Slackage...

Yeah, I know, I'm a slacker.  I haven't blogged since Friday (and that was a bitchy post!).  In my defense though, we had a rough weekend.  It had nothing to do with N.  As usual he was a dream.  Thank god, because Sunday I thought I was going to die.  We went out for A's 30th birthday celebration in NYC.  It wasn't his actual birthday, its the 13th.  Since that's the Saturday of Valentines weekend we figured that we'd have a better chance of getting everyone together the weekend before.  We went to a restaurant called Quality Meats in the Columbus Circle area and spent RIDICULOUS amounts of money.   It was soooo worth it though.  I could probably do a whole post about what we ate but that would just make me hungry so I'm not going to do that.  I'm not going to talk about the food.  Ok, maybe I'll just mention the fried baby artichoke hearts. OMG. So yummy!!  And the crab cakes...and the corn creme brulee...and the homemade coffee and donuts ice cream for dessert.  Ok.  I'm done....and hungry...sigh.

Anyway, after dinner we all went out to Lounge 48 on 48th.  I have to say that this was the point where I started thinking about college.  1. We never went anywhere that classy when I actually had the stamina to enjoy it.  2.  Where did my energy go?  In college I could go out from Wednesday to Sunday, not come home until breakfast time, with no problem.  Now, the clock hits 10:30 and I'm done for the day!  I wish I could blame it on N, but I saw it coming long before that.  Slowly my bedtime has gotten earlier and earlier.  I was DD that night, obviously, so A could drink as much as he wanted (he is turning old for heaven's sake).  As we got in the car at 2:30 am I tried to remember that last time I saw 2:30 and it wasn't to feed N, or to give him his paci, or to change his diaper.  I couldn't remember.  That's sad.  We arrive home at 4 am to find my MIL up with N.  He was good for them all night but woke up at 3 and didn't want to go back to sleep.  So I snuggled my little man to sleep and then went to sleep myself.  Then woke up at 5 to feed him.  Then was up for the day at 8:30.  The IL's hung around to do super bowl food (before the super bowl :-) ) and left around 4:30 to head home to NJ.  It was nice having them around because A and I were SOOO tired I don't think we could have entertained N.   Then it was back to work Monday.  I think I'm still recovering.  8 years ago, I'd already be drinking again...or at least planning to drink again.

Did I mention that Saturday was N's 4 month birthday?  I can't believe he is 4 months already!  It's crazy.  I remember the snuggly little bug I had for the first couple weeks.  Since then he's been nothing but energy.  Last week he rolled back to front and now he can't stop doing it.  The problem is I don't think it's intentional.  He's playing on his mat, rolls over and smiles for a minute then looks at me like WTF and starts crying!  Dude, a.) you know how to roll the other way, you've been doing that for a month now and b.)  You did it!  If you don't want to be on your tummy don't roll over!  It cracks me up.  He's also started doing the army crawl.  You know with just the arms.  I can't leave him alone ANYWHERE anymore.  The other day I put him on his playmat so I could run the to restroom, I came out and he was half way across the room almost under the coffee table!  I can't believe he's mobile already.  It's ridiculous.  It's awesome.  It's scary. 

I guess that's life as a Mom though right? Exhausting, ridiculous and a little scary, but always awesome.