OH hai!

SO. I was planning to go back and "catch up" on my blogs. Every time I sit down to do it, I get busy. Apparently 5 month olds keep you on your toes. 5 MONTH OLD? Yes. My sweet, tiny, preemie, couldn't wait to get here baby is 5 months old. Closer to 6 at this point if you're counting. Or you're my mother in law. Hi, Meme, if you ever happen to read this.

We've taken several trips. We've gone to Louisiana a couple of times, Charlie had his first flight to Maine in June, and last night he had his first food... sweet potatoes. He's found his hands, his feet, my hands, my feet, Hanker's hands, Hanker's feet... you get the point. He is soooo inquisitive and amazing. He's at the age where he sees everything. He's always looking around. I love it. He's getting so interactive and giggly. OH the giggles. I never thought I'd be the kind of person who acts a total fool for their child, but here we are. With me acting like a goob to get this boy to giggle. Be still my heart.

The whirlwind nature of mine and Bob's courtship, marriage, and life has no slowed down at all. Charlie has just been folded into the mix, and we've all adjusted pretty well. Later this month will be our three year engagement-iversary. Holy crap. It barely seems like it's been a year.

I'm going to try to start blogging regularly again. But things come up. Like spit. And drool. And sweet Jesus, hopefully some teeth soon.

See you peeps around!

It's official.

Charlie and I are alone for the first time. For days. For 4 days. Holy balls.

He still has his cold, but he's sleeping better. Last night he only woke up one time! Woo hoo! I see light. It may be a nightlight at 4am, but hey, it's still a light toward the end of the tunnel. Hopefully. 

We are getting ready for our first trip away from home. It isn't until Easter, but I'm already nervous about it. It'll be just Charlie and I driving to Atlanta. Just the logistics bother me. How do I go pee? Do I take the carseat in? Take Charlie out and put him in a wrap carrier? Will he sleep the whole time? Do I wake him up to feed him where I'm comfortable stopping or when he's starts screaming? SOO MANY QUESTIONS. I know it'll be fine. I'm just anxious. Time to break out the big girl panties again. And not just because I haven't dropped all the baby weight...

And that's another thing. At what point do you buy new clothes and give up hope of fitting in pre-preg clothes? Well. That point for me was this week. I went shopping, and for the first time (maybe ever) I HATED all the clothes. Not just the fit, I hated the styles and colors. I found a few things at Loft and Old Navy. I refuse to spend a whole lot on new clothes. Eventually I fit back into my old ones. Eventually. Right?!

And now, a photo filled post...

Can I have these boobs, Mom? Typical boy... already after some boobs. And check out that head control? Super baby.

I love pissy baby pictures.

He loves his monkey. When Bob deployed, I gave him a sock monkey drenched in my perfume before he left. We named him Don Juan (DJ), and I call Charlie's monkey, Junior (as in Don Juan Junior).

He's finally able to wear newborn clothes! They finally fit!!! Yay!