The other day Andrew and I were out to eat at a restaurant with Reese and Andrew was bouncing her on his lap, making her laugh. A little girl at another table pointed and said “Look!  The Daddy is tickling his baby and making her laugh!”

Um what? We looked at each other.

It took us a little while to realize that she was talking about Andrew. A few weeks before we had laughed when a little boy called Andrew “sir.” ( Ha! That little boy thinks you’re a sir!) We definitely do not consider ourselves old enough to be referred to as “Sir” or “M’am” but hearing yourself being called a mommy or daddy by an outside observer is a whole different ball game.  Since Reese isn’t really saying “mama” or “dada” yet when I hear someone else say it, I have to stop and think for a second. “Oh yea, I am a Mommy.”

Don’t get me wrong. The past 8 months have definitely made me feel like a Mom and have changed me in so many ways. But I am proud that so much of me has also stayed the same; that I have been able to keep my sanity and sense of humor while not letting my fears of caring for another life overcome me. Although I may cry at first when I knock Reese’s head into the door jamb as I leave the kitchen, I can later laugh about it (most of the time.)

Here’s to hoping that through this blog I can successfully document my journey into Momhood while sharing stories of our sweet girl with friends and family near and far.