The newest man I'm in love with

Ok, so here is the man with whom I'm falling in love with. So far these first two weeks have been blissful. Yes, I'm saying that they've been blissful even though a certain V-word part and surrounding areas have been hurt and recovering, and the four year old has had a whole 12 hours of vomiting, and the hubby has had eye surgery and then minor complications and plenty of whining (which from him, isn't much noise anyways, but I'm the only one who can complain in the first place!). Blissful. Because baby is here. And baby is beautiful. Now, not to make anyone jelous, and perhaps I'm speaking too soon here, but I seem to be experiencing the opposite of post partum depression and am in post partum heaven. Let me list the ways that I love having this baby:
1. I'm already squeezing back into my fat pants (and let me tell ya, they're fat- twice the size I was in college if were going by numbers here)
2. I've got boobies (see earlier post). Hot sexy boobies... that leak.
3. I've got a soft little head to stroke all day long (nope, not the husband.. out of the gutter- out!)
4. Soft little head has soft, fine, downy hair that is like licking chocolate every time I stoke my face against it. Delightful.
5. He's got a dimple. A dimple I tell ya. Maybe even two, but definately one confirmed.
6. His perfectly puckered mouth. I can't wait to get kisses from it!
7. His unassuming, nonjudgemental, observant, wondering, soulful eyes gazing and taking in the world around him (including me!).
8. Having other people comment on what beautiful children hubby and I make. Because I agree.
9. The breastfeeding. A warm feeling. See picture.
10. Wondering what he'll look like, act like, behave like. And knowing he's a clean slate now.
11. A bowl full of jelly. Having no more baby inside of me and being able to sleep how I wish (ok, with exception to big 'ol honkin milk tit's getting in the way), and poke my own stomach without pain and discomfort- cause it's just a big ol bowl full of jelly.

Life... my little life. So perfect and unshaped by the world. Created in love, nurtured with love, and loved oh so much. Hopefully raised with love; if I don't use it all up with the siblings, cause goodness knows mama needs some lovin to raise those hellions ;p Ok ok, over exaggerating now... trying to be funny.

So yes, I love my little boy. And now I've got two of them