everyday when dad comes home, it's the same routine. griffin hears the roar of the motorcycle, knows his dada is home and runs to the front door and into chad's arms. he points to the helmet until chad puts it on his tiny little head and then looks around at his audience. we all laugh of course and clap and think its the most adorable thing. and it really is. every time we go outside and he sees the bike parked in the driveway, he begs for a "ride". griff sits on the bike while we make roooommm roooomm noises. boy does he think thats cool. so what do i do when one day he really wants to ride? when he really wants his own gear and bike? when he and dad go off on real rides at high speeds with idiot drivers all over the road? i can't stop it from happening and i'll never just be the super cool mom who is okay with sending her son off to become road kill. can't we all just get safer hobbies please?
ps, baby Avett is doing great! he's 11 days old today; sleeping and eating like a champ. it's hard to explain how much i love this little guy- every bit as much as my first baby. these days, i'm always exhausted and usually found wearing sweats and a T but I guess that's just part of mommy-hood right now. its like winning the jackpot if i've figured out a way to shower at some point during the day. i'm breastfeeding this time around and it sure is a learning process, ouch! avett loves it though and latched on very well during our first few minutes together in the hospital- unlike his older brother. labor with avett was very different from our experience with griff. more on that later. Finals are half way over but this week will be another doozie. yay for having babies in the middle of a crisis. we wouldn't have it any other way, apparently.
 |
| avett, 2 days old. |
