Today I'm Three Weeks Old

It is hard to believe that it has been three weeks already.  This week marked my first week home by myself with my little man.  Boy, was I anxious about it.  I just didn't think I could do it without Keith here to help me out, BUT we survived.  I must admit, Monday was a tough day when my little man didn't nap a bit.  I found myself holding him and crying and asking "What am I supposed to do with you."  Well, I guess I figured it out.  I just learned to play with him a little.  I just had no idea that a 2 week old baby "played" and didn't just sleep alllllllll day.  We tried tummy time; Kirby did not like it.  We played on the floor and read books; he was indifferent about the books, but I enjoyed them.  He really likes his swing, and he's not too keen on napping in his crib during the day; however, he sleeps in his crib at night VERY well.  We had a fabulous visit with Grandma and Grandpa, and the boys went to the Bristol race on Sunday, which left the girls to head to church, shop at Target, and grab a late lunch together.  What an awesome weekend!  Kirby LOVED loved LOVED being help by Grandma, and this little Momma loved Grandma holding Kirby early Monday am allowing me an extra hour+ of sleep.  We enjoyed a play date with our church buddies, Laura Beth and Jane; we went to another play date with our Quillen friends; we went to visit our Zak's family and the ladies at the bank; we enjoyed dinner with the Brooks' (thank you guys!!); and we ran errands to Target, Walmart, and Kroger.  We have been all over this town!!! 

Last Saturday, Keith introduced a bottle to Kirby and has assumed the role of midnight/1am feeding provider, which has been AHHHHhhhhh-mazing for me.  Last night, I went to bed a little after 11, and I did not wake again until 4 am when I heard little cries through the monitor.  I felt like a new woman this AM thanks to my fabulous father of a husband.

I feel like I'm becoming a lot more confident with myself and trusting my maternal instincts (hey, they are in there and do exist), rather than trying to be the control freak that I am and trying to schedule every move that he makes - he is 3 weeks old you know so I just need to back off and chill out and recognize that he is not something I need to schedule in my blackberry like I used to do with work!  I will admit, I had many happy moments in the first couple of weeks, but I also had many difficult moments full of worries and doubts and feelings of inadequacies.  I guess that is just part of being a mother.   I hear from my mother, that even after 31 years you have similar feelings as a mother (thanks, Mom, for your support and love).  Fortunately, I have an amazing husband who helps me work through my concerns.  Thank you, Keith, for helping me recognize that I'm doing the best I can do, and that the best I can do is the most I can ask of myself.  Every day I become more comfortable with whatever obstacle I ran across the day prior; but of course, the next day always presents a new obstacle.  I'm learning to cool my jets and take everything with stride.  BUT I must admit, it still ticks me off when it takes me three (and sometimes more) diapers for one changing as I get peed and/or pooped on.  Haha.  I just don't know if I or my wallet will ever get over that!  Ha.

So, here are a few pictures to remind you how cute I am and how much cuter I have become...you might not believe it, but I get cuter with every passing day!!!!  See ya next week.

Conversation with the stuffed giraffe.  He sings the alphabet.  He's pretty cool.

3 weeks old!!!!!

Check out my little mohawk.