Through the fog

Ugh.  I have such a head cold right now, I really think I might die.  Despite the fact that it felt as though I were trying to breathe through a milkshake last night, I still managed to jump out of bed, and run upstairs to cough and blow my nose in the middle of the night, lest my ginormous bark-like coughs wake my baby screaming.  Because thats what kept happening the night before last.  Holy crap, being sick is stupid.

ANYWAY, despite the plague, this week has been interesting.  We went and took some family pictures of my sister (and her husband and their bump) and they kindly took some pictures of us in return.  I think they turned out all cute'n'stuff so here are a few for your visual enjoyment:

Using my words

So I don't always post these days because I figure that the internet is already pretty darn inundated with awesome pictures of my baby due to Hippy's current crush on Tumblr.  However, I realize that people do like to look at blogs FOR THE WORDS also.  Its like reading a good book where the author is less than interesting but who you read anyway... just to see if she'll end up having a point.  Like that maybe?  Anyway, here are a couple of pictures that have already been posted on Tumblr but to which I will add my words.

I must say that I have an awesome baby.  He has an awesome temperament.  He is a champion breast feeder.  He is top of his class is BEING HUGE.  Seriously, my sweet friends Callie and Brian came over the other day with their gorgeous 9 month old and she was the same size as our 4 month old.  For those who suck at math, that is a 5 month difference.  I had to count that out on my fingers... but now that I have... I'm pretty sure that you'll agree that that is a pretty big difference as far as baby growth progress is concerned.  He isn't just a blob though- hes really strong.  I wouldn't be surprised if he is one of those babies who is running around the house at 9 months old.  

Also, I'm already starting to forge his age-related documents so that he can participate in the Olympic games at the ripe old age of 4 yrs old.  But don't tell.

 (On a different note, I love that Fodie is obsessed with Jones.)

(Thats my nostril!)

The only other thought that I have to add to the internets is that I love being a mom.  The other day, someone made the comment on my facebook page: "Motherhood has really tamed you."  I'm sure that she was just being cute or WHATEVER... but I was instantly offended.  But then I remembered that its totally true.  I started being a kinder, more gentle person when I got married to a kind, gentle man.  Then we had a baby, and I realized that being totally openly in love was just fine with me.  No need to play coy and pretend like having a baby is so totally hipster.  Maybe if I buy some baby sized nerd glasses and make Fodie wear slightly feminine scarves then we'll be way too hip for the internet??  I'm a yummy mummy and I don't give a shit if people think it makes me all lame.  Besides, if I were still posting pictures of myself partying like the great vodka well was going to run dry and generally talking all sluttily online... then I'd be pretty lame.  I'm 30 years old next year.  Learning internet responsibility is something that any adult has to figure out at some point because 1) internet pictures come back to haunt you and 2) things you post on the internet will be seen by creepers and your parents alike.  And really, these are lessons that I want to teach my kid early on.  "Now Fodie, I just retweeted your tweet about YOLO-ing so that everyone can see what a douchbag you are.  Come on son, you can do better than this..."

I'm 100% certain that if Mr. Rogers were still alive, he'd have a special episode on this very topic.  TRUTH.

Anyway, hugs and kisses.  I need to go blow some big ol' raspberries on my sons fat rolls now.