Alright… here’s L.A.’s big news:
Wanna see what I can do? Here we go…
Down down down
rolling over
Yeah!! Want me to do it again?
At first I thought it was a fluke, but he did this three more times. Yeah, C and I are definitely in for it once this boy becomes mobile!
L.A. has something to show you all if I can figure out how to resize the pictures from my new camera so that they don’t take 10 years to upload to the internet. Hopefully tomorrow. For now, here’s one:
Stay tuned.
First and foremost, this morning I slipped into a pair of size 4 pre-pregnancy pants, and they buttoned! In my excitement and haste to quickly plan an outfit around these pants, I didn’t realize they were totally wrinkled until I got to work. Whoops.
More importantly though… I got my new camera yesterday! I swear I heard the choirs sing when the UPS man pulled up. Mamarazzi is gonna be in full effect at our house. In fact, C asked me if we needed to invest in some shades for L.A. lest I blind him while clicking away.
My new baby! Excuse the picture quality here, I took it on my camera phone.
Since this is the view from my back porch today:
This is the view from my desk:
Thank you corporate america for letting me work from home!! L.A. and I are still in our pjs with little intention of getting out of them. The snow you see above is actually only a dusting, but we’re supposed to get walloped. I figured it made more sense to just stay here…. not that I needed a ton of encouragement or anything. 
I just put L.A. to bed because he was absolutely exhausted – in fact it would be more accurate to say that he put himself to bed – in any event, C isn’t even home yet and won’t get to see him at all tonight.
He’s the one who deserves to complain tonight…. but he’s much better about that stuff than me, and complaining isn’t really his thing.
If anything has put a spotlight on how hard it is to be a working mom, this is by far the most difficult. Not the fact that he’s overtired, or a little cranky, or the sleepless nights… it’s the fact that my baby boy is sick and I can’t be there to take care of him. Don’t get me wrong, he’s been in good hands all week… he was home with C on Monday and the past two days MIL has been at the house with him, so he’s definitely been well taken care of. It’s just that as his mom, I can’t help but wish I could be there for him.
The other day someone asked me if there was anything about being a parent that had surprised me, or that I wasn’t expecting. I thought about it for awhile, and there are two things I hadn’t anticipated. The first is that I, the career minded-corporate ladder climbing-woman would suddenly be so willing to leave my life of rigorous meetings and power lunches for play dates and simple bonding time with my little one. I never realized how much my heart would truly ache because I missed him in the course of 8 hours, or how much having him would change my perspective on what’s really important. The second is the impact that L.A. would have on the time C and I spend together. Some days it seems like we’re two ships passing in the night, and it’s imperative to savor every moment we share, be it a glance or a stolen kiss or the rare but incredible times that we can actually sit down uninterrupted and have an actual conversation with each other.
It’s amazing how one teeny little smile can turn my day around. I left work with the weight of the world on my shoulders, but this is the face I’m greeted with when I pick up my sweet little munchkin.
Damn, I love my life.
Did I mention that yet today? Totally unexpected! Honestly, when I saw the security desk calling me I said “oh crap!” because I thought they were going to tell me to come down and move my car which I’m pretty sure is parked illegally.
