I'm back

Hi!  You know how the longer you go without blogging the harder it is to get back into it because there's so much that you've neglected to say?  Well, we're there.

You see, we've been really busy around here growing and learning to smile and drink from a bottle and sleep in the crib and outgrowing half of our 0-3 month clothes at the grand old age of 7 weeks.  It's exhausting.

There has also been a lot of playoff watching.  Between the Red Wings and the Capitals and daddy's Orlando Magic, there has been hardly a dull evening around here and thus no time to play around on the computer.
We've also been overrun with visitors.  Uncle Mike came to visit, and then Joe's sister was here, and this week Joe's dad is in town, and really I haven't had any time to sit and play on the computer.  And when I do I'm much more into catching up on emails and reading all of your blogs because how do I start to explain how my little chipmunk is growing up way too fast already?  Who has time to rush and grab the camera when the baby is smiling with his entire body as I tickle his tummy and boop his nose?  I don't think to run to the computer when he finally (finally!) learns to drink from a bottle and gulps loudly while looking at me with the most astonished eyes as the same milk he loves comes not from mama but some weird plastic nipple.  And when my big boy sleeps 4 whole hours in his crib without waking up screaming that I'm not there my first thought is to call my mom and marvel over how mature he is rather than try to remember my blogger login.

I should, however, be updating more because things are going by so quickly and I'm never going to remember everything we do.  Like my brother showing up in a striped golf shirt and me immediately sorting through Colin's clothes (boy has so many outfits) to find the one that matches and make them pose for photos together.  

And can we seriously discuss that this boy is wearing 3-6 month onesies?  Gerber just makes super small clothes, right? And some of the other brands too?  Because I swear my boy isn't actually that huge.  

His two month (two month!) appointment is on Monday and I'm dying to know how much he weighs.  As close as I can figure from holding him with me on the scale he's somewhere between 10 and 11 pounds.  Did I tell you that our neighbors had a daughter exactly two weeks before Colin was born?  And we ran into them the other day and she is so so tiny and way smaller than Colin?  

Oh, and I should mention that I jumped on the bandwagon and bought the 30 day Shred dvd and Jillian totally kicked my flabby out of shape ass yesterday.  As soon as Colin shows promise of sleeping more than 20 minutes today I'm going to try it again.

Oh!  And it's been like 90 degrees here half the week and Colin has decided it's fun to nurse every 2 hours again.   Growth spurt?  Thirsty from the ungodly heat?  Any ideas?  I haven't even been pumping because there just isn't enough to make it worth my while by the time the boy is done nursing.  I know he's getting enough when he eats because he's satisfied when he's done, I just can't tell if he's growing and needs me to up my supply or he's just super thirsty all the time

Ah, and there he is up from his snooze.  Time to run!