The Unadventures of Tracie

His kissable cheeks (I kiss them hundreds of times a day.) His laugh His cuddly nature When he sucks on my big toe (It makes me laugh.) The way he claps his hands His bedhead hair The way he "talks" with me The way he breathes fast and wheezes slightly when he's excited His smiles: his "Cabbage Patch" smile, his "I love Mom" smile, his "Yay boobies" smile, his "I love food" smile (when I give him something he likes), his "I'm so cute" smile The way he gets all excited when it's time to nurse The way he jumps up and down when he's happy (and holding on to something or in his jumper) The way he quietly whines when he's tired (It sounds like this: ehhh...ehhhh....ehhh) His feet (I love kissing them and biting his toes...maybe that's why he bites mine) The way he overlaps his leg over me when I'm nursing  The way he plays with his toys Also, I'm doing a poll whether or not to cut Mor...

Austin left me 4 1/2 minutes worth of messages on my phone. (13 separate ones.) Reminds me when we were dating, we used to do that for fun. See how many messages we could leave. Sorry for not answering, hon. I never heard my phone ringing. I have no idea how that happened. Morgan loves my cell phone. It's like his Holy Grail. I MUST have that phone. I will leap over tall buildings, crawl over my mom, reach with all my might, risk falling off a bed...until I make it mine! Muhahahahhahah. We have an old cell phone he can play with, and he likes that phone. But mine is the one he covets most. He most wants it when I'm talking on it. Even if I'm not holding it up to my ear and I put it on speaker. He's a funny baby. Morgan also loves remotes and taking DVDs off the shelves. I now have entered the phase known as "my baby destroys my stuff." He got one of my Lois & Clark DVDs out of the case while I was making dinner and rubbed it across the tile floor. Yep...

There's not a whole lot of pictures of Morgan and me. There's a few reasons for this: one, it's usually just me and Morgan at home, two, I hate the way I look right now, and three, I'm not usually wearing clothes. I'm going to start trying to get more pictures of me and Moby.

Why do you enjoy being a mom? Let me know. I'd like to know. And when, pray tell, is it supposed to "get better"? Sincerely, A person slowly going insane P.S. I feel like something is fundamentally wrong with me.

So I've been a mom for two whole months now. Eight weeks ago I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy...and my entire life changed forever. I can definitely say it hasn't been easy. It's the most challenging thing I've ever done. Sometimes it's so difficult I wonder if it was a such a good idea. Do I love being a mom? Not entirely. Not yet. But I think I eventually will. Once I start sleeping on a more regular basis and I adjust to changing every single thing I do. You know the things you take for granted before you have a kid? You know, like the little things. Taking a shower, going to the bathroom, eating, sleeping, basically the every day tasks that you don't even think about before. They are all about a million times more difficult with an infant. And those are just your basic living tasks. That doesn't take into account cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping, working, exercising, getting dressed and ready, or having a social life. (Not to mention having ju...

Morgan Danger Being a new mom is difficult and time consuming. I've been meaning to write this for a while now, but I've been having trouble finding the time to do so. For those that haven't heard my birth story, here it is: My last few weeks of pregnancy I'd been having Braxton-Hicks contractions on and off. My due date came and went with still no real sign of going into labor. Because things didn't go exactly as we planned with the condo we were trying to buy, Austin and I decided we needed to have a backup plan. So on Tuesday June 16th we went with Justin, our agent and brother-in-law, to look at other condos. While we were out with him, I started having contractions. Nothing regular or serious but definitely different from the Braxton-Hicks contractions. I called my mom and my doula when we got home from house hunting (which was around 8pm) to let them know I was in early labor. My mom predicted I'd have the baby by the next morning. If only. It was ar...