Leftovers

There was a moment today when I glanced down as I was sitting at my desk and noticed splatters of sweet potato dried to my leg. I then realized they probably weren't the only "leftovers" from Corban's lunch I had on me. Sure enough, a little carrot in the hair and some drool on my shoulder. Yes. I'm Corban's mom. I know it may seem kind of "icky"... but I loved the little bit of lunch I brought to work with me. It brought a smile to my face as I thought of my goofy little boy trying to gurgle with his mouth full, then laughing so food splattered out all over me then sucking on my shoulder as I handed him to daddy so I could go back to work. I love those "icky" precious moments.

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Nothing new to post really. I just have some new cute pics of Corbs I wanted to put up. :) One of these days I'll have someone take a pic of CX and me. 

 

Ohhhhhh, good news. I start my new job tomorrow. YEA for working in athletics. It's truly where I belong.

 

I love my life. Really love it.

Jamon is an amazing husband and phenomenal father.

Corban is incredible and I'm amazed by how much my heart can love every day.

 

 

hair and avacados

A couple of exciting things have happened lately.

1. Corban got his first haircut.
2. He ate his first solid food
3. I'm freaking out because he's already growing up too fast.

Let's visit these three things for a moment.

1. Haircut. We all have seen the pics of corbs... his hair was a little on the nutty side. I for one thought it was adorable, His dad however thought he looked like Pig-Pen from Peanuts. Needless to say, dad won, as always and I took the ole scissors to Corban's hair. He got a lil trim in the back, over the ears and bangs. I refuse to mess with that crazy top layer. His cow-lick is impossible and it's finally getting long enough to lay flat... kind of.  When I was done with my hack job I looked at the mess I had made... hair all over the sink and debated for a good 15 minutes what to do with it. I'm sure many a mom would have kept it in a lil baggie for his baby book. Well, I have two thoughts... 1. He doesn't have a baby book. 2. Why the heck would I ever care about keeping his hair. It's not like he's Sampson and I'm destroying his strength by pitching it. And furthermore, he'll have MANY a haircut I'm sure. If I ever start to feel guilty I can put some of that in a bag and say it was his baby hair. Who will ever know or care? Like I said, I did struggle for a while and eventually ended up putting some hair on a piece of tp and taking a pic of it. weird... but here it is in all it's glory. Corban first haircut ladies and gentlemen.

2. Solid food. "What?" you may say... "but CX is only 4 months old." I know, I know. But we went to the Dr. yesterday and discovered that indeed our lil peanut is a LITTLE peanut. Weighing in at just the 2nd percentile. At 4 months old he weighs 11.5 lbs. I think I have a sibling that weighed that when they were born. Anyway, Dr. concluded that I produce skim milk, not good fatty milk (To which I asked, is it cause I'm working out, should I stop? No he says, I would be concerned if you were thin... uh excuse me doc?) so we need to start supplementing his nursing with food. We're starting with fruits and veggies. Avacado goes first. mostly cause I'm a big fan of guacamole and whatever Corby doesn't eat I can chow down on. Mmmm. good ole guac! Corban however is not such a fan. Jamon is an incredible dad who has taken on the responsibility of making Corbans food and feeding it to him every morning. In fact he says to me today, "Feeding him is really a bonding experience. You should try it some morning." To which I respond "Is it? Hmmmm. I'll give it a try." (even though I feed the lil tyke 6 times a day minimum!) Here's a pic of Corban's first try. Oh, and the first few days Dr. told us to use our fingers as the "spoon" so he can just suck on the finger since a spoon will be too many different things at once. Tomorrow we try sweet potatos. Awesome.

3. Well, No need to explain this I'm sure. 4 months already?! Time is going way to fast.