No more wining for this momma!

Yep, you read the correctly. This momma is no longer allowed to drink wine. Well, at least not when Cooper is doing something new. 

After weeks of only rice cereal, Cooper had a tub of green beans (puree of course) and mommy had a glass of wine. Five bites later, Cooper is crying for more and this momma is crying because she cannot believe her sweet baby is eating green beans!! 

I keep kicking myself that I haven't stayed on top of this blogging thing since Cooper got here.

I absolutely love going through my old posts. I started this blog when Rick and I decided to move to Oregon, little did I know that Oregon would mark the beginning of our amazing adventures together. And these are the adventures that are going to be the hardest to remember details. I MUST be better. I MUST stay committed. 

Cooper is about to be 6 months. Do you realize that is HALF A YEAR?

Every time I can't believe something is happening (ie eating green beans) something new happens. 

You know (or may not if you haven't had a baby or are a male) when you find out you are pregnant it is amazing to think about. You have a sweet little bean growing that is especially for you. But until you feel it move and listen to it hiccup, it is really just a thought. But then he comes and he is this squished up ball of love (mine was a bit on the skinny side) and he wants to be all wide-eyed because he is seeing everything for the very first time but he is WAAAAY too overwhelmed and exhausted to even try to stay awake for more than a couple hours.

And It really doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if its 1am or 4am or 4:12am or 3 o'clock in the afternoon, staring at your baby doing nothing is good enough.

But then you get through the up-at-all-hours part of the newborn stage and he starts to smile... coo... laugh... then belly laugh... maybe even talk (in my case stick his tongue out incessantly). At each stage, you think man this is cool. Man this is fun, even the shittier parts like having to wake up at 3am every single night for 7 nights in a row when you just got used to sleeping 8+ hours, even those times seem like a  blessing in disguise... (maybe I just didn't give my sweet baby enough kisses today, so he had to wake up for more.)

And then all of a sudden he is rolling over and "swimming" on his belly and sitting up.

Next thing you know he will be walking, talking (back) and getting married. Those were not the best days of my life. These are. And if I ever, and I mean EVER say anything different. You had better take that bottle of wine out of my hand.

Because like I said, there shall be no more wining for this momma!