In keeping with my 'baby feet obsession' tradition the above photo was taken of both our sons on July 15, 2005, when they were 17 months old and 4 weeks old respectively. It can also be seen at our Flickr account.
"It has been said that when you choose to become a mother, the decision to have a child is the decision to forever have your heart walk outside of your body." Author Unknown
This weekend our youngest son turned a month old. Wasn't it just yesterday that I was typing this entry about our oldest son?
It amazes me to compare the two. They're alike in so many ways (facial expressions, temperament, the youngest's hair turning red at about the same time the oldest's did, etc.). Yet at the very same time, they are also so different (body size and weight, amount of hair, youngest looks just like his daddy where the oldest looks just like me, etc.). How can the same two people mix the same genetics and end up with such completely different little beings?
It's really hard to write about non-mommy things here these days and for that I do apologize, but well...my life is consumed with being nothing-but at the moment... I know that one day soon that will begin to slowly change as life finds more of a routine (and sleep) again. Starting in the next few weeks when I can finally make an appointment to get my hair cut and colored once more and actually look like "me" for the first time since last fall. And maybe when I look like me , I'll actually start to feel like me. But until that happens you'll just have to deal with the fact that topics like size-comparison by diaper brand, how to effectively remove spit-up from a new outfit out in public with nothing but a baby wipe, and "Balmex or Butt Paste - choosing the current crème du jour" well, those are what currently occupy my sleep-deprived brain.
And I wouldn't have it any other way!
To close, just a quick PSA and apology. It's only taken me two days to get this entry together...and you should see my inbox right now (currently with
198 201 messages)... By all means, fire away with the e-mails as I love reading them and getting the 'adult conversation' when time permits. Just please allow for turn-around time. Lots and lots of turn-around time. I have good intentions on writing back I swear (and I'm sorry if you're still waiting to hear back from me), but unless you are the owner of one of these sets of cute little baby toes (or are the male owner of this fine derrière), unfortunately you don't get first-come, first-serve priority for the next few weeks. Please continue to hold...