Being a mom is getting easier. My baby now coo's and "talks" to me, and I feel somewhat validated in my role. Plus he's really cute. A smile from a fat baby is like mood medicine-- I learned in 1st year psych that if you force a smile, no matter how upset you are, the act of smiling will boost your mood. Jesse's smile is contagious, and it just plain makes me happy.
Back to immunizations.
Immunization= sore muscles, red lumps, cranky baby
= less smiles and more teary looks of betrayal from a 2 month old.
What does he know about health and well being?! I shouldn't have to feel so guilty.. :(
Anyways, he's doing alright.
Father's day is coming up-- so I hope James is getting stoked. He gets a whole new 'holiday' this year. My mom is also turning 50 tomorrow. 50. I hate to say it, but that seems very old all of a sudden. I also hope she is getting pretty excited. I know after 25 people generally don't like getting older, but man, I love birthdays. Embrace age people. It's a gift.
Speaking of age, life, and embraces, James and I are seeing a wee bit of a cracked door in the direction of Ecuador. That's funny. When I said we had to see what "doors" God would open for us, I never thought we'd just have to add a few letters to the front of that to crack the code. BUT, nothing is for sure yet, and so I'll keep it vague.
The weather here has been cool, but lovely. The vegetable garden is doing well, minus the bush beans. They are sucking. Also, our zucchini hasn't come up, which might be a blessing considering I don't really like zucchini. Everything else looks hopeful, and I even have a nice pile of mixed lettuce rinsing in the sink for tonight's din. That sounds really nice, fresh lettuce. The reality is, that's all we will have to eat tonight, unless I get off this couch and buy groceries. There's my hint. I'm out.
