Monday, December 7, 2009


Well, I think I'm finally starting to bond with Warren. I know there are tons of women out there who say that they bond with their babies the minute the doctor plops them into their arms, and seriously, I'm so glad for you if that's the case, but that's definitely not the case for me. Not even close! I mean, I love my babies as soon as they're born, and of course I'd do ANYTHING for any of them, but as far as that whole bonding issue goes? I just wish the parenting books would give a little warning.

With Ava it happened right around eight months, that aha! moment where I realized that the little pile of blubber and drool was a real live person, with her own likes and dislikes and personality and desires and all that good stuff....sigh. That's when she became less of an extension of me and more of her very own lady. Does that make any sense? With Scott it happened a little sooner, maybe six and a half months, I guess just because I knew it was going to happen, so maybe that sped things up.

And then I had Warren. Ohh, Warren. Looking back, I think it's safe to say I probably had some post partum depression, not to mention the stress of living in someone else's house for a month during our big move. So for the past nine months, he's just been that blob that I have to hold and feed and change and clean and feed and hold and feed and hold. And did I mention hold? But just this past weekend...we've changed. I feel like I'm finally getting to know him, and he's finally getting to know me, and we're finally going to be happy together. He's like a tiny little man! So, I just thought I'd share my great news! Warren can stay, he's officially one of my honest to goodness Kiddos.

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