Chunk

--Originally posted on December 12, 2006

It has been five months since I had my baby, and I look at him everyday and he is so different. I can see each new hair that grows on his somewhat bald head, and I am just loving every minute of seeing him become a little person. Chunk is always laughing and smiling, and wants to cuddle and be held all the time. I think it's endearing to be wanted that much.

With my daughter it felt a little different. I think that since she was my first I was more stressed out about how to raise her and make sure she had everything that she needed. I always questioned whether or not I was doing all the things that would make her a smart baby. I don't think that's the most important part of raising a little baby. This time I am just enjoying the time I have with him while he is little, hanging on by the seat of my pants and letting things roll. I like this way better, and I think little Chunk is happier for it.

I am also appreciating the fact that I hung in there with the nursing too. Now during the holidays I have an extra 1500 calories that just get burned right off. Bring on the junk food!!!

I don't know how my parents raised me and my siblings. There were five of us close together, and it didn't seem to be much trouble to them, but I can't even imagine having four children. I think three is my limit. Either my parents were completely amazing parents, or they were extraordinarily lucky, because we all turned out not having many issues in our adult lives.(I think that's saying a lot these days). I have a lot more to say on that issue, but that will wait for another day.