mile. stones.

Fair warning- this is somewhat a "real" post. Which has not happened for 3 or 4 weeks. Unless you count talking about Klout. It's up to you.

I've just been spending so much time taking care of a bunch of little people (and some larger people too, actually) that never seem to leave my side- some might call them my children, that every time I think about writing anything real and/or lengthy.. they sense it and put a stop to it immediately- one way or another.

Fortunately, I love them dearly- and that is why I put in my weekly 168 hours of volunteer time here. (Yes, I did just get out a calculator to multiple 24 by 7.) There is also the never ending supply of dirty laundry and baby bottles/sippy cups to wash that I like to think of as just one of the perks. But on the other side..

There's been some totally amazing mile stones going on here the last few weeks or so. And I thank God for them every second I get- mainly for the one in which Lily uses the potty way more than she doesn't. And also the one where Noah goes 5 hours or more between bottles at night..

It's beautiful. Since he was 2 months old. (Which is NOT how Lily rolled. She waited an additional 4 months, I believe, just to fully torment me.) And I was so exhausted, it actually took me a couple of days to realize it was happening. He'll go up to 7 hours now, between eating when he "goes to bed".. so when I finally get Lily to sleep after that- it's almost a normal sleep period for a human being. Jason has no idea, of course, because it's only in my job description. Which is, whatever.

He came home from work a few weeks ago and told me (a woman) co-worker had asked how Noah was sleeping. (I guffawed. Silently. In my head.) I figured people at work must have been asking him about our new little bundle of joy by now and I told him just that. I couldn't wait for Jason's response and asked him what he had told her- something along the lines that he didn't really know because I was the one that gets up with Noah, but that I was looking a little less tired lately. What did she do then, I wanted to know? She walked away.

I laughed. In a satisfied, validated, but also defeated (because of the whole "truth of it" aspect) way. They must think you're an ass, I told him. He thought that probably explained why no one was speaking to him much anymore.

But rather than ending on that note..

Noah has fully mastered the extremely handy sticking-out-your-tongue and more notably (and awesomely) the enormous smile. Which I think is the reason people even have babies in the first place, isn't it? Those killer infant smiles. Real ones. Not, ah-hem, you know because of other things they're doing. Unfortunately, he is also still routinely using his head as a weapon against my own head (mostly against my pierced ear cuff). And that is not awesome. But once he flashes one of those giant grins at me.. I'm over it. And I want like 10 more of him. (No, no I really don't. I'm good with 2. Thank you.)