I love being a mom

It might sound cheesy, but being a mom completes in a way that I didn't think was possible.  I'm challenged every day and I think that with each and every obstacle I overcome, I am being made into a better and better version of myself.  It's pretty incredible how much a baby can teach you.

 Life around here has changed a lot now that Adalyn is on the move.  She crawls everywhere and pushes up on everything now, and just this morning, almost got the cat food.  Adalyn knows the things she is not supposed to touch and it's so funny to watch her crawl over to something and look back to see if I'm watching.  Her favorite "no-no" item of the moment is my breastpump that  I leave on the side table.

We had an almost choking incident last week and a pretty good head banging on Friday.  She even has a battle wound from her conquering of the coffee table. Can you see it in the middle of her forehead?  Poor baby. 

In fact, Friday was just a bad day all together and really made me question if I had a handle on this whole mom thing.{warning - if you're eating, don't read on}

Adalyn was testing my patience all day.  I'm pretty sure it was because she hadn't pooped in 2 days and was super uncomfortable, but still, she was just, well, annoying.  {sorry, baby.  I know you will read this one day, but when you're a mom, you will totally get it}  My back really hadn't improved from last week  and her need to be picked up all day was wearing on me.  Andrew was working late in NYC and I was rushing to get her fed and bathed so we could head out to our friend's birthday bonfire.  I filled up the tub, plopped her in it, and was just about to wash her hair when I noticed the ummmm poop coming out slowly.  I panicked and quickly lifted her out and had her hovering over the side when I realized that I threw my back out...AGAIN.  I was hanging with her there when I heard her grunt and proceed to unload once more.  I grabbed a towel, put her down, and just sat there.  I'm pretty sure I said, "Oh, shiiiiiiit".  Thankfully, my phone was right next to me so I could document this hysterical moment.  I was laughing with tears from the pain.

I continued to just sit there and text Andrew the picture - but then I heard Adalyn unload the rest of the 2 days worth of poop.  In.the.towel.  I managed to get up, pick her up and was going to rinse her off in the sink when she peed on me.  Yup, that's right.  It really couldn't get any worse.  I thought.  But then, just as I was breathing a sigh of relief that at least Adalyn was clean with a diaper on, I turned around and actually stepped in the towel.  Good times, I tell you.  For the sake of keeping this story short, I will just tell you that when Andrew finally made it home, I was holding Adalyn while screaming with an icepack on her forehead.  Stupid coffee table.  I bought the guards for the corners, but didn't think about the sides.  Andrew told me how he actually got hit by a bike in NYC (some girl road right into him complete with her Jamba Juice smoothie and all) and we resolved to just stay home for the night.  She eventually fell asleep while I nursed her on the couch and I had no desire to move either of us.....no, my skin is not actually that smoothe.  I was practicing some new editing techniques :)

The night ended with Andrew cutting his finger on our wine opener.  We were both glad when the night was over.

Saturday ended up being a day of blissful laziness and play time.  Moments like this, make the poop in the tub moments not matter: