seven months, of being a mother. have i learned anything? oh my, so much! i've come to love, understand and have a deeper respect for my mother and father. how they did it with four times the amount of kids that i have, is beyond me. i have acquired a new group of "mommy friends" and we like to do mommy-night-out sort of things. exciting you ask? oh yes, movie theaters and no babies. we live on the edge. ha ha. i have a routine, and lord do we stick to it. for my own sanity. i crave those couple hours at night to relax (well catch up on all the crap i didn't accomplish yet that day). looking back on those first couple months, they are all a blur. i forgot what it was like almost, i was in a haze. living off of two (maybe) hours of sleep and fast and easy food. how did i ever get through it all by myself? i haven't a clue. each day there is something new, they change so fast. so quick. you blink and he doesn't need you to support his head up anymore. next he'll be crawling and mom will learn to baby-proof quickly. though in these seven months, i've come to realize that they have made me a stronger person being a mom. tackling every day with different sets of obstacles. somehow i have gotten myself this far, and i've got that beautiful, goofy, drooly smile to thank for that.