$25,000

Hottie wants to enter Little Man in a beauty contest. Yes, you read that right. The DADDY wants to enter the baby in the contest.

He calls me up at work one day and tells me that he's found this web site and we could enter in a picture of Cole and win a lot of money if he wins the grand prize. $25,000.

I'm thinking someone told him about the site or someone he knows has entered in their child as well and that's why he wants to do it. Nope, that's not why he wants to enter.

Everyone keeps telling him, the way that people do when they see a picture, "wow, what a cute baby!", "that baby is so pretty", "he sure is going to get lots of girls when he gets older!" So, Hottie, hearing all this, goes online, finds a beauty contest and now wants to enter Little Man into the contest.

Now, don't forget, that Hottie also knows that Little Man looks just like him.

Did I mention the grand prize is $25,000?

Midnight Truths

My son looks like a little miniature version of his father. He has the same nose, lips, brown eyes, hands and feet as his daddy. I honestly think the few things of mine that he received are my ears and my eyelashes. And one of those may still be debatable.

Many people, I've found, are hesitant to say who he looks like. There are those who are quick to agree with me that he looks like his daddy. And then there are those who hesitate and then quickly say, "Well, it's really hard to say when babies are this little."

Seriously? Who are they trying to fool? The kid has beautiful tan skin compared to my freckles, brown eyes to my blue. I think it boils down to their fear of hurting my feelings. And why would it hurt my feelings when I happen to think his daddy is one damn fine looking man?

Well, Hottie is also one of those people who hesitated to say the truth. He would always say, "Babe, I think he looks like both of us."

"No, babe, he looks just like you." I'd tell him.

"Really? You think so?" And he'd lean over and study Cole closely, not commenting anymore.

Until one night when I heard him on the monitor as he went to get Cole for his midnight feeding. I could hear the rustling as he changed his diaper and talked to him.

"You're so cute, Cole!" He told him softly. And then? The damning evidence: "You look just like your daddy!"

Top Two Q's

I've never noticed it before, but there seem to be top two questions that new moms get asked, especially if you're going back to work. Of course, I wouldn't have noticed it if I weren't a new mom myself, but thinking back, I know that I've also asked these questions of my fellow friends and co-workers.

Don't get me wrong - it's not annoying by any means, but it's almost funny how frequently they get asked. So, here they are with my answers.

1. Are you breastfeeding?
- Yes, I am. Exclusively so far. I pump at work so that kiddo has enough to eat while I'm gone. I'm going to try and do it for as long as possible. It's a built in food source, cheaper than formula, and it's making Little Man fat and healthy. So, I don't see any reason to stop just yet.

2. What are you doing with kiddo while you're at work?
- Luckily we have a friend that's a stay at home mom. She has two girls herself, ages 9 and 11, so Little Man is the only boy and only baby there so far. So, of course, he is getting spoiled rotten. It's working out good for all parties so far and she's great with him.

Pictures from a Bragging Mom

"Mmmmm. He's sweet." - Beau


My Sleeping Boys


A Smile is Worth a Thousand Words

A Reasoning Man

I was half asleep, keeping my eyes closed in the event that Hottie would expect me to get up and get the baby. I figured if I shut them for a few minutes more, he'd do it. Sure enough, like the good daddy he is, he hopped up, went over to Cole and started changing him.

I peeked my eyes open and watched my boys. A new favorite past time that brings a smile to my face when I watch them together. Father and son interacting. This morning (or was in the middle of the night?), there was a one sided conversation to go along with the show.

"Now, son, there's no reason for this." I watched as he quickly grabbed another diaper. "You can't keep pottying right in the middle of being changed. We're wasting diapers here, kiddo. From now on, do your business before I change you, not during. I don't want to tell you again."

Cole just regarded his daddy with the steely gray stare that accompanies all infants. While daddy may feel better trying to reason with a newborn, I saw no point. He may have just joined our world, but we're not the ones in charge here.

Cole Andrew has arrived!

More details to follow once I get some sleep and figure out how to download the pictures to my laptop. He was born June 6th at 7:46 PM weighing in at 7 pounds 3 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long. Looks like a mini version of his daddy!