I haven’t written in awhile, and this post is gonna be quick with a disastrous house, and a “to-do” list a mile long as we strive to finish hardwooding our last room this weekend, and paint it.

It’s so hard to believe that Max is 4 months old already! Where has the time gone?? I thought it would be fun to reflect a bit on motherhood, and this little man named Max.

To me, Max is a smart, mischievous, and curious little man!  He loves to be outside, and watch the world (mostly his parents) move around in front of him and holding him.  He is cuddly and warm, loves to smile and communicate – whether with a smile, or a scream.  He is happiest when being held and throroughly entertained by his parents or even strangers who make funny faces and noises. He even likes it when his momma sings out of tune.  So far, twinkle twinkle little star, and 2 made up songs by his parents (1,2,3…and “why does daddy have to clap Max’s hands”) He likes to flirt, especially with baby loving older women. He’s lately developed an aversion to sitting in his car seat and chariot, much preferring to stand with mommy or daddy holding his hands. If he follows in his Grandma’s footsteps, he may just run a marathon by the time he is 5.  He travels well, and was an absolute joy to bring on an airplane.  He will spend the entire day in his carrier, happy as can be, as long as mom is moving, and he is outside.  He is stubborn and demanding, and yes, his mom is completely wrapped around his finger. I am pretty sure he knows he is boss!

To me, the last 4 months have flown by.  Maternity leave is definitely not the time off to write books, become a professional photographer, cook gourmet meals, and have a spotless house as I thought it would be.  Motherhood is a complete joy, but it comes with tremendous challenges, and I have such a new profound respect for all mommas out there!   Its overwhelming to have a human being pretty much completely dependent on you…as my sister likes to say, a little parasite.  Use to independence, and enjoying me time, to be suddenly propelled into a world where everything I do is centered on whether Max is fed, happy and with a clean diaper is a challenge – but I wouldn’t change any of it for a second..not one dirty diaper….one sleepless night….one fussy baby that can’t be calmed…one smile…one sense of pride when he learns to do something new….one extra pound…one stretch mark. Actually, its kinda hard to remember what life was like before Max!

Happy 4 months my little goober monster 🙂