Interaction & Weekly Winners 2

I’m finding talking about anything other then poop and spit up difficult these days since that’s what my life is completely consumed with. And though we’re all doing great, I’m now beginning to crave adult interaction.

I’ve become very much a homebody since leaving college: partying and the need to be out and about diminished considerably. I no longer find the urge to be out on a Friday or Saturday night, nor do I feel the ‘embrarassment’ or guilt for sitting home or heading to bed at 9pm (like last night). I guess I could be considered a loner since I’m perfectly content to sit at home reading, watching television, or sitting here instead of engaging in an activity that requires getting out of the house and talking to people.

While I was working it provided the adult interaction throughout the day to keep me sane; now I find that without regular adult conversation I talk Mike’s ear off when he finally gets home from work or I constantly try to think of someone I can all and chat with (even though I hate the phone with a passion) and though it’s really not the same, writing and reading blogs seems to satisfy that need for adult conversation most times.

I think I’m slowly forgetting how to interact with people.

Small talk has become harder and more uncomfortable and I really don’t enjoy it like I used to. Unless I’ve known the person forever or we have something in common, I begin to feel out of my element and very self conscious. I never used to be like that but it’s hard to force myself back into the outgoing and personable person I once was. Being more and more introverted over time has become the norm while breaking free and regaining an extroverted personality seems harder and harder as days pass.

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The importance of cleaning your gutters regularly. Wez got treez!

Taking it All In

This time I am all about living for now. I find myself cuddling with my infant son and wishing that this stage could last for even a moment longer. Instead of putting him down so I can have a shower or put in a load of laundry, I find myself relaxing in front of the television while cuddling for just a little longer each day.

As I kiss the top of his head and breathe in his baby smell, I am not taking for granted this stage. Not this time. There is no rush to grow up, there is no wanting him to reach and surpass each milestone - it’s just about now.

Since the day after Hudson was born, I knew I wanted more children. I was undecided at first, but after seeing his wee face and how Carter interacts with him I don’t know that I am content with the thought of being 27 years old and never being pregnant again. Never having another infant. No more children. I can’t even wrap my brain around it.

As a couple we still remain undecided about whether we can, financially, have more children so I am not take this stage for granted by any means. My house can wait to be cleaned and though I get hives when I think about the state of my garden, it doesn’t compare to the time I am sharing with my second born.

Being on the computer, my blog (and yours!), has been replaced with quite time with my child (and not so quite when Carter’s home). There is no guilt, not even a second thought. I don’t have the urge that once consumed me - to be here, to read, to contribute because I am contributing to something a little bit closer to home: a little bit more significant.

I am completely content to sit in my overstuffed armchair, pinned beneath the weight of Hudson’s tiny sleeping body, our breathing in rhythm. I am alright with being completely disheveled, un-showered and covered in spit up if it means just a moment longer.

Weekly Winners 1.0

I’m horrible at keeping up with these meme type posts, I get bored of them pretty quick or I just get lazy - I think it’s the being required to post something that turns me off of them, I dunno.

[But that's one hell of a run-on sentence, you like?]

I’m gonna give it another shot because I wanna have something ‘regular’ on this site since I gave up on Thursday Thirteen after the third go around and well, I think I’ve been blogging enough about babies that I could use a little of a topic change. (Ha! Who am I kidding?)

So Weekly Winners will be my new passion since I love to take and share photos it seems quite fitting. Maybe I’ll add a couple more weekly meme- thingies if I can keep on top of this one.

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Babies Come From Kisses

You know, two and a half weeks postpartum and I am so ready to have another. Though my pregnancy sucked this time around and Hudson was a week late, I think the biggest thing is that I’ve had no postpartum pain.

Postpartum pain sucks ass.

Mike feels a little different. He thinks he’s done. It’s more the stress and worry that gets to him the most. Watching the birth and my suffering during labour has not scarred him as much as worrying about SIDS, chocking and them getting hurt.

We’ll see how he feels in a year or two. Once he begins to forget a little.

So as Mike and I stood in the kitchen sharing a hug this morning and I gave him a kiss, he was a little bit disturbed by Carter piping up and saying: “Another Baby Hudson?”

He swiftly released his embrace and sternly stated: “No.”

Apparently they both think babies come from kisses.

Mike & Carter - October 2005

Mike & Hudson - June 2008

So peaceful and serene he almost looks porcelain.

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