- The month of June -
My baby boy is a month old already! I believe this means he's no longer considered a newborn. It saddens me, but I am grateful for one healthy baby. Time is going by too quick, it scares me . . . I suppose this is what getting old feels like. June was a tireless month, adjusting to being a new mom, and scheduling my whole life around this cute little human being I call my son. Taylor is probably my favourite thing in this entire world. I love his smiles, his hiccups, his sneezes (HaaChu), his poops, his farts (sometimes I don't know if they're his Daddy's) and all of the little sounds he makes (no, he's not singing yet.) His dad and I enjoy playing the guitar and singing for him, and he enjoys it too. He's usually wide awake during that time, and doesn't make a sound but intently watches the strumming of the strings. I mean why wouldn't he? He was named after his Daddy's guitar, and he is our son. I am so lucky for such a good baby whom only cries and snorts like a pig when he's hungry and allows me to do all of the usual things I did before. I greatly look forward to another month of music, love and cuddles . . .