Sleep, sleep, sleep

Me: I love you.

Baby: Eyyeyuvyooo.

Me: Are you my baby?

Baby: Ya.

Me: Am I your favorite mommy?

Baby: Ya.

Me: You just want a cookie, don't you?

Baby: Ya.

Me: That's ok. I love you anyway.

With Valentine's Day approaching, I can't help but feel all mushy and gushy about all the things I absolutely (and sickeningly) love in my life. So if you are up for some serious sappiness, read ahead.

Having a baby is overwhelming (see the first 10 blog entries). But it is the best decision we have ever made as a couple. Baby fills all the tiny nooks and crannies, all the ups and downs, all the highs, the lows, the joys, the upsets, and everything else in between. He is my laughter after a shitty day at work, the squeals of delight when I pick him up from daycare, the foot tap to a Saturday morning dance-a-thon, and really, the most amazing little boy. When it's just the two of us reading a book at night, all cuddly, and jammies and softness, I literally can't hold him enough, or kiss him enough, or tell him I love him enough. It's pure goo.

I also would be totally and without a doubt, lost, broke, miserable, and without a weekly meal plan if not for my husband. He is the peanut butter to my jam, the bacon to my eggs, the guitar to my (air) drums, and my silly partner in crime (albeit, my very responsible, level-headed, organized partner in crime-Hey, someone has to book the get-away car, right? and make sure it has oil in it).

And finally, how would I even survive without my total and utter devotion, love, and overall unnatural addiction to my family and friends?? (I often have a flare for the dramatics when I get all sappy) God, I get teary just thinking of the amount of support I have and the amazing network I rely on that help me either directly or indirectly with Baby. If I could give you all a giant Hershey Kiss, I would. Instead, take this entry as a giant love you and thank you, even if I don't say it enough to your lovely faces.

So this Valentine's day, don't get caught up in complaining about this "entirely manufactured and commercialized" holiday (ya, ya, we get it). Instead, think of everyone in your life that fills your heart to the point that you think it might burst. And then give them a big smooch.