My first blog post!

So I've decided to start  blog because A. I had a baby and feel the need to tell the world about every burp, fart, cough, smile, noise he makes and  B.  I decided I didn't ever want to be the girl on Facebook who uploads her status to "My baby just went number 2 in the potty!!!" (I've even had a friend who uploaded a picture of the turd in the toilet--can you say defriended) And JUST in case I ever turn into that person I would rather do it on my blog where people aren't forced to read about it. C. I'm up in the wee hours of the night and don't have many friends to play "Words with Friends" with that late! (Props to Amber)  If you don't know what "Word with Friends" is then you really don't get out much. (Sorry mom-I'm guessing you are the only one that falls into that category as I taught dad last weekend!)

So anywhoo today is Sunday.  Hans has a cold so this has prevented him all weekend from helping me change diapers, feed, hold, and anything else to do with Nolan as he's afraid Nolan will catch his cold.  I understand how Nolan could catch the cold if Hans was snuggling him or kissing him but not sure why the cold prevents Hans from changing poop diapers... I'm pretty sure both Nolan and I already have the same exact cold as Hans anyway.  It's just the "woman" and "baby" version of the cold which as you all know is a lot less dramatic than a "man" cold.

Nolan just turned 2 months last Thursday and has just started REAL smiling.  He had been gassy smiling since the day he came out of me which was pretty entertaining but his REAL smiling is pretty fabulous to experience.  Last night when I got up for Nolan's 2 am feeding I picked up his crying shaking little body and put him on the changing table.  As I was changing him he started smiling at me.  As I was half sleeping and didn't think he was old enough to be smiling yet I kind of glared back at him thinking it was gas and there was more coming and continued changing his diaper.  But to my surprise when I was done changing him the little booger was smiling again...I happily freaked out and started giggling which in turn caused him to smile more and also unfortunately made him awake for the rest of the night/morning.  I know most parents complain about getting no sleep, as do I, but secretly I love it. I'm now used to getting up every 2 to 3 hours and when he sleeps longer I start to miss him... and then start to worry something is wrong with him.. that in turn leads me going into his room to check (shake him a tad) to see if he's breathing... which scares the crap out of him and  in turn wakes him up.  Nolan calls! (without me having to do any shaking)

signing off, jg