changes.changes.everywhere.

it's 10 here. 10 pm.

i'm not tired. i've had oh...maybe three cups of coffee. back in my grad school years, three cups was nothing. but then i got pregnant. and well, now three cups is like me eating my way through a starbucks. i seriously might be up all night long.

pratt is changing so much. every single day he changes. all you parents out there understand this. i'm not exaggerating. whitney says that whatever i say, you should divide it by 3...but this time...i'm serious.

for a couple of weeks now, when i change his diaper or give him a bath, i'll blow on his belly. he hasn't really reacted yet. well, tonight he was sort of getting fussy with clint. he's very, very active. very much likes to move around. he's high maintenance. he'll only sit in one place for so long. and then he wants to move. so he'd been sitting with him too long. i walked over to get him. take him somewhere different. move positions. and i leaned him back and blew on his neck.

and he fell out laughing. like deep, belly laughs. it was great. so, so genuine. so real. we got it on video. i just have to figure out how to upload it now. it's our video camera....not my photo camera. so it'll take me a day or so.

he loves his johnny jumper. i can't really remember what it's called. but i'm pretty sure "johnny" is in there somewhere. he stands in it and just bounces. and talks. and smiles.

he's so happy. mostly all the time. he must get that from his dad. well, unless he's hungry. he must get that from his mom.

his fingers and toes are getting so long. he can sit up if you're leaning him back into a pillow. his abs look like billy blanks. not really...but you know what i mean.

he watches ace and yoda. he finds and watches any tv that is on. he balls his little hands up and sticks them both in his mouth. yes, both.

he has this really high pitched whine that he makes if you take a bottle away too soon. it's almost a yelp. it's really sad sounding..but so funny too. and if he's upset, and you walk towards him, he'll stop. because he thinks you're on your way to get him. to make him stop crying. he's got me all figured out.

if i lay down with him, hold him really tight to my chest, craddle him in my arms, i can make him fall sound asleep.

this is by far my greatest accomplishment.

better than getting into medical school.

better than getting my masters.

it really, really is.

knowing that i comfort that small baby is the best feeling in the world.