2 Months: What's going on?

Bo is 11 weeks old! I can't believe I've been a mother for almost 3 months. I know people always say "It goes by so fast!" but I don't think you can appreciate how short a day is until you are a mother. Here are few milestone Bo hit this month:

• Sleeping 4-6 hours straight. I don't think you can appreciate how long that is until you are a mother.
  
• Talking back and smiling a BUNCH. If you get his attention and start talking he'll eventually say "cooooo, goooo, oooooohhhh". It's so cute! I'm enjoying it because I know in about 12 years it won't be nearly as cute when he talks back.
• Taking a bottle. We struggled with this at first, but now he's a champ. In fact, he got so good at it he decided that boobs were just too much work. I was really sad at first when he spit out my boob and screamed bloody murder, but I guess I knew this day was coming. I'm going back to work this week and I've not been successful at pumping, so he was going to go on formula any way. I enjoyed the time we got to share together while I breastfed, but I'm not really going to miss the sore nipples, or hiding out in my car because he got hungry while I was out somewhere. So this milestone is bitter sweet for me.
  
• Starting daycare. He spent one day at Ms. Tammy's house so I could get some work done at school. He slept most of the time, but Ms. Tammy and Nanny (her mom) fell in love with him, which is really easy to do. :)

That's it for this month. I'll leave you with this thought:
I saw a diaper ad that depicted a mother watching her baby sleep. The tag line read: "He eats. He sleeps. He poops. And it's amazing." It's so true. My baby only has a handful of talents at this point, most of which involve a bodily fluid. And he's amazing.

"Coo"

This is Bowman's Flossie (grandmother) writing this blog. My beautiful daughter, her husband, and Bowman are here at my home for a week. When they got here on Saturday I couldn't wait to get my hands on Bowman, after all it had been two weeks since I saw him last. The boy is like a drug. Once you get your hands on him and inhale that sweet baby smell, you are hooked. I just didn't want to put him down and I must be honest... it is hard to put him down at night and I can't wait to get my hands on him first thing in the morning. Well, he had me hooked from second one, but he really has me more than addicted now. On Saturday night, while Bowman was laying in my lap, he looked at me, smiled and said GOO! (Bowman talk for Coo). Talk about taking my heart... I will never recover, no intervention is necessary, I 'm beyond hope. WARNING: Bowman is a drug and there is no recovering from his sweetness.

Famous Last Words

"All I have to do is throw a onesie on him and I'll be there!"
Famous. Last. Words.
Almost every Tuesday I meet my friend Brittany to walk and go out to eat. Since Bo was born it seems like I'm always late to meet her. But not this Tuesday. I was determined to be on time, and it was all working out. Bo had just finished his meal at Buffet a la Boob and I just needed to change his clothes and we were out the door. Or so I thought.
It started innocently enough. I took off his footie pajamas and started to change his diaper. The very second that I pulled the dirty diaper out from under his butt a stream of poop shot (literally) across the changing table. It hit the changing pad, the onesie I was planning to dress him in, the wall, my hand, and the super cute (now virtually destroyed) duck basket on the changing table. Well, that was disgusting. So as quick as I could I put a clean diaper under his butt, yanked a wipe out of the box and started cleaning off his rear end.
*DING* Round 2: I look down to see a RIVER of pee flowing next to him. Now the changing pad is useless. There is poop on one end and pee all down the middle. I look around for a place to put him and realize that my only option is the floor, so down he goes. I get him all cleaned up, put on a fresh diaper and a new, clean, onesie.
At this point I realize that if I leave all of this mess it will stain, so I put Bo in his cradle, grab everything with bodily fluids on it, and start spraying it with Shout. Once that job is done, I grab Bo and head for the car seat. On the way I realize that he feels damp. Yep, he'd peed AGAIN, soaking his whole left side! So I change him AGAIN, put him in the car seat and head out.
I was only 20 minutes late...