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.