7 weeks

Jake will be 7 weeks in just a few hours. It's hard to believe. I spent this morning with him on my lap asking him "where did my little baby go? You're my big baby now!" He's still not really smiling, so he looked very seriously at me while I asked him this over and over.

In other exciting news, Auntie Kathy came to visit and I got to catch up on some sleep. She was the start of our family visits this summer. My parents will be out this week, followed by Auntie Jeanne next week. I officially had my first taste of alcohol when Auntie Kathy was here. It was nice to have a glass of wine, but I honestly miss diet coke and coffee so much more.

We ventured out into the world this past week even though my peditrician insists staying home for the first two months. I'm a nervous mother, but not nervous enough to stay trapped in our house for another four weeks. So we tried 'baby boot camp.' It was in the wealthy city next door, so I wasn't surprised when I showed up and all the other mothers had on special work out clothes and fancy jogger strollers. I was in sweats with my Chicco stroller. The class was doing normal workout stuff like lunges and squats. Then the class was instructed to step up onto a bench and down (like step aerobices). I stepped up, realized my post-pregnancy leg was jello, and fell backwards, off the bench and onto my stroller. I was so embarrassed, I didn't realize how much I hurt myself; my back and leg have these horrible bruises on them. I was thankful that at 6 weeks old, Jake is too young to be embarrassed by me!

In sad news, we said goodbye to Maggie. Her cancer came back and was just to much for her to battle anymore. We're so thankful for the year she was part of our family.