Grocery Shopping

So last night I was almost certain that my child would not sleep well due to his crabby day.  In fact, my status on Facebook from last night reads, "That moment when you realize you should probably force yourself to sleep if only for the fact that your son will be up in a few hours..." 

I was wrong.

I woke up to Link's fidgeting at 6:40am.  I audibly yelped "Oh my gosh!"  My husband Greg nearly jumped out of bed, "What?! Is everything okay?!!" 

"Yea, he just slept for...seven...hours." I was overjoyed, yet in the back of my mind I knew that the day was not going to continue being easy.

However, little Link was quite acceptable through my morning routine and an hour long work out.  I was thinking Man, I am getting the hang of this mom thing!  Then I got over confident and decided to go to Meijer to grocery shop with the baby.

Now I have gone to Meijer plenty of times with him but usually Greg is accompanying us to help carry things and speed things alone, so this adventure was new to me.  

Immediately as I snapped Lincoln into his car seat he decided to start that awful late afternoon bout of crying that transforms his whole body into a red, sweaty, hot mess.  Normally, I would pull him out of the car-seat and see if he needed a change or if he was hungry, but I knew that could not be possible as I had just accomplished a very disgusting diaper change on top of feeding him 6 oz.

So I let him cry it out. And it was awful.  I hate hearing him cry so hard that he can't breathe. But it is something all mom's have to deal with so I digress.

We are on our way to Meijer and he is still crying.  I am getting nervous because I do not want to be the lady with the screaming kid, yet taking my time picking the perfect carton of strawberries.

Luckily he was fine the entire time we were in there.  Not a peep.

So why did I tell this story?
To remind all future moms that sometimes you just have to roll up your sleeves and say "I GOT THIS!"  Eventually everything will work out.

I didn't think I could stuff the groceries in the trunk along with a play-mat and stroller yet look at what I achieved.

The beginning...

I have an eight-week old who is simply the cutest, cuddliest, coolest.....what am I kidding....crabbiest baby on the face of this planet.

Yea, I can't help it, he is simply adorable.  He is a natural model.

The fact of the matter is, no matter how adorable or intoxicating his looks are, he is a baby.  A crying, fussy, baby.  

I am here to share my adventure in motherhood being as blunt as possible. (That most likely means a lot of TMI moments...).  At the same time I am going to do my best to maintain my nerdy self by playing the occasional video game.  

Hey! If I'm lucky I'll get 20 minutes of Fire Emblem in tonight between feedings and wiping my child's bum...

So hopefully amid hair pulls I can provide what little audience I may have with an insight into my life.

Onward!