falls right back to sleep). My average sleep each night is about 5 hours, and never consecutively. But I love holding him in the dark, when the house is quiet and he's warm and sleeping against me. A better feeling doesn't exist.
Matt and I joined checking accounts over the weekend. This was a huge step for two very independent people, but we're a unit now; we know this, we love this, and we share everything. Matt was holding Sam the other night and said, "Jill, we created this boy...look at him, he's the perfect combination of us." He is. His Brooks features are beginning to surface (appetite!) and every day is a blossoming adventure.
Right now, I have no appetite, and I'm back to a size 4: hallelujah! Lucky me (lucky Matt). ; )
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