my greatest accomplishment

i'm thrilled. we're just back from the doctor and tay's grown 2 and 1/2 inches and has gained 7 ozs. this is really good news because i've been pretty manic about feeding him and now i feel like i can down shift to just kinda manic. not only did we create this kid and successfully bring him into this world, but we're managing to keep him alive & thriving, too.
these were the doctor's exact words: "your boy is gorgeous and you're doing a great job." i wanted to kiss him right on the mouth and fall helplessly into his reassuring arms. this might be my proudest day ever.
my mom left this morning and now we're totally on our own. she was hell on our washing machine and kitchen, keeping up with laundry and making our meals. she's also the best baby burper and calmer on the planet.
i miss her already and i fully expect things to go to shit in the next couple of days.
since she's gone and i have no one to hand the baby off to while tayloe's working, i broke down and bought a rocker/bouncer/vibrating contraption thing to put tay in. i've put off this purchase because, frankly, the things are just so GD ugly. they're big and plastic and noisy and the very first thing you hide when company is coming over. the one i bought isn't an exception, but the person who sold it to me (praise the lord for craigslist) swore it soothed her baby and gave her fleeting moments of freedom. if this woman is lying to me just to get me to buy her used baby crap, i'm going to hunt her down later and kill her. really.
not that tay's been a handful. he hardly throws fits at all (except yesterday when he screamed so loud so suddenly i nearly pooped my pants), but it's bound to happen sometime and as out of character as it seems for me, i'm going to be ready.
ok, that's a lie. i'm just anxious to try out the' vibrate' mode.