I love being a mother. I think one of the best times in a child’s life is when they are babies. The only thing I don’t like about it is shot time. I’ve been trying to get either one of the kids or John to come with me on Tuesday when I take Chub-Chub (Christopher’s pet name for Jonathan) to get his 2 month shots. I know I’m going to end up crying like a bitch as usual. They don’t want to come with me because they don’t want to see him cry as well. So, I’m the bad guy once again.

Jonathan has been the little socialite lately. He’s even starting to giggle. He cracks me up. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a baby afraid of his own farts. It’s mostly when he makes those loud exploding ones. His nose and eyebrows starts to turn beet red then all hell breaks loose. He’s even starting to scoot a little when he’s on his tummy. I crack up because he doesn’t go in a straight line, or even close to it, he goes in circles. Even in his crib when he sleeps at night. I can put him down with his head on one side and when I go to check on him a few hours later or for a feeding his head winds up on the opposite side. And yes JT, he still has red hair although it’s more like a copper color now.

I gotta run for now … the master is calling me … laters!