That Mom

Well, it's official. I'm one of "those" moms. I inundate my Facebook wall with photos and videos of this little, drooling 12-pound squish face. I talk about him any chance I get. I even go so far as offering more details of my birth story than most care to hear about. The thought of getting a tattoo with his name immediately crossed my mind. I get more excited about buying a toy or a new bottle or a cute outfit for him than pretty much anything else. I don't care anymore. I will deny myself anything and everything for this little guy. Also, he laughed at me today, so he gets what he wants from now until forever.