Thanksgiving and my loving husband

I just realized that I don't have a single photo of Jack in his Thanksgiving bibs. I will have to rectify that soon by recreating some shots. OH NO! I'm falsifying my son's first Thanksgiving. In all honesty, we were having too much fun feeding him new foods. Now, before anyone says "oh it's fine he won't remember." I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT. THE FACT IS, I WILL REMEMBER IT AND THAT IS WHAT IS IMPORTANT! After all, this is MY blog about MY life with some cute pictures of the baby. At the moment, my life and therefore my blog revolve around the baby. Ultimately though, this is about me. And I am lying to my anxiety ridden brain that recreating these moments will be okay for me to do. It's important for my few readers to remember that I worked very, very, VERY hard to get Jack and I feel guilty for every moment and milestone that I don't document. NOT FOR HIM. FOR ME. I want to remember these moments and as the time rapidly FLIES by, I find myself forgetting the little things.

Reminder to self: dump and burn Jack's 4-6 month videos as he's about to start crawling and it's important to have the space to record those first wobbly knee moments.

This weekend has been long. At the same time too fast. I have three papers due on Wednesday. One of which is a 2,000 word research paper that I just started. I can't write more because I need light and for some reason the lights being on after Jack is asleep gives him the right to wake up and demand playtime.

(I have to make sure I yell at Todd and that it's in print (because I just told him that this blog isn't about him). STOP READING OVER MY SHOULDER! I get all anxious and can't write coherent sentences. If you continue to mock me, I WILL post the video of you dancing on YouTube; you know the one, from B305 and you're all cute and wiggly...Take that stinky-mcstinker-pants!)

Jack's bedtime routine has been somewhat of a battle lately. He'll either go down super easy and wake up at 5AM because he didn't get enough food in him before he zonked or he'll take FOREVER to go down and sleep until Todd freaks out and pokes him with a stick to ensure he (Jack) is still breathing. Poor Todd.

I must admit that our concerned parent roles are reversed from what we thought we'd be like. Todd's the one that gets up in the middle of the night. He actually hears the baby. Whereas I'm the one actually next to the wall that separates ours and the baby's room. Jack is literally a foot away from me and Todd hears him before I do. It's insane.

I've said it a million times, but Todd is the best husband ever. Even though he has no involvement in the actual feeding of the baby, he gets up with Jack and will change him and bring him to me. Todd is the one that responds and rocks the baby to sleep in the middle of the night. He really is an awesome daddy and husband. I may want to kill him 20 times a day, but then I stop and realize that I married him for a reason and that reason includes his many flaws. This week's favorites include (but are certainly not limited to): looking into the diaper bag and not finding the pacifier bag because it's in one pocket over, always (this is every week) forgetting to put pants back on the baby after a diaper change, NOT PUTTING A NEW TRASH BAG IN THE CAN. However, I can list his good qualities too (beyond the ones already listed): offering to be Santa at the MOMs Club Christmas Party, going out on Black Friday to indulge my "we have to have our own Thanksgiving so we get sufficient leftovers but I change my mind and decide to make chicken cutlets which render no leftovers because we eat them all night" need, agreeing to dress in silly coordinating sweaters for the Christmas photos and endlessly putting up with my insanity. I love you, Bear!

How did this blog end up being about Todd...damn you and your paranoia. Go play CoD and get out of my bubble :P