Confession

I started writing a post the other night (in the middle of the night) about how I'm just not a baby person. It sounds so bad (mainly because I have a baby and all), but after thinking about it with some sleep in my body, I decided that I'm not a newborn person. Maybe if Sammy, I dunno, WENT TO SLEEP FOR MORE THAN TWO HOURS AT A TIME I could appreciate all of those little newborn quirks more. But that is apparently quite unrealistic.

People still tell me to "enjoy this time," "This stage goes by too fast," and "He's four months already? Time just flew by, didn't it?" Well I'm sure time flew for you- You were fast asleep in your bed all night, every night. Time cah-reeped by for Steve and me. We were navigating the new waters of parenthood, while also navigating the equally new, choppy waters of the Army, all on minimal sleep. And I will risk sounding like a bad mother when I say THANK GOD that this stage goes by fast. I will also say that Steve has been a saint to get up with me in the night to help with Sammy when I feel like I'm going to pull my hair out (or some other act where youth services might get involved) despite the fact that he has to be up at 4:30 (yes, that's AM) to go to work for 12-15 hours straight. Obviously I am quite fortunate to have such a husband!!

He's sooo taken, ladies ;)

Steve is off "in the field" somewhere this week (pretty sure he's on vacation though) and Sammy and I are hashing this sleep training thing out together. It's like a battle of the wills. Luckily my wills have large cups of coffee on their side. I was petrified the night before Steve left. Nothing but crying, crying, crying as I realized that I will have no one to pass him off to at the end of the day, even just for ten minutes. You have to understand that some days, I LIVE for the hour that Steve comes home. Of course I'm happy to see him and have a grown-up to talk to, but I relish the moment I get to pass that whiny, needy child sweet little bundle of joy off to his daddy. So the thought of that moment not coming for an entire week was a little unnerving. I was on the computer searching airline tickets to see if I could bribe my mama to come up and save me, and all the while Steve was telling me to go back to Pennsylvania. As much as I love being at my in-laws' home, those poor people deserve a break!! They had us there all last week, we'll be up there again next week, they've been babysitting our dogs for too long, and it's just not fair to dump more on them. And now I am so happy that I stayed here with Sammy. We started sleep training (it's going better than I ever imagined!!) and I'm realizing that I can do this on my own and keep my head well above water. And while I still cringe at the thought of a year-long deployment (that is in our not-too-distant-future), I feel like this little stepping stone of a week will help. So keep sending the sleep training prayers our way because we're still working at it, but things are going WELL and I'm giddy with the thought of sleep in our (very near) future.

I realize this was a risky move-taking his picture while he's asleep and all- but I needed a picture of such a monumental event! (And he didn't wake up) Isn't he a freakin' ANGEL when he's sleeping???