Tonight I've been killing time while my nails dry (again, I wash a lot of dishes so these home manicures don't last so long), watching "The Proposal" on free preview Starz (Ryan Reynolds: boiiiiiing!!), and hip-hopping around the internets. In my journeys I visited the blogs of several family members, a few friends, and then you know, random people they link to on their sidebars. It's Saturday night, I'm allowed. The oreos and milk? Also allowed. The weekends are judgement free zones at the Verbie house. In about 10 minutes when this movie is over, we're going to pack this laptop back to the bedroom and watch another movie because why shouldn't we? Movies in bed with your husband on the weekend are pretty much mandatory when you can. Last night we watched "The Fighter" with helloooo Marky Mark (hey donkey) (there are a lot of parentheses in this post) (sorry), and an almost unrecognizable Christian Bale. I guess it won tons of awards, maybe one of them was for most bad words (SORRY MOM), either way it was pretty good.
Anyway, back to the random stranger blogs. I read a few posts a mom wrote about her 10 month old baby daughter and found myself getting all misty eyed because babies man, they grow up SO FAST! We have had our fill of babies this year. Remember how I told you that all of my immediate siblings, myself included, welcomed a new baby in the past year? Yes, lots of babies. Babies everywhere! We love to reproduce apparently. As such, I'm thinking it might be a few years before any of us decides to pop out anymore so I have been clutching onto my Fatty for dear life.
Don't get me wrong. These babies, they are a lot of work. The newborn stage is not so much my strong suite. Now that he's 6.5 months old, I think we've finally found our groove. Naps are regular, nights are mostly uninterrupted, nursing is no longer my own personal hell. He laughs, he rolls incessantly, his hairs have grown back. My heart goes pitter patter for his gummy smile and drool laden kisses.
What can I say? It's love. True love.
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That kid is adorable! Hang on tight--he will grow up way too quickly!
Such a cutie!!! I am speaking your language and trying to just "enjoy it" while it lasts. smooch!
Love those rolls. Can't wait to see him this summer. He better not lose any weight or anything.
He's so dang cute!
Well, it doesn't look like he was too scarred after his experience with me.
Love those rolls! So cute! Newborns aren't my strong suite either. Some love them...but I have to wait till they're about 6 months before I'm feeling okay about things.
Holy fat kid, Batman!
And I loved The Fighter, sans bad words, of course. It was even a little crass for me, and that's sayin' somethin'. I didn't even realize it was Christian Bale in the movie until about 10 minutes in. Caarrrazy skinny crack head. Who knew? ;)
My factory is closed for a long time too, so I am enjoying my little chunk as much as possible. You really do produce such adorable babies though! OH, and now I'm craving oreos. Thanks. I have major portion control issues with those bad boys.
hey donkey - say hello to your mother for me. And now I'm craving oreos and milk. :)
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