Still surviving

Noah is 8 weeks! Our little monster is starting to feel less like a newborn and more like a real bonafide baby. A few things we've learned along the way...

He likes to admire himself in the mirror when he gets his diaper changed. I guess I would too.

He likes to cry when he's bored. Or tired. Or just plain unhappy with the world. This third scenario pretty much happens... all the time.

When he wants to sleep, there's just no stopping him.

His hair is just so outta control.

In other news, I'm still hanging in there with the bar. Barely. We are down to the last few weeks before I head to a hotel for three days and take this ridiculous exam. (Yes, I'm taking it that seriously and living in a hotel). I'm still not confident as to how I'll do, but I'm hoping to give it my best shot.

Last, my mom doesn't read this blog, but I'm going to make her read this entry. Thanks Mom for being the best g-ma and taking the brunt of baby care right now. We couldn't have pulled off these few months without you!!!

Here's Noah and I being entertained by something my mom is doing...