I had a request to write a blog of my experiences as a new mother. There are so many to choose from, but then would they be as entertaining to you as they are to me? I mean, she's my baby, everything she does is awesome to me. Should I tell you about the first day she was home and shit in Mountain Man's hand while I was trying to take a picture of her butt? Or how lifting her legs is like a lever for the shit shoot? Seriously, an arch of shit with the shhhhhhh sound and everything. She's shit, pissed, thrown up, and slobbered all over us and I realized, babies are fucking gross. But when its your own child, its just cute...yeah, I'm one of those moms.
Something else I find entertaining, you can always tell a breast fed baby, she snaps like a turtle at anything that comes near her mouth. I recently stopped breast feeding her with school coming up. I miss it already...(sappy, I know, hormones...) I also miss the cleavage, but most of all, I forgot, before drying up, that I had plans to give Mountain Man a pearl necklace. Fair is fair right?
Anyhow, I apologize for being gone so long. Its been a little difficult getting back on track. But in return for your forgiveness, I'll leave you with a cute baby picture...(yep, one of those moms).
Something else I find entertaining, you can always tell a breast fed baby, she snaps like a turtle at anything that comes near her mouth. I recently stopped breast feeding her with school coming up. I miss it already...(sappy, I know, hormones...) I also miss the cleavage, but most of all, I forgot, before drying up, that I had plans to give Mountain Man a pearl necklace. Fair is fair right?
Anyhow, I apologize for being gone so long. Its been a little difficult getting back on track. But in return for your forgiveness, I'll leave you with a cute baby picture...(yep, one of those moms).
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