I got to see my cousin this weekend and we talked briefly about how we used to judge parents for some of the stuff we do now. Read the rest of this entry…

I used to not have a clue what “buyers remorse” was until just recently. Read the rest of this entry…

Milo had his six month well baby visit on Friday. Daddy was actually able to make it home in time to come with us! This is nice because this is the only visit he’s came with us to aside from the two we had the first week Milo was born.

Well, just as I expected he’s perfect. Perfect was the exact words Dr. Hooten spat out about Milo several times over our visit. This visit was different though. Mercer and I decided to NOT wait two years for vaccines like we were originally going to. This day Milo would be getting his DT&P shot. I was really nervous about this. I had tears in my eyes and my heart was beating so hard nearly the entire visit. Who wants to see their baby in pain? Not I! He got the shot and did a two second squeal and that was it. Not a tear shed, not even a frowny little lip like he does sometimes. I shed a tear and my kid didn’t! I was beyond proud of him at that point. The nurse said that he was one of the best she had seen take a shot in 25 years of her nursing experience. That made me smile.

He weighed 17.6lbs.

He’s 26.5 in. long

And his dome is huge. The exact measurement is escaping me at this moment but I KNOW it’s in the 98th percentile! That’s burned into my brain.

I feel like, all of this sudden within the past week he’s just getting old and huge and I don’t like it… Every time I look at him I realize that he is starting to look like a little boy and that “this is what he’s gonna look like” No more baby! =( He’s so damn cute it captivates me every second I stare at him. Especially when he’s sleeping! I really have just not got tired of his cuteness. It’s like every time I’m almost maybe slightly adjusted to it, ‘BAM’ it’s like I get a serious punch to the face with his cuteness.

To sum it up: I absolutely am head-over-heels-adoringly, in lovewith my child.

Being a Mom (His Mom) is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.

xoxo

P.S.  I should also add that I thought Milo was sick going into this appt. And the doctor pretty much told me I’m wacko…Oh Lord. Im that Mom. Taking the kid to the emergency room for a hang nail…

How?

How did Mercer and I get so lucky with this little guy….

He’s such a good little boy.