Big boy is officially one month old.
I'm torn on this whole blogging thing right now because while I want to Ron Burgundy "shout it from a mountain" all my love for this little man and show all the pictures of the most photographed baby alive, I promised myself years ago that my blog would never be a "look who had a their first family walk" type thing. I also promised myself I wouldn't wear granny panties ever but things have changed (and certain areas need more coverage right now than they used to, but I digress).
I don't want to be a mommy blogger but I'm starting to think I don't have a choice.
1. He's too adorable to not post a million pictures of.
2. I really have nothing else going on.
3. See number 1 again.
So, bottom line, I'll do a better job updating this thing now that Sam and I are in a routine and I've found out that I can successfully type on this with a human attached to my chestle region (I'm sure that breaks about a million breast feeding laws), but fair warning, things like "Oh em gee, what a big pooper we are" are about to become normal life on here. I wish I had a choice but my hands are tied by his quadruple chin and rolls that go on for days.
A few from this week.
I am officially "that mom" with "that blog".