Gideon Scooting

A little dark, but exciting anyway.

Just a Bit of Silliness Really....

Baby Prodigy

My son is a prodigy.

The end.

Ok, not really. But I swear he is. Ok, maybe not, but I think he is. Seriously.

He's 5 months and one week old. How did that happen? Seriously, how? He's huge! We've yet to have his next well baby visit since his 2 month visit. After moving, I have been waiting for the insurance to go through, then finding a good doctor is a challenge. BUT, I have both things now (!!!!) so visit will be happening soon(ish).

Here is why he is a prodigy:
At 5 months he is:
- laughing (ok this is 5 month old stock)
- babbling like crazy
- enjoying tummy time like a champ
- while on tummy time gets up on his hands and knees- at the same time
- says "mama" (although probably doesn't know what he's saying)

I can't even tell you the rest.

So maybe YOU don't think he's a prodigy, but he totally is.

Seriously.

The Joys of Parenting

As mentioned before, we are trying (mostly not though) to put our dear boy in his crib. My main motivation is so that D and I can have some much needed alone time. I say alone time, and what I mean is "sexy time". I'm not afraid to say it, I miss having sex with my husband. It wasn't always good (totally not his fault), but once it got good, it was GOOD. And now I could probably count the amount of times we've had sex, since we got the OK, on one hand. How sad is that?!

Needless to say, we have both been feeling the effects of the bottled up hormones. Mostly I have been feeling them because D likes to grope me in his sleep, while I am cuddling our little G. And as much as I want to return the favor promptly, there's something very wrong with having sex with your baby in the bed next to you. Brings a whole new meaning to the term "family bed".

Last night was one of the glorious nights that we were able to put Gideon down in his crib for a little bit. At that point it was screw foreplay, let's get on with the main event. So things were going great, and then we hear movement, and a little sigh. So then it becomes get it done, oh dear God get it done fast!

And we did....

It may not have been magical, but it was worth it.

Then I slept the rest of the night topless, in my pants commando, because I had to hurry and feed the boy.

Ah, the life of a mother.... and father.