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1. Baby Belly Laughs. Oh. My. Swooning. Heart.

2. Baby Feet in Mouth. It must be something to be able to roll around and suck on your toes simultaneously. It appears to be pretty fun.

3. Watching his face when I give him a new food. PS…He’s a little unsure about the avacado. (see attached)…but LOVES banannas!!

4. The mimicking. And the realization that I’ve just taught my child how to stick out his tounge.
5. His little flirtatious ways. This kid loves the ladies and bats his eyes and flashes the grins at all of them to practise being the next big heartthorb.

6. How much the babe adores the dog. Tallulah gets more belly laughs then Mommy does.
7. Coffee. Buckets and buckets of it. I’ve never drank this much coffee. I understand The Starbucks obsession now.
8. Miranda Lambert CDs
9. Bonnie Togg’s. Good clothes. Good prices. Good boy selection.
10. Books. I go to bed at such a reasonable hour, I actually read my books. Not just stack them by my bedside to make me look smarter.
10. Wispy, blond, baby hair.
11. The way he smells like a combination of arrowroot cookies, (he’s never had one) newness, milk and the things dreams are made of.

12. Constant discoveries. Just this morning the sun bounced off his wall and I found him making shadow puppets in his crib. Clearly, the kid’s a genius.

13. This picture. For SO many reasons.  Snapped eaaaaarly on a Friday morning while I was on the air from our family room (Yes, I know how amazingly lucky I am to work from home. Blessed fo sho!) I love that he’s reaching for the mic and I was clearly too tired to clean up the kleenex war zone. (We both had nasty colds

14. His Daddy. Now, more than ever.

This reminds me of my Dad. And my son’s Dad.

Happy (almost) Father’s Day Daddies!!

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBJN_BA9mSs

http://www.filminfocus.com/focusfeatures/film/babies/

There will be laughing. And crying. And crazy hormonal rages telling me to have another one. Eeeeeekkkkkk!

Oh…the memories. The excitement. The fibbing to my parents  about where we were staying, partying too raucously, getting kicked out of a hotel room and sleeping in the car at the beach coming home just before curfew.

The dresses.

Sweet baby Moses in the basket and God help us all……..the dresses.

Don’t get too excited. You will not be seeing any pictures of me in my fuchsia, far too short little number complete with large bow on the arse from 1994, although, they do exist and if you went to high school with me and have any I’d suggest you keep them to yourself or I’ll be forced say bad things about your mom. And your sister.

In the name of all that is good and holy…What. Were. They. Thinking???

 http://www.uglydress.com/index.html