The first month of Scotland’s life went really slow, the second month flew. Where did April go? I can’t believe my little boy is already two months old. Here’s a few pictures of him, and here’s a few more, if more is what you want! (My greatest fear as a mother: that I will inundate…

Sometimes when I’m holding or playing with Scotland I get a vision of him as a little boy, running in the yard or making faces at me while he eats. It makes me proactively nostalgic for his infancy, and helps me cherish each passing moment.

His eyes full of wonder His smile The way his hair sticks out of his hat The colors in this corner of my house

How is it possible that more poo got outside of the diaper than in?!!!!

One of my favorite things about getting up to feed Scotland is returning to my Tom-warmed bed!

Should I go appease my appetite, or go to bed? (Yawn) To bed.

I’m excited by the prospect that Scotland can and may soon sleep through the night. Yet, after moments like tonight I wonder why I would want to give up my nocturnal moments with him. He nestled his head against my shoulder, his small face finding comfort under my chin, his quick breaths warming my neck.…

Last week Tom and I discussed how we could cut back and save some money. We considered getting rid of the data plan on our iphones. (And by considered I mean we said it out loud and quickly vetoed the idea.) How could we? then we wouldn’t be able to text captured moments like this…

I’m sure glad I buy nearly all my clothes second hand. That way when they get spit up on, it doesn’t phase me.

I must finish my sleep cycle around 2:59AM because 3:00AM is a perky time of the morning for me. I seriously often consider going downstairs and doing yoga, or taking a shower- you know taking advantage of the time when Scotland’s asleep. Weird!