Three...

Three months. For three months I have been the mother of a beautiful, funny baby boy.

Gideon turned three months old yesterday. It doesn't seem like three months could have already passed. None the less, he is progressing at an incredible rate.

Tummy time is getting better. He is now able to push himself up, and he seems very proud of himself when he does. This picture is from the first time he pushed up, but since then he is able to push himself up so his chest is all the way up.

He can sit up really well, even in his booster seat, which he sat in for the first time today! It's the little things in life that we care about.

He LOVES his seahorse. He loves high fives, and kisses from Mom and Dad. He thinks it's hysterical when he spits up all over people.

His personality is really developing, and it is amazing to see it happen before my eyes. I always knew that the love I would have for my child would be one I have never felt before, but I never knew what that would mean. I almost doesn't feel like love, it's sort of unexplainable. I am so proud of every little babble, every burp, every poop, every little milestone. It makes me so excited for what is to come.

No doctor's appointment until next month so I'm not sure how much he weighs, though I'm sure it's at least 12 pounds by now. I measured him the other day and he was 24 inches long. He's eating like a champ so I'm sure he is gaining weight like nobody's business.

I thought my milk production was diminishing a couple weeks ago. Looking at it now, I think he was beginning to eat more, and my body was having a hard time catching up. I started taking some special milk jug supplements, and drinking extra water, and like magic I started spraying everyone in the face again. Ok, not everyone, just D and Gideon, and occasionally myself.

Anyway, here's to Gideon. The big three month old boy in my life. Love you buddy boy!

Five Years and Counting

Five years ago yesterday we stood in a church and promised to love and cherish each other until we croak. Then we had a big fat party in the back yard.

At that point we planned to not have children until we had been married five years. A good solid plan. We would give ourselves time to adjust to being "us", to learn one another, to just be. A lot of things we planned for have not come to fruition, or just didn't turn out the way we thought. But this one, this one did. We made it almost to five years without an accidental pregnancy. We have moved seven times, twice state to state. We have learned how to laugh at each other, and, more importantly, ourselves.

And now, at this landmark, we are parents together. On the day Gideon was born I gave D a card to congratulate him on being a dad, and to tell him how excited and honored I am to be able to be on this journey with him. There is no one else in the world who can put up with me. And there is no one else in the world who has always kept my interest. And now, I can say that he is the only person I would ever want to call my partner in parenting. We are able to take the balance we have used in our marriage and carry it over to raising our child.

Now I'm not saying that we are the epitome of a good marriage, and the perfect parents. But, what I can say is that we are perfect for each other, and together we are learning to be just what our little boy needs.

Also, if you ever wondered if all you can eat sushi is worth the price, it TOTALLY IS! Except, we also learned that there IS such a thing as too much sushi.

P.S. Gideon is almost 3 moths old! AHHH!