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Evan started babbling today!

I will admit, when I thought of a baby "babbling", I just imagined a baby making noises. He gets quite vocal--he is learning what his voice can do by yelling or making zerberts, but today he started sounding a bit different: it sounds like he is actually talking but not using English. It's hard to really describe, but imagine reading this sentence using gibberish words--that's kind of what he sounds like. It cracks me up but I sit there and listen as if I actually know what he's saying. I guess all that talking to myself that I do is paying off...for him anyway!

Rereading what I just wrote, I feel obligated to make the following statement:

Before I had a kid, I used to think that I would never be the kind of person who:

• takes a million pictures of their kid and think they are all cute...
• ...then proceed to post all those pictures for others to see
• talk about their kid in every conversation--sometimes being the main topic
• sharing stories like the one I shared above thinking people will be as thrilled as I am
• barely flinches when touching baby poop (a main hazard of cloth diapering)
• dedicating a blog to document this kind of stuff

I guess now that I actually have a kid, I don't really care that I do the above-mentioned things. When I was 21 I never thought I'd ever be the kind of person to enjoy staying in on weekends, but life happens and we adjust (and I enjoy nights in!). I happen to truly love being a mother--a lot. I'd be lying if I said it was great 100% of the time--it's hard work and we all need a break sometimes--but I love it. And I don't care if I start a lot of conversations with stories of Evan. For the last 8 months (or more), he's been most of what has been going on in my life. (Although sometimes I still wish I could just pick up and go to happy hour or run out for a pedi). But mostly, I have fun with him. He's so happy and silly that talking about our day together keeps me in a good mood. When you really, truly want to be a parent, it's much easier to enjoy (or tolerate) what children bring...And call me crazy, but even after baby #1 I am ready for more! How many more? Only time will tell...We're taking it one kid at a time.