So I legit am the laziest blogger in the world. I can call myself a blogger like I can call myself "physically active". Just because you do something every few months does not entitle you to that title.
Updates as follows. I am still overweight, still don't sleep enough, still stress over my son's excema, still give too much advice and not take enough. I enjoy eating entire bags of Nibs (the big ones clearly), watching too much Netflix and dreaming of the day when I am motivated enough to tackle my to do list.
With all of that being said, I am the proud parent of a boy genius. Now I know we all think that our child is the smartest, cutest, funniest, blah, blah, blah, but I'm sure I've got you trumped. This child amazes me everyday with the stuff he comes up with. He is 20 months old and is way funnier and much more clever than I could ever be. He counts to 20 (leaving out 4 usually), sings the alphabet, can recite the lyrics to "Up on the Housetop" from memory, and all around beat your kid at anything. I'm pretty sure he has night job too cause that piggy bank is full.
I never wanted to be that parent to talk about how bad ass my child is, so I won't do it face to face. When people comment on how intelligent he is I try to be modest and keep quiet, but why should I? I want my son to know how smart he is, and I am terribly proud of him, so why am I the bad guy for wanting to brag about his gigantic brain?
Tyler and I often stay up in bed and talk about how cool our son is. About the hilarious shenanigans he got into that day. About the prospect of another child and how that would affect our lives. I also worry, what if the next one isn't as awesome? How could they ever compare to the greatest person I know?
I realize that I sound like a huge d-bag now, and I am okay with that. As long as my baby knows that I am his proud mama, that's all I need.