I am the mother of a 6 week old...wait, what?

6 weeks. I can't believe it. Pretty soon I'll be saying, "18 years. I can't believe it."

I looked at the calendar today and this week starts my last of three to be home with my kid. I am trying to soak him up before I return to work, enjoy his tiny features and toes and relish in his noisy yawn and squeaky stretches. The time is still passing so quickly, despite savoring the moments.

Jackson is definitely smiling in response to our smiles and I don't care how many times in a row or in a day he chooses to give us his toothless grin it might as well be the first glorious time...every...single...time. Yes, it's that fantastic.

Jackson continues to sleep well in his own room and we are up about three times after 11 pm for feeding. He is an early riser, around 5:30 am or so, and has a hard time being convinced to go back to sleep in his crib, but he's perfectly content to go back to sleep for a couple of hours if you hold him. This makes it incredibly difficult for the parent to crawl back into bed, which, at 6 am is really the only place I want to be. The good thing is when I return to work I won't need to set my alarm clock. Jackson is all over it.

Robbie and I will take Jackson to OKC this coming weekend for proper introductions to the rest of his family. We are excited about this visit and are even planning on stealing away an evening so we can go see the latest Harry Potter movie and possibly grab a bite to eat...sans Jackson. There has been only two times Robbie and I have been alone since having Jackson. The first was for the two hours he went to the nursery while we were in the hospital...and we were sleeping, and the second was a doctor's appointment for me a couple of weeks post-delivery. This was when I was crying every two minutes. I think after 16 years of togetherness without a kid we are itching to have one evening to ourselves with uninterrupted time to focus on each other and talk about how cute we think Jackson is and how we hope he's having fun with Nana and Grumpa and what time approximately we will return to my parents house so we can calculate the exact time we get to see our precious child again. Yeah, a night out will be great.

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Anonymous said…
Don't change your mind about leaving him with us, I think Grumpa has big plans!
9:06 PM
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