Because I can't help myself

And because these dance moves from this boy of mine crack me up every. single. time.

A girl will always need her mama

You know how when you're little and you're sick and your mom is pulling the all nighter with you, her cool hands on your hot skin, her gentle touch that makes everything all right. And then you grow up. Now you're the mom holding your baby to your chest, kissing away the tears. But just because we're all grown up doesn't mean we don't still need our own mom.
The past couple days have been a little rough. It's never easy for me to watch my baby in pain and not feeling good. I get stressed out and burnt out. So much so that I was wishing our family was closer to give us a little break. Dave even had a dream my mom came up to help with Caleb because he was up so much last night, in the dream she drove straight up and we went on a date. Ha. It's kind of ridiculous but I admit-from about 4-6 am when Caleb was awake as all get out I was wishing my mom was here. He always falls asleep in her arms.

Little did I know...My mom is kissing away the tears and holding my hand again. I'm all grown up but I still need my mom and am so happy she surprised us and is on her way up here!

Really. Truly. I am so blessed. Moms are the best.

De Ja Vu

What is it about birthday and colds for our little guy? First on Caleb's birthday and now on Dave's.
Today Caleb's day went a little like this... playing in cozy PJ's all morning because it was cold outside. Sneezing, sniffling, and somehow not letting any of that keep him down. Eating and drinking lots of liquids. Taking a short morning nap unfortunately since it was hard to breathe with all those sniffles. Missing out on playgroup with friends so no one else catches this cold. Missing Dad at lunch time. He had a work lunch in. Taking our daily walk to get some fresh air. More playing. Taking another short nap. Still can't figure out the breathing with a Bink in. Continuing the nap with mom to help get more rest for our sick guy. So happy for Dad to come home and play. Enjoying dinner as always. And getting cozy in bed with Vick's vapor rub, humidifier, and some saline nasal spray. All the works for our baby boy. Despite the cold the appetite is still going as strong as ever. This boy is not one to refuse a plate of food.

Days like today make me thankful that it's nothing more than the sniffles and that I can be home to cuddle and wipe away all the snot- and there was a lot of it. Life as a mother. Not so glamorous. But so worth every cuddle and every smile.

Happy Birthday to my Hubs!

I am so blessed to have such a wonderful man in my life. Dave, you are an amazing husband and father and I couldn't be happier spending my life with you. Happy Birthday!! (27 Years old...getting up there :)

A Good Weekend

Always leaves me wishing for more...Why does Monday come so soon?
We enjoyed being home this weekend soaking up the sunshine.

Huge dimply grin at the sight of Dad coming near.
Peek-a-Boo

Little Chub Chub on those legs still :)

Happy as can be at our favorite Italian Restaurant in Gilroy, doing an early celebrating of Dave's Birthday

I love warm Fall weather. It makes me feel like Summer hasn't left us completely yet. It was such a nice weekend. Bike riding, window shopping, and celebrating an early birthday for Dave at our favorite Italian restaurant in Gilroy. This was our second time ever taking Caleb to a nice place alone just the three of us; we tend reserve nice dinners out for date nights without baby in tow, with good reason.

And here are my reasons...

A. Why spend money on a nice dinner when it obviously can't be that nice with baby throwing food to the ground usually accompanied by grunts and shrieks.

B. A dinner out always involves more than just dinner. Diaper change, clothes change, and packing for the above=tired mama and dad!

C. Surprises. And I don't mean good ones.

Hence why we've done the dinner out to a nice restaurant a grand total of two times in Caleb's life. We're only brave when family takes us out and are there to assist with baby.

With all that being said shall I mention our surprise of the night?

Dave got an early birthday surprise...and the only 'good' of the surprise was that Caleb waited till the end of our dinner to give it to him. I'm sure this isn't a hard one to figure out. I'll give you three words. Red. Face. Grunting.

Yep. You guessed right. Caleb pooped a mother of all loads, red face and all, and to our embarrassment it smelled up our entire table and trailed us as we left the restaurant (I can honestly say I'm pretty sure it was the worst one yet) how sorry I felt for those behind us getting the tail wind of it.

But that's not all my friend, that's not all. Dave kindly volunteered himself to change that smelly poo diaper and got more than he bargained for because it ended up all over his hand. Ew.

To conclude. We probably won't be taking Caleb alone with us, out to dinner, for a very long time.

Thank You. Surprises.

Watch Out World

This pictures makes me fear for the future. Teenage driver headed our way in 15 years...I'll kindly bid my time until that day.

Long gone

are those days of being this flexible. How are kids so flexible? Seriously. And those toes must have been pretty tasty.