7 MONTHS

   SEVEN MONTHS.How in the HAIL has it been almost 7 months since Tatum was born? I feel like time is flying. We had the best time in Arizona for Spring Training and it’s only fitting that the Midwest welcomed us back with rain and a delayed Opening Day. I am currently sipping a delicious Cabernet delivered to me on the couch by my fine a$$ hubby. I deserve it. I recently flew from Phoenix to Indy (delayed and arrived at 2:22am) with anxiety, a basket case of a dog who was so doped up that the flight was actually enjoyable for once, a teething baby who only likes to sleep in his crib #needshisspace, a sunburned 17 year old sister and a Lolli (my mom) who takes no shit from anyone. Memories were made. I am happy to report that I can now laugh really hard without peeing my pants!
   Update on the little babe: Tatum is sitting up on his own, so close to crawling, sleeps 11-12 hours a night #whushupnewmama, eats veggie and fruit purees, his reflux is still going strong (people think it’s funny when he scrunches his nose and tilts his head but that’s his way of telling us something is hurting his belly), he likes to wave, he is amused with pulling Princeton’s hair and Princeton barely tolerates it, he loves to squeal and clap his hands, he enjoys running in his walker and trying to pull every lamp cord and it makes me hover like a helicopter. I have had my fair share of “it’s 3 pm and we have had a successful day…mama deserves a glass of wine during second nap”  sometimes I feel like a champagne shower is necessary and if you are judging me/rolling your eyes at my blog posts then go read something else less “pretentious” ;). Let’s get to the fun stuff!
   I have gone quite a long time without dropping F bombs at someone in public. I have packed, unpacked, packed and unpacked AGAIN to settle in to our temporary Cincinnati home. I have eaten ice cream for dinner and champagne for dessert #lazy #fitfam. I had to leave in the middle of a hair appointment with wet bronze orange hair #thankgoodnessforpurpleshampoo #andhats due to cars needing to be shipped out for the season. I shook my fists like a mad woman when I came home to Indy to a truck (Tucker’s) that would not start. Thankfully my awesome parents loaded their car down and chauffeured me, Tatum and P to Cincinnati. It reminded me of when they sent me off to Ole Miss except I have a baby and like a shit ton more responsibility than when I was 18. I have eaten SO terribly and loved every greasy minute of not being dairy free. I have stepped out of my comfort zone so many times in the last few months. Most importantly I have proved to myself that I am meant to be a mama and that I am enough. I am so very happy and find myself truly soaking up every single moment.
   I am PUMPED to sit in the stands at Great American Ball Park probably drinking a  Chardonnay and eating Macho Nachos and cheer on my hubby. He is thriving and I love being along for the wild ride. I am so excited for new friendships, deepening existing friendships and to bond with women who truly understand this baseball life. I cannot wait for Tatum to clap his little dimpled hands when the fans cheer and to bounce up and down when his daddy hits a home run or throws someone out. There will come a time that I will probably have to teach our little guy that the only F word he should be saying is “fun” even though he saw his daddy strike out a time or two and use a f word that did not end in UN. Gotta love the emotion behind every play and the life lessons that baseball teaches us. I am so excited that Tatum will be my shadow for the season. There is nothing sweeter than that sweet baby grin that usually pours drool down the front of his outfit, the way his nose scrunches when he smiles, 1 dimple in his left cheek just like his dad, wild hair, big blue eyes and his innocence. I pray each night that we will raise him to be a good man, a wonderful husband, the best father and so much more. Being a mom is my greatest joy. It is exhausting and challenging but there is nothing better than those little hands hugging my neck and poking at my face. He looks at me like I am the most fascinating thing in this world or maybe he is wondering what the dark circles under my eyes are and my heart can barely take it!!! I soak up these moments because I know it won’t be long and he will be running in to the clubhouse with his dad and I will be the one who has so much free time that I won’t know what to do with myself. These are the days, y’all. These are the days. I never take a second for granted.