93 becoming mom

Shoes: Simply Vera Wang {Kohls}, Jeans: UO, Top: Gap, Poncho: c/o Koo De Ker

These past three weeks have been amazing and exhausting. Completely absorbed in delicious babyness - the cuddles, the loud grunts and high-pitched coos, the every hour or two feedings, the quiet awake time, the endless diapers, that fuzzy head, the way he listens so intently to Lisa Kelly and Myleene Klass, his naked bum and perfect triangle mouth. Most days my clothes smell of either milk, spit-up or pee. Or on really productive days - all three. I've become both a lightning fast diaper pro and his bodily functions' personal cheerleader, and if I manage to shower before Tys gets home, he exclaims "Woah! look at YOU!" Yes. I know. If I really feel like blowing his socks off, I have dinner made too. But I try not to get TOO carried away. That's happened ... mmm ... once. 

It's a balancing act, this mommy thing is. I bow down to all of you miracle workers who have more than one. And you single mamas - double bows for you. I'm pretty sure the only reason I'm able to function on a relatively normal level is because of Tys. Somehow he knew how important "me time" was, even before I did. And he makes sure I take it while he gets his baby time. Whether that's a nap on the weekends in a quiet room all to myself, long nightly showers or a girls night out at the Cheesecake Factory. 

Thank you my love, for not allowing me to become Momenstein. Fatherhood looks good on you handsome man.