A couple of days ago we went to my parent's house to hang out and chill.
Lately, I've been learning mommy things. All the love and gushy gooey wonderful feelings that preceded, accompanied and are following the birth of my boho baby boy didn't teach me about the joys of projectile milk vomit, or all the textures of newborn poop. They didn't quite prepare me for the hormone swings that blow almost everything out of proportion to the point where I would burst into tears when I spilled my recently 1 oz. of pumped boob milk, or the massive unrealistic expectations I had put on myself.
This new chapter in our journey has been fabulous, hard, wonderful, exhausting, triumphantly satisfying and defeatingly overwhelming at times.
I would say I'm sorry for not writing in so long, but, I've been falling in love with my son, recovering from an unexpectedly hard labor and learning a brand new way of living with my man and our little dude.
I'm working on a series of small blog posts called "Little Pushes" that are stories from our labor and birth experience. Funny stories, crazy stories and out right RIDICULOUS stories to make you smile and journal in a fun way the thoughts on my baby journey.
Today was my first day with Sam back to work. It was pretty fun! Káel and I had our morning routine of listening and dancing to Regina Spektor's "80's Anthem" song and even went to go have lunch with Sam.
We are crazy about our boy. Sam, as of this moment is talking to Káel about one day having armpit hair... *endearingly rolling my eyes* ...boys... my boys.