I am NOT a faithful blogger. I was in college and I sincerely enjoyed it, but somehow I have less time on my hands now than when I was an overloaded undergrad...or the implications of squandering my time were somewhat less dire than they are now, when an actual person depends on me doing my job!
Liam is sleeping in this morning. I rose before him, showered, made my coffee, did a few useful sort of tasks before plopping down here at the computer to ignore the fact that there is SO much more that I should be doing. Good news is: we closed on our house on Monday!!! Bad news: we are not positive when we can move in, making the whole situation seem less like reality. What does hit hard is the state of mess and semi-packed disorganization that our house is in that makes my head scream. It is very frustrating not knowing how long it will have to be like this...how quickly to pack things, which items should be left where they are for now and which it would be best to sort and pack. I'm whining. I honestly am so grateful that our house is really ours now, I just can't wait until it feels like it!

Moving on. I have been told not to get too comfortable with this whole mothering business yet, because apparently my son is not normal. He is such an incredibly easy baby and is most likely going to make any normal babies in my future look like monsters. I don't know why we were so blessed...sometimes I like to think that it just seems easy because of my natural angelic, maternal gifts. Ha...we'll see about that when my human child comes along. Ok, he's not perfect and it is certainly not because of anything Dan and I have done in our expert parenting...he's just a happy boy who loves to sleep at night. And take well-timed naps. Not sure what else to ask for in a baby...?!
I told Dan the other day that I think the multiple breast infections, surgery, and difficult recovery period are the price that we had to pay to have an on-time, quickly delivered, happy, easy baby. Except that Liam is the one who actually had to go through the surgery...hm. I hope it doesn't sound like I am bragging, because I am really not trying to and I know that it isn't because of our prowess at parenting, we were just blessed. It's obviously not the easiest thing in the world...there are the normal mothering struggles, I'm just very often struck with how easy it really is compared with how it could be. I have turned into the most paranoid person I could imagine (and my imagination is vivid) because I just feel often like I don't deserve him.
Maybe I am just deliriously ecstatic still to be his Mama...
Maybe he'll hit those terrible twos with a vengeance.

(well, he is finally carolling his sweet morning greetings to me, must be off...ok, so he is fussing a bit...I didn't say he was a baby angel....did I...?)