Gummy Grins & Coos

That's what month 2 has been all about! Yesterday, Mr. Reece's Pieces turned 2, heart breaking months old. At 11lbs 5oz & 22 3/4" long, he's in the 45th percentile. The whole "time flies when you're having fun" saying totally applies here, and I find it particularly rude & unfair.


In 3 weeks I return to the office. For those who know my workaholic nature, it may come as a shock to know I'm dreading it.

All of it.

If only it was appropriate for me to throw a tantrum, you'd find me on the floor at University of Phoenix, flat on my back, kicking my feet and flailing my arms on February 28th. Instead, I'll be shedding a few tears in my cubicle.


While the past 2 months of being a full time Mommy & Wife hasn't all been blissful, it's grown on me, and I've fallen madly in love with it. There's not a single smile, cry, bus drop off and pick up, or feeding that I want to share with someone else... but I know I gotta go help bring that bacon home.


So, we are busy these days savoring every moment... Loving every spit up covered shirt, and each little piggy snort. Every coo (the best sound in the entire world), and every silly, gummy grin. Every Root Beer chuggin' style burp, and double cheeseburger size yawn. Just living in these daily moments together...


Our little peanut butter cup sleeps 7-9 hours at night, and is by nearly all accounts, the perfect baby. His favorite pass time is checking himself out in the mirror and he's become quite the snuggling, fist eater.


And how do you ask, is our little Monster feeling about big brotherhood now?


Ecstatic of course! He's still in love with his baby brother, and always eager to help us with him. He can often be caught on our ibaby monitor soothing Reece back to sleep with a binky and shhhh from his favorite brother.


Darth Vader doesn't feel much different. He stands guard when we leave the baby in his swing, carseat, etc. When anyone gets close to the bedroom or front door, he gives the deepest, piss your pants, warning bark. He's sure protective of his boys, and it's super comforting having all 100lbs of him on guard.

Over & Out,
Mrs. Akers