Don't tell his daddy, but A and I spent the bulk of the morning hours watching Project Runway. I was weeks behind and afraid if I didn't catch up on my favorite guilty pleasure soon, I'd never get to it. Since A was content and happy to lay in my lap and snooze, and since it's a Saturday (Saturdays = okay to be in sweats at noon drinking Diet Dew and catching up on Project Runway), I indulged. What did I learn? When designing rock and roll, go big, or you will indeed go home. Referring to oneself in the third person (Suede?) gets old around episode 2- avoid. Throwing snarky glances at Ms. Nina Garcia, queen of snarky glances herself, won't win you any fans (Kenley, enough already). Anyway, I think A liked his first taste of Project Runway. When he did open his adorable little steel blue eyes, he glanced toward the screen, then back at me, and I could almost hear him saying "mom....did that lady REALLY just try to pass a floral blouse off as hip hop gear? Puhleeeease!"
I spend a lot of time these days (seriously- like, hours) staring at A and thinking how absolutely amazing it is to be his MOMMY. I'm someone's MOM. I'm still wrapping my head around the "Anderson's mom" monicker- I heard the pediatrician refer to me as such and it took a minute to realize who the heck she was talking about. Me! I just feel so very fortunate to share in this little man's life with J, and even more fortunate to be in the wonderful position to spend my days with him. Our schedule is up to A. If he's awake, we play, we stroll, we swing, we chat. If he's sleepy, we cuddle. If he's screaming like he's on fire, we watch the cats run for cover and try to figure out what he's needing before the screeching turns desperate (which happens increasingly quickly these days- showing shades of mommy's temper, are we, A?) And every day, I feel better able to understand, to begin to know instinctively what he needs or wants. I'm not into the baby books that try to tell us to adhere to a schedule, that caution not to spoil or insist that if he's not in his crib by day 3, we'll awaken 13 years from now with a middle schooler wedged between us in bed. He's two weeks old. He was thrust out of his cozy little home into the big bright world against his will such a short time ago, and if he wants to nap cuddled against our chests, he's owed that comfort if you ask me. He won't be tiny and cuddly for long, I'm warned by the other moms, so we're just going to eat up every snuggly moment we can for now. Have I mentioned how heart-meltingly adorable it is to watch J snuggle his "Monkey"? He gets home from work, calms the dog, and dashes upstairs to steal him away from me. And in those moments when I at long last could enjoy a shower or clean the kitchen or do one of the other hundred things I didn't get done all day long.....I'm much more content to sit beside them and take in the cozy cuteness of J and his clone catching up at the end of a long day. Sigh. Tell me, what could possibly be better than that?
A's stirring, time's up! OH- his photos are up on the photographer's website:
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