Parenthood has made me an insomniac. I think it started about two weeks after conception, when I had to get up every 30 seconds to pee. Throw in nights of worrying, wonder, and heck lets face it several nights of “jesus kid stop kicking my spleen already and go to sleep!” and I had pretty much given up on sleep long before I got the epidural.

Then this wiggly little pink alien is born and then I found myself in the hospital sleeping with one eye open the entire night, because I kept waking up just to make sure he was still there! And honestly, I still check on him several times a night. One to make sure he is ok…and one to just look at him sleeping…cause a sleeping baby is probobly the most beautiful sight in the world. Or maybe just to a sleep deprived momma.

This morning I found myself lying in bed at 5 am listening to the sound of him breathing and the rain machine in his nursery, when I began to hear a strange noise. At first I couldn’t make it out, and thought that the rain machine was on the fritz. There would be a few clanging noises and then the sound of waves crashing on the shore. Then a few minutes would pass and I would hear it again. I was intrigued so I tiptoed out of bed and went to check on him in his room. My little guy has discovered his crib aquarium!! He has learned to kick the buttons with his feet to make the lights and sound start up. He would then lay there staring at the fishes and lights and when it stopped, he would simply kick it again to make it start up again. Brilliant!

Then I started to cry….cause that’s what I do….but I just can’t believe how fast he is growing! It seems like just yesterday we were staring at this little blob in the bassinett asking “what do we do with him now?” In the beginning all he did was eat and sleep. He would stare off in to space and fill up a lot of diapers.

Then I wake up one morning and he is this perfect little person. He is hard headed (which I say he gets from his daddy) and wants what he wants- when he wants it. Give him a pacifier and watch him get so ticked- you swear that it was kryptonite! He will look at you with those gorgeous blue eyes of his and flash a huge smile that pretty much melts me into a puddle of goo. He has learned to be a little flirt too- watching him giggle and smile at a little girl a few months older the other day at the park showed me that we are all in for a world of trouble when he gets older. He is going to be a charmer! (again…another daddy trait I suppose…) Oh and with those blue eyes and his daddy’s dark hair- hide your daughters!!! He is already a pretty good judge of character too- he can already spot assholes and idiots from a mile away. And let’s face it- I know a lot of 30 years olds that still don’t have that skill down!

I don’t know when it happened exactly- but we woke up one morning and suddenly he is giggling all the time and even doing full out belly laughs. I can no longer dance in my undies to a song on the radio without a 10 minute giggle fit from the kiddo. Yes…I still do that on a daily basis don’t you?

How can you not be in awe of your very existance? No matter what you have accomplished in life up to this point- you have still come a pretty damn long way. You came into this world a little alien blob…and look at you now! LOL Maybe eating with a fork, doesn’t excite you anymore but to Jackson that is a major life goal right now.

Have a great day!