he has a way with words

My computer won't let me download pictures right now. SO mad.
Sigh.

I'll leave you with a short story instead:

The other day I was getting Noah ready to go out and I noticed his shirt was fitting a little tight. Hmm. Oh well, it was a super cute shirt so I squeezed him into it anyways. I sat him in his bumbo so I could get my jacket on. When I came back he was looking up at me so innocently with his dark eyes and five yes, count them, five double chins. I didnt even know you could have that many!
I called Ed into the living room to ask his opinion.
Wrong decision. Lesson learned.
I said "Hun, do you think we're going to have a bigger child??"
He looked at me and laughed. "Oh no Kevyn, you don't have to worry about that! He has my body!"
Ummmm. Foot in mouth?? That's what I thought too...

yummy

Apparently our days at home just aren't exciting enough. Noah decided to spice up our afternoon by doing this...

It's a good thing he's cute. You can't see it very well in the first picture, but while I was waiting for Ed to get the shower going, the little guy decided to make matters just a tad worse and throw up all over his feet and my newly clean counter top. I was trying to hold him as far away from my body as possible, but he kept slipping all over the place in his strategically placed puke pile. Sigh. I think you're right Amanda, eventually we all embrace the puke. It's hard not to when it is your life.

Houston, we have a problem

I've done it. I'm sad about it. Don't know how to fix it.

As if I don't already have enough insecurities about being a Mother. I have raised a spoiled child.
You may ask yourself, is it possible to spoil a little baby? Well I am here to tell you, it is. and I have done it.
Congratulations to me.
I have mananged to spoil an innocent babe just shy of his 4 month birthday. I must have broken some kind of record somewhere. I'm sure the trophy would read 'World's worst first time Mother, watch out' or something to that effect.
I had plans. So many big plans about how good of a Mom I was going to be. Boy did that go down hill. Fast.
I was under the impression, you know from my vast experience as an Auntie, that raising my own kids would be... well not easy, but not nearly as hard as this has been.
How does one fail in motherhood in under 4 months?!
Furthermore, I did not in a million years ever think I would have a Colicky baby. Well it just goes to show you how unpredictable life is. Oh and I've learned my lesson, dont ever make plans for the future. You just never know how it will turn out.
This is very possibly the most depressing post of my short blogging life.
I could just scream.
Why does no one ever tell you how hard this mothering thing can actually be??
And why do I feel jealous and self-critical when I see other moms with easy babies. Or hear how much they 'just love being a mom! it's the greatest thing in the world!' Humph.
Their enthusiasm makes me want to puke. Or cry. Maybe both.
I used to believe this is what I was designed to be. A mother and a wife. Well imagine my surprise when I came to the realization that I'm not very good at either of those roles.
I have concluded that because I have never heard of anyone having as tough a time as I am having, it has to be me. Alllll me.
I'm in a real pickle here.
I never would have thought that I could fail at something that I always believed came naturally. You know, that 'maternal instinct' everyone talks about?
Well, I think I'm missing mine.
If anyone has an extra one, I would be willing to make some kind of trade.

moco...

Is the spanish word for this lovely little thing hanging so innocently out of my son's nose. So call me a copycat, but I just had to follow after Amanda's post awhile ago. Although I think you would agree that my post does not make you want to throw up nearly as much as Amanda's did.

I would also like to add that even with a little boogie on his face, he's still the cutest thing I've ever seen!

And the debut of the most precious hat in the world. A steal of a deal at old navy for just 10 bucks. Auntie Sarah wasn't a fan of it, and was embarrased to hold Noah in the mall while he was wearing it. UNTIL of course she heard some strangers say 'Awww, look at his cute little hat!' Pffftt, silly sarah. Don't you know he looks good no matter what he wears?

Oh, almost forgot to mention that, that is a 6-12 month hat. Sigh. My poor little baby. One day I hope he will grow into his head.

Noah: "So Daddy, should I wear the double chin and the chubby cheeks with this outfit?"