Uh, hi - here I am!

I don't even want to discuss how long it's been since I wrote anything here.  TOO long.  Like almost as long as the 4 month hiatus I took right after Nick was born and I was too busy dealing with being a postpartum depressed new mama, while simultaneously trying to deal with the new high of being "in love" that subsequently came with birthing the most beautiful baby boy on the planet.  (Biased, obviously, but whatever - it's my JOB to be biased.)

If you couldn't tell from the above paragraph, I've been feeling super nostalgic lately.  Most days I wrangle Nick into my lap while he's sitting on the floor playing, and just sit there smelling his hair like some kind of obsessed nanny off a Lifetime movie.  But seriously.  He just turned 2 and a half.  And at this stage in life, I am like, the ultimate awesome person to him.  He squeals "MAMA!" in excitement every time he sees me - first thing in the morning, when I pick him up from daycare in the afternoon, each time I return to the room from taking a poop.  It's like he can't believe I came back, and he is so happy to see me he might explode.

It's the most awesome feeling ever. 

Until I start to think about how in far too few years he'll be dissing me for friends, and crying when I come pick him up from daycare because "I just wanted to be the last kid picked up, I'm having so much fun!"  (This is no joke -- my brother and I used to say this to my mom on the reg. when we were in elementary school.  25 years later, she informs me that it was like a dagger to the heart every time.  Sorry mom.  Really and truly!)

I'm completely unprepared for the day that Nick decides I'm not the coolest person he's ever met.  Not in any way whatsoever am I ready for him to not willingly hold my hand or plant a big kiss right on my lips in public.  But I know those days are coming.  At lightening speed.

I suppose, that explains a bit of my blog absence.  You know, If I'm looking for a really good and legit sounding excuse.  But I've just been too busy enjoying my summer with my absolute most favorite little boy in the entire universe.  And smelling his oddly stinky feet any chance I get.  Because before long, he's not going to let me pretend to nibble on his dirty toes...and the thought forms a big old lump in my throat and makes me choke back tears. 

So pardon my lack of posting.  There's just too many moments passing by faster than I can capture them all - and while I'd like to write them all down, sometimes it's more enjoyable to just squeeze that chubby little hand in mine, let the red Popsicle drip down the front of his white shirt, and wrap him up in a sticky bear hug...breathing in these sweet and fleeting moments before he's flinging dirty sports socks my way and asking for the keys to my Buick.  Which, let's be honest, will be SO uncool to drive in 14 years.