maureen came by tonight and watched emerson so i could get a breather. god bless her.

i told her i feel like i'm incognito when i go out alone. no one knows that i'm a mommy. or maybe it just surprises me that they don't... i feel like it's written on my forehead.

so then these three adults walk into the coffee shop where i was decompressing and they have a brood of children. these children were not misbehaving in the least... they were simply being children. loud, energetic, active, and curious. they didn't stay for too long but after they left i went up to the counter to get something to go... the barrista says to me... "maybe we'll have to start asking a surcharge for kids." i gave the polite chuckle but inside i was thinking... "he has no idea! it's incredible. i'm as mommy as they come."

so tomorrow i'll bring emerson in there with me and make said barrista shuffle his feet a little. :)

i have to say that emerson and i have had one of the best weeks together that i can remember. when i dreamed of having a little boy... i never dreamed it this well. i love him "somethin' awful".

or as emerson says... when i ask him "do you know how much mommy loves you?" - he always yells... "Too Much!" what he means is that i love him 2 much. he knows that "how much" is a quantitative question and he tries to answer it with a quantitative answer... two-much. :) But it always makes me laugh.