New Year's Resolution

Clint and I have finally conceded that, when it comes to babies, all the cliches are true. We can't remember life without our little man, I'd go through pregnancy and surgery again in a heartbeat, and he is growing up WAY too fast. When I think about how much he's changed already, I get kind of sad, and I worry that I'm missing it - I haven't taken enough pictures, written enough down, taken enough videos. I've got the big stuff recorded, but there's so much of the little things I want to remember, the little victories, like packing away my maternity clothes and when he started reaching for the toys on his jungle gym. I also want to remember what I was thinking as these things happened, and I'm also finally starting to believe my friends that you forget things really really quickly.

So, for the millionth time, I'm resolving to blog more. It's my New Year's resolution, twelve weeks late. After six weeks of c-section recovery and two and a half months of sleep deprivation, I think I'm finally coming out of the stage where it's a huge accomplishment just to shower and have a clean house by the time Clint comes home. (Let's face it - when I have to choose between a shower, a nap, clean dishes, and blogging, the Internet takes a back seat. Until a few days ago, I hadn't even been on Pinterest in a month.)

But I finally feel like a fairly normal human being. The past week I've been able to exercise, cook dinner a few times, and even get some extra projects done around the house in addition to the normal laundry/errands/baby routine. (Okay, this is kind of misleading. Planning dinner is still deciding which meal to take out of the freezer. We were very well-stocked.) AND we've had a couple of eight-hour nights recently, which is truly life-changing. So I want to make an effort to record the little things, at the risk of becoming one of those "mommy blogs" that I've long made fun of.

A few random thoughts...

My baby is now huge. He is no longer a newborn. He smiles and coos and gurgles like a champ, and is oh-so-close to sleeping through the night. Probably one of my favorite times of the day is when I go get him up from a nap. I unswaddle him in his crib and just talk to him while he wakes up, and once he's coherent enough to realize what's going on, his face lights up. In typical boy fashion, he shuts it off as soon as we get the camera out, but trust me, it's pretty darn cute.

No joke - I get the biggest smiles out of him when I sing "That Good Ole Baylor Line." Clint and I have long joked that we didn't want to pay for Baylor, so when we had kids we were going to put all the green and gold in the attic and become really big Tyler Junior College fans. That didn't last long. We even named his little bear "Judge" after an old Baylor mascot. Oops.

We accidentally stumbled onto the best toy ever -  an over-sized, cheesy, Valentine's Day balloon. If it's in the room, Caleb won't look at anything else. I tie it to his leg so that it moves whenever he kicks, so now whenever the balloon is even semi-close to him, his legs start moving at lightning speed. This has pretty much been his sole entertainment for the past month. Not sure what we're going to do when it deflates...

In non-baby news, I'm secretly really excited about the Hunger Games movie. I spent the first month of Caleb's life reading the books, so they're still pretty fresh on my mind. (I spent the second month of his life catching up on Downton Abbey - why are more people not obsessed with this?)

And...it's 10 minutes til feeding time. Gotta go refill the Camelbak and put the clothes in the dryer before punkin' wakes up!