So...what exactly is a blog?

After spending days "discovering" blogs online, I have been talked into starting one.

I just became a mom. Jack was born on May 1, 2010 and simply put, he is the center of my world.

I am also a full time student. Currently, I'm taking all online courses. This is awesome as I didn't really want to put Jack into daycare. Actually, I REALLY didn't want to subject him to the torture of being away from mommy for 3 hours twice a week. Yes, that's it. Sadly, this means that we are stuck in the house all day with little human interaction. I rely on Facebook to ensure that I get an adequate amount of social interaction with real people. This blog is either going to become a life-sucking entity that further draws me into my own personal bubble or it'll be a great outlet of my inability to "get out there" and befriend random strangers.

I feel that since I only have a limited time to enjoy my first born's baby days, I should try not to leave him with perfect strangers. I don't know if it was because it was so hard to get him here, but I know that being away from me for 6 hours every week would be the end of the world and I just couldn't fathom how I was going to be able to focus on school knowing that he was suffering all sorts of abuse (i.e having fun without mom) at the hands of his caretakers. These next few months are full of all sorts of important milestones that I was broken hearted at the mere thought of leaving my baby and letting someone else "raise him" for 6 hours a week. I realize how silly this is, but ask any new mom and I bet they have the same feelings.

Before Jack was born, my cats were the center of my world. While they've taken a backseat the last few months while Todd and I were adjusting to parenthood, they're still an important part of our family. Sure, they've been banned from the bedrooms at night and we don't have 20 minutes to play fetch with the boy cats everyday, but we still focus on taking a few minutes each day to snuggle them. Thus far, they've been pretty good about not torturing the baby. In fact, they've surprised us in their welcome of the baby by completely ignoring the fact that anything has changed. Perhaps they're in denial...there I go again, anthropomorphizing the animals.

In recent news, Jack says "AHMA" when he cries. It's the only time he says something that resembles "mama" that I jump up from whatever I'm doing to rescue him from his turtle-stuck-on-his-back existence. He's also starting to teethe. I'm just waiting for the day when those little pearly whites cut through the gums. Sadly, it will be the end of an era and will force me to recognize that my baby is doing something awful--growing up. Part of me can't wait, because it means that the unusual fussiness will go away and he will revert back to his super happy self instead of this awful "mostly" happy self. By mostly happy and fussiness I refer to the 20 or so minutes a day where he can't be tempted into a smile. Overall, I have the world's happiest baby.

Now, I need to figure out how to put pictures and videos up. And learn how to change the font and background of my new blog. I should probably be putting this much focus into my homework, but let's face it, this is way more fun!